by Jarica James
“The fight makes it so much better,” Killian said, absently rubbing his hand over his dick just at the thought of our girl. I couldn’t blame him; her fight did make it even better. I wasn’t joking when I’d warned her I’d break her.
“Let’s go,” Keir said, nodding at me before stalking out, us trailing closely behind. I was the one who normally drove, being the best driver. But it also freed Keir up to check his phone on our way to places. Business always popped up when you were least expecting it, and he needed to be the most available of the three of us. Now, if I could keep the bloodshed to a minimum, this would be fun.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Sana was just walking in with what must have been her… date. Even the thought of it nearly had me crashing my car instead of parking it. My car was precious to me, so that was a testament to my commitment to this crazy woman.
The man himself wasn’t anything to brag about. Between his too big suit and annoying cheerful smile, I knew this wouldn’t go anywhere. Sana could lie to herself all she wanted, but she needed men who could understand her and her lifestyle. This loser definitely wasn’t that guy.
“Damn, didn’t think I’d ever see you hurt your baby,” Killian teased, earning a sharp glare that he didn’t even acknowledge. We climbed out, walking around to the back door where our cousin Gabriel met us, his grin bright.
“What a nice surprise, Boss, guys,” he greeted, leading us back to his office. Even he avoided looking at any one of us while he spoke, trying to avoid referring to the wrong triplet as head of the Family. “Marco updated me, and he’s taking the table himself.”
“Appreciate it,” Keir said, walking over to the security feed and growling. “I take it there’s no sound?”
“It’d be deafening with the crowd out there, but we have a table partitioned off on the other side of her, so you’ll never be spotted.” He grinned as he pointed out the alcove, very satisfied with himself. A row of plants covered the top of the partition, making it nearly fully secluded. “We save that seat for Family business.”
“Perfect,” I said, already walking out there. We needed to box Keir in before he did something stupid. The last thing we needed was the kind of cover-up we’d need for something so public.
It wasn’t even five minutes into the date when we heard a yelp and the sound of liquid spilling. Killian stood and peeked through the vines before he sat back down, laughing. “The fucker just got a lap full of wine.”
“Can I get you guys anything?” Marco asked as he walked by, his smile wide.
“Get me some breadsticks? I like a snack with my show,” Killian said, chuckling quietly as he turned back to us.
“On it. This is going to be fun,” Marco said, disappearing into the back. We watched on, equal parts annoyed and amused as the night unfolded, having to hold ourselves back more than once as we watched him check out the bartender.
“He’s got our goddess in front of him, and he dares disrespect her?” Keir growled as her date’s eyes drifted to the bartender yet again, but his phone cut him off mid-rant. His entire body tensed as he read, standing abruptly and shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Time to go.” This was important to us, so if he was saying it was time to go, something urgent must be happening. He’d never walk away from her like this otherwise.
We moved carefully through the back of the restaurant so she wouldn’t see us, stopping by Gabriel’s office again on the way out. Knowing better than to ask questions, he nodded at our explanation of ‘Family business’ and promised to take care of Sana as he would any of us. When we got in the car, Keir finally filled us in.
“There’s retaliation on the west side. Apparently the Lachs aren’t happy about their fucking package,” he said, giving me the address after that short and not so sweet summation. “Go.”
The order told me everything I needed to know, my foot pressing down on the accelerator as I took the roads less traveled across town, getting us where I wanted to go much faster. The fight was still ongoing as we parked, and even though my blood boiled at the thought of my car getting damaged, I wasn’t going to let my men die over it. Killian was already handing over our assault rifles before I’d even parked, all three of us slipping out of the seats, fully armed. We couldn’t just charge in, so Keir and I bolted for the fight, Kill heading for their getaway vehicle and taking out the tires. We had a good six men here against their five. Good odds.
Gunshots and shouts rang out, the acrid smell of gun smoke making the air hazy. A shot whizzed past my head just before I ducked behind one of our guy’s cars, popping out and landing several shots through one of the enemy's shoulders and head, missing the Adrostos next to him. My shots were always precise, and this was no different.
“Fuck you, Adrostos. I see you hiding back there like a fucking pussy. Come face me, man to man. You killed my brother. Let me see the light drain from your eyes as I take your and your brothers’ lives. An eye for an eye and you’re a package deal!”
“Cover me,” Keir ordered, stepping out from behind the car, Killian somehow going unnoticed on the other side. The Lachs weren't known for their smarts, though, so I guessed that was to be expected.
“Your brother was dumb enough to cross my family, and we won’t tolerate your disrespect any longer,” Keir called out. My eyes were focused on the men around their leader, all of their guns trained on my brother. Our men still surrounded us, and from what I could tell, the odds were in our favor, but it was a matter of who made the first move. Knowing how angry he was about this situation and how pissed he’d already started the night, it would likely be Keir. But my brother hadn’t become our leader for nothing. Even in the heat of a rage, he made careful decisions, knowing the difference between decisions that would save and cost lives of those on our side.
“You’re a dead man, and your empire is falling, starting here and now, you little bitch!” he yelled, raising his gun. Killian was faster, three consecutive shots from his rifle taking them out one by one. All three fell to the ground before we had to dodge bullets from a different direction, crouching down and taking out the approaching men, likely leaving their cover in the trees.
“Three o clock,” I yelled, but a shot rang out, hitting our man next to Keir and painting my brother in blood spatter. Before the shooter could celebrate, they were gone, our return fire riddling their lifeless bodies as they fell to the gravel.
“There’s one missing,” Charles called out, counting over the bodies and glancing around. The sound of tires spinning on gravel had us all diving behind the car, a white work van pulling up and gunfire starting as soon as the door slid open, a group of six men stepping out. Oh good, they called in backup.
Killian was still on his own, the quick entrance of the van into the fire fight stopping him from joining us. Being separated from my brother made my nerves spike. He was far too reactive to be without us flanking him, and my rage built by the second. This was the work of greed and idiocy and complete senselessness.
“Let’s end this,” Keir growled. He maneuvered to the side and took his shot, marking a line of holes through the gas tank then moving down to the ground. The men at the van burst into laughter at his missed shot, too stupid to realize that the gas was now leaking out onto the soft ground, trailing to their feet. When they finally started to notice it, Kill took his shot, hitting the closest guy in the side of the head.
“Be ready to get back,” I whispered to my men. I stood up and took a shot, but the asshole dodged just before I squeezed the trigger. For the next few minutes, it was a game of cat and mouse as we took turns shooting at our enemies, the Lachs falling slowly. When it was down to two, the leader flicked open a zippo and lit his cigarette, trying to put on airs to say he was completely unaffected by us.
“You think this is over?” he laughed, starting to pace like a caged animal.
“Here comes the monologuing,” Keir bit out. “I’m going to shoot him.”
“Let’s do it,” I said, standing up
to take our shot as he paced back. As if he could sense it coming, he dropped to the ground. The bastard didn’t realize his fatal mistake... the lit cigarette in his mouth.
“Get back!” Kill yelled, all of us running for the copse of trees behind the cars as the entire van went up in flames. A few moments later, the deafening explosion hit, and a cloud of fire erupted, raining blood and debris down on us before we could get cover. I knocked Keir to the ground, covering him just in case, as the rest fell, but thankfully we were far enough away that we didn’t get the brunt of it.
“Killian?” Keir asked, but our question was answered a moment later when a line of curses erupted from the far side, easily heard even over the ringing in our ears.
“What a fucking cunt. Who blows themselves up like that? We didn’t even get to do the fucking honors!” My chuckle was raspy before it broke into a cough, the fumes and heat getting to me.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I groaned, crawling the rest of the way off of Keir and helping him up once I’d stood. Killian came toward his, rubbing at his head where a bruise was forming. He’d been closer to the blast and looked worse off than we were, blood and bits of the Lachs dripping down his suit. I groaned, knowing my poor car was about to be destroyed by all the dirt and blood on our clothes.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Keir said drily, reading my thoughts. “Let’s get the fuck home.”
“We got cleanup, Boss,” Charlie reassured us. “Thanks for the backup.”
“Of course,” I answered for us before we climbed in the car, leaving them to handle the fallout. I wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to fuck our girl. The realization that she wasn’t even a call away yet made me even angrier.
None of us spoke, as per usual after something like that. Getting out of the car when we got home, we all walked straight for our locker room, stripping out of our ruined clothes and claiming our showers.
As soon as the water hit me, Sana filled my mind. Just like that first time in high school after the fight, she was always my go to fantasy when I had adrenaline pumping through me. Nothing else ever compared. We’d hated that Killian got there first, but back then we weren't as open with each other, so we couldn't really be mad at him for making his moves before either of us could. Losing our parents and taking over the family really changed us. We’d gotten closer, relying on each other to get through it all, and that trust and reliance on each other was something we’d never lost as we got older.
She looked so fucking good in that dress tonight. And the way she clutched her purse meant she was ready to kill him, same as we were. There was just something so incredible about a woman who wasn’t afraid to end a life. She didn’t shy away from blood. Sana bathed in it like we did, thriving on the excitement and the adrenaline even if she didn’t want to fully admit it yet.
My dick hardened at the thought of her in that dress, right in the middle of the massacre we’d just left. Pristine among the macabre glory that surrounded her, like an angel of death. I stroked my wet and bloody hand over my cock, using it as lube as I pictured Killian cutting that dress right off her gorgeous body, her naked for us to see… to taste… to touch. I’d bend her right over the hood of my blood-covered car, leaving handprints on that creamy skin as I buried myself in her tight, hot pussy.
She’d cry out, the blood painting her body with each thrust making her slide across the hood as I worked out every ounce of adrenaline. Sana wouldn’t ask me to stop, not our girl. She’d revel in it with me, her screams and moans the soundtrack to our victory. I groaned, not bothering to hide it as I lost myself in my dark fantasy.
My body tensed, cock hard as steel as I tried to convince myself that my fist was Sana. My fantasy shifted, no longer tonight’s bloody scene; instead, she was spread out over the table in our playroom, hands and feet cuffed and body at my mercy. Each strike of my whip left red, angry welts, her panting breaths pushing her tits in the air. I flicked the whip gently over her clit, her body pulling at the chains as she begged me for mercy that wouldn’t come.
Taking my sharp knife, I carved my initials across her abdomen, the blood trickling down as she screamed, her melodic voice echoing off of the room. Her body would quiver, her dripping pussy giving away how much she thrived on this.
“Come,” I’d order, burying myself inside and fucking her hard and fast, teasing her clit as I punished her. I’d force her to come, hard and fast, and prolong it until she was begging me to stop. I wouldn’t, dragging her into yet another until she forgot all reason, babbling incoherently while her body yielded to me completely.
Accompanying groans filled the air, my brothers likely having the same damn fantasy. We unashamedly knew what and who we wanted, and we weren't going to deny ourselves this relief.
Unable to hold back anymore, I came, biting my forearm as I leaned against the shower wall. With each rope of cum that painted the tiles, the adrenaline ebbed away. Covered in water and blood, I finished my shower, a smirk never leaving my face. If she doesn’t come to her senses tomorrow, I’ll go get her myself.
As soon as we pulled up in front of La Nostra Tavola, the valet was opening up my door and offering me a hand. I smiled and put my hand in his, letting him help me to my feet before straightening my dress.
“Are you meeting someone, Miss?” he asked, his slight accent making his words so much more intense.
“I am,” I answered, glancing around and spotting a man walking up, his suit two sizes too big. Between his shaggy hair and suit, I was hardly impressed, but I needed to keep an open mind. At least he tried? “I think he’s coming my way.” Lance caught my eye right away, walking up and giving me a sweet smile. His nerves were clearly getting the better of him, his voice breaking as he greeted me. After a subtle glance up and down, his cheeks tinted a deep red.
“You must be Anna? You look amazing,” he gushed, offering me his arm. I wrapped mine in his and gave a small smile.
“Thank you,” I said, letting him lead me inside. He gave the waiter his name before we were led across the room to a quiet table in the back. It was far too intimate, and I suddenly wanted to fucking bolt. Fucking Dani! Never trust the cousin you left behind without a word. Revenge comes in many ways.
“This restaurant is really hard to get in, but I recently had a client who knew the owner, and he got me reservations,” he bragged, the false bravado not endearing in the least. The poor guy was about as dangerous as a golden retriever. I was used to men who didn’t need to brag because the weight of their reputations did the talking for them. In my Family’s world, if you were someone worth talking about, you didn’t need to do that talking yourself.
The waiter approached right then, saving me from giving him an awkward response. “Hello, could I start you with something off of our wine list? Perhaps an appetizer?” the waiter asked, his smile bright as he gave us a small bow.
“Oh no, I don’t drink alcohol” Lance started, but I sure as fuck wasn’t getting through this without something.
“I’ll take a glass of white wine, please,” I said quickly. The waiter bit back a smile as he nodded then turned to Lance who looked a little pale as he glanced over the menu.
“I’ll have water, please,” he said, likely worried about the price, but honestly, I had no intention of him paying for me. I was a big girl with a big girl job.
“Don’t worry, Lance. I’ll cover my half,” I said, waving him off when he tried to stutter out some kind of explanation. “Listen, I always do on first dates. Now, tell me about yourself?”
“Uh, sure,” he said, swallowing hard and taking a drink of the water they’d brought over. “I’m a general manager over at the South Side Bistro, and I have a dog named Bubbles. I’m a Gemini.” He stopped abruptly when the waiter came over, very obviously shifting his tray so the glass of white wine spilled, filling his lap with the cold liquid. My eyes went wide as Lance yelped, scooting back and dabbing at his lap with his napkin. Feeling sorry for him, I tossed him mine as wel
l.
Unfortunately for him, it had been a full glass of white wine, so he now looked like he’d pissed his pants. His cheeks were so red he resembled a tomato, and I was more than a little confused. What the fuck does the waiter have against him?
“I’ll be right back.” With that, he ran off to the back of the restaurant, probably in search of a bathroom. I let out a long sigh. This date was definitely going downhill fast, and call it mafia cynicism, but someone was out to sabotage it with a move like that.
“Apologies, ma’am. I’ll go replace your glass,” the waiter offered, still sounding amused as he walked away while another waiter replaced the likely sticky chair.
“What the hell just happened?” I muttered to myself, pulling out my phone.
Me: I fucking hate you
Dani: What? You asked for wholesome.
Me: No, I didn’t. YOU decided wholesome. Why did I let you boss me into this?
Dani: Because I’m persuasive? Really, you had to see what you were missing, right?
Me: He’s way too… nice. Like charity work and kissing babies nice. He doesn't even drink alcohol. And the waiter just dumped wine on him.
Dani: OMG that’s hilarious!
Dani: You just like the stabby, bloody kind of men, huh??
Me: Fuck you.
Dani: No thanks, I’m not into you. Too much baggage.
Me: Fuck you, you have the same baggage.
Me: Did you pay the waiter off?
Dani: No… why?
Me: My wine ended up in his lap.
Dani: Ouch. If you need to be saved, text me an SOS.
Me: Here he comes. Wish me luck.
Dani: Sounds like you’ll need it
What the hell is that supposed to mean? I didn’t have long to dwell, Lance taking his seat a moment later.
“What a night, huh?” he joked as he sat down, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.