by Bella King
Chapter Thirty
Zeno
There are loose ends to the rope of life that must be tied. I plan on tying it into a noose and throwing it around Boris’s pudgy neck. His death symbolizes the end of my involvement in the mafia, the ultimate betrayal to the group that housed me, paid me, and took care of me for most of my adult life.
I owe them nothing, and I want nothing to do with them. I have something better, anyway. Alexia is well worth the price of leaving. I wasn’t given much of a choice, but even if I was, I’m confident I would choose Alexia. I don’t even want her money, but I’ll admit that it makes this easier.
My motorcycle managed to take us away from the threat at incredible speeds, but I wasn’t able to continue riding it for the entirety of our trip. It was low on gas, and we were probably spotted in it. I had to swap it for a new car, but I think I got a fair trade, considering the amount of dust covering it.
Now, Alexia and I are cruising through Arizona, quickly approaching New Mexico on our way to Texas. I’d like to get some sleep soon because I didn’t get much at all the last time I tried, but I’d like to put distance between the Russian Mafia and us before I think about closing my eyes again.
It feels like an entire year has passed in just a week. I’ve gone from not knowing who this Alexia Diamandis woman was, to faking like I rescued her, to planning to kill her, and now, to falling in love with her.
I can call it love, right?
I wouldn’t admit that to her yet, but I promised to stay honest with her, so if she asks, I’ll tell her. I just don’t want to scare her off by being so bold. We still have a lot of time to get to know each other before we make any significant commitments, and I’m sure she’ll want to be cautious with how much money is in her name.
Alexia has fallen asleep again, on a completely different sleep schedule than me, but I think the best thing for me to do now is to even that out. I’ll stop at a motel and pay in cash, getting us a room without using my real name. I doubt anyone will be able to find us there, and I’ll be able to rest before hitting the road and finishing our journey.
I drum my fingers against the steering wheel, looking up through the windshield at the sky. It’s threatening to rain again, another sign that I should pull over and get some rest. I can drive while tired, but combined with rain, I wouldn’t risk it. I have precious cargo.
I pull off the next exit with a motel and shake Alexia awake gently. She looks so sweet with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, but I’d rather wake her up now than to wait and risk us both getting wet from the rain.
Her eyes fly open, and she bolts upright with a gasp.
“Hey, it’s fine,” I assure her, placing my hand on her thigh. “We’re just stopping at a motel.”
“Oh.” She rubs her eyes and blinks at me. “You’re going to sleep with me?”
“I mean, I can take the floor if you want me to,” I reply.
“No, I want you in the bed with me,” she clarifies.
I smile, rubbing my hand across the rough blue denim of her jeans. “Then I will.”
She smiles with me before frowning and yanking a gun from her waist. “You can have this back now.”
I laugh, taking the weapon from her soft hand. “Not very comfortable to sleep with, is it?”
“Not at all. How do you run around with those things all day?”
“You get used to it to the point where you feel naked without one,” I reply. “It’s not something I could give up.”
“I wouldn’t ask you too. You’re still my bodyguard, after all.”
“True.”
I open the door and step out of the car, circling to Alexia’s side to open her door for her. She jumps out onto the pavement and stretches her arms up to the sky, popping something in her back. “God, I needed that.”
I chuckle. “I can help you with your back if you need me to.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“I mean that I can massage it.”
She raises her eyebrow even further. “I might enjoy that.”
“Good, well, I’ll do that, but I’d like to sleep first. You didn’t let me get back sleep before.”
“Fair enough,” she says. “Are we getting the money from the car?”
I shrug. “It’s not that important. I don’t think anyone will mess with it.”
“A million dollars isn’t important to you?”
I smirk, laying a hand on her waist and leaning toward her. “Not when I have fifty million.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles. “You’re not getting the whole thing.”
“But I’ll be getting you,” I point out, “And you’re worth more than fifty-million.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you to say.”
“I’m a sweet kind of guy,” I reply.
She laughs, tossing her ginger hair back. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.”
“Oh, I’m already far ahead of both of us at this point,” I reply as we walk to the motel entrance. I have a good feeling about tonight, even if all we’re doing is sleeping.
I’m looking forward to holding Alexia in my arms and feeling the warmth of her body against mine as I fall asleep and forget the world. For a few hours, it’ll just be her, me, and nobody else.
We get to the room and immediately strip down to our underwear, slipping into the bed without so much as a shower. We’re both exhausted beyond belief, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my alarm didn’t wake me up in the morning. I’m not sure that I want it to.
The sheets are cool against my skin, but Alexia scoots up to me almost immediately, pressing her backside into my lap. Her ass is soft against my cock, and a wiggle from her causes it to harden. I don’t have time for this, but I have the urge to cum inside her before going to sleep.
I hear a snore escape her lips, and I realize that sex will have to wait. My princess is asleep, and soon, I will be too. I wrap my arm over her, cupping her breast gently in my hand, savoring the soft warmth of her skin as I quickly drift off to sleep.
I don’t wake up for at least ten hours. The entire world could’ve burned down while we were sleeping, and neither of us would have heard it happen. We were too tired to care about anything.
When I finally do awaken, Alexia is beside me, quietly breathing in short, sudden breaths. At first, I’m confused, but as my body becomes aware of my surroundings, I realize that the mattress is wiggling just enough to tell me what she’s doing.
I open my eyes quickly enough to glance down at the sheets without moving, and then close them again before she sees. I’ve seen enough to confirm my suspicions. She’s masturbating, playing with her perfect pussy under the covers beside me.
My imagination goes wild as I listen to her soft moans, picturing the dripping wetness rolling out from her pussy, the perfect pinkness shimmering in the soft light shining through the heavy curtains. I can imagine the taste of her, and how hot and inviting her pussy is.
My cock grows hard, making a noticeable tent beneath the sheets. I can’t pretend like I’m sleeping any longer. I open my eyes and turn my head to Alexia, immediately soaking in her astounding facial expression. Her eyebrows are arched back, her face painted with pleasurable agony. She looks like she’s on the brink of an orgasm, and I’m so glad that I woke up in time to see it.
I reach my hand to her breast, pinching her hard nipple lightly between two fingers. She finally acknowledges me, glancing at me for a brief moment before turning her head back toward the ceiling and letting out a moan that’s much louder than the ones that came before. She’s not trying to stay quiet anymore.
I move closer to her, running my tongue against her ribs and up to her breast. I suck her pale nipple into my mouth, tasting her sweet skin and growing even harder as I suck on it. I love how unabashed she is about pleasuring herself in my company.
Her moaning grows even louder, and her breathing becomes ragged and shallow. She’s about to climax, and it’s making me so hard that my co
ck hurts. I hope her pussy won’t be too sensitive afterward for me to get inside, or else I’ll have to masturbate beside her like she’s doing to me.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, her torso jerking up and her legs shaking as she rubs herself to completion. Strands of hair cover her face, stuck against her sweaty expression of pure bliss. Her eyes roll back, and she drops down again, completely spent.
After a moment, I climb on top of her, getting a better look at her happy face. There’s something so arousing about a satisfied woman. It makes me wish I was the one to do it for her, but I’ll allow her this moment of pleasure by her own hand. I have plenty of time in the future to worship her body with my mouth.
Alexia’s eyes lock with mine, her face turning from satisfied to hungry all over again. “I want your cock inside of me,” he says with such urgency that it sends a jolt through me.
As f my cock wasn’t already rock-solid, it gets even harder as I position it at the dripping wet opening to her pussy. I rub the head of my cock in her juices, making it slippery. I glance down at it, watching a string of glistening liquid stretch out as I pull my cock away to admire what I’m about to do.
Then, I go inside. I can’t contain myself. My need is just too great, and I sink down all the way to my balls inside of Alexia. She gasps, throwing her hands around my back and clawing at it. I feel pain and pleasure from her nails, but they aren’t long enough to do much damage. Besides, I’ve felt worse things in my years in the mafia.
Any thoughts of that are soon obliterated from my head as my mind goes blank, painted that way by the thick paint and broad stroke of sexual pleasure. I’m obsessed with Alexia’s pussy, savoring every detail of how she feels on the inside as I slide back and forth.
She pulls me in closer, and for the first time, our lips meet. It’s funny to think that we’ve never kissed, but it’s true. This kiss now has so much more meaning than sex, since it wasn’t needed last time we fucked. This makes it all different.
I taste Alexia’s mouth, moving my tongue around inside of it and running it on the backs of her teeth. I want to taste her spit, to experience her essence in the same way that I did with her pussy. She drives me to do things I would never do with another woman, and it dawns on me as our lips lock that I don’t want any other woman. I only want Alexia.
I cum almost immediately at the thought of spending my life with Alexia, electrifying pulse of energy running through me, crackling in my nervous system as I pump cum into her body. I cum so hard that my balls jerk, dancing against her pussy as she drains me of everything I’m worth.
Alexia continues to kiss me, biting my lip and pulling me back in when I attempt to raise my head. She’s vicious, wanting, and probably horny all over again. I don’t blame her. Just the thought of going at it again makes my cock hard, and then, just like that, I’m sliding around inside of her sticky wet pussy, ready to pump another load inside.
I want to start every day like this for the rest of my life. I want to live and die to the tune of Alexia’s sweet moans. I truly want to be with her, and I’ll give anything to make that happen.
Anything.
Chapter Thirty-One
Alexia
Is it stupid to fall in love with a man who was sworn to kill me?
I think so, but then I guess that makes me stupid. When his touch is like fire in my soul, and his lips are like liquor, what else can I do but fall in love with him? It’s inevitable. His energy is too great for me to resist.
I rise from the bed, touching my pussy and feeling where Zeno came inside of me. I love that he doesn’t hesitate to do that. I know it’ll have consequences, but when my life has been one uncertainty after the next, I’m not sure that I care about consequences anymore.
Zeno lays in the bed, recovering while I go to the bathroom to clean up. I’m stir gritty and dusty from the day before. I didn’t get the chance to wash all the filth off last night before going to sleep. I was too tired.
I turn the shower on, setting the heat to high and stepping in under the scalding stream. I never had hot showers growing up, and now that I do, I want them to be as hot as they can without hurting me.
Steam quickly fills that shower, making it hard to breathe. I soap my body, cleaning off the layers of dirt that have built up as Zeno and I zoomed through the desert on his motorcycle. It almost feels like a dream, what we did. It was thrilling.
I rinse my body and wash my hair, making myself presentable for whatever might come today. As far as I know, the only thing that we’re doing is getting the hell away from the Russian Mafia, and in the process, claiming the inheritance that I’m supposed to get. I need Zeno’s help with that.
I slick my hair back as I step out of the shower, pulling it into a bun before it’s dry. I never have time to dry my hair completely before I leave. I’m assuming today will be the same. Zeno will want to get back on the road again as soon as we’re both dressed.
But as I open the door to the room, Zeno is still naked, sitting on the bed with a phone in his hand. I thought he broke his phone against the wall. Weird.
“Um, hey there,” I say, unsure as to if I’m catching him in the act of doing something he isn’t supposed to, or if he has a reason for having another phone.
He looks up at me, flashing the phone screen to me. “Boris is dead.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d you get the phone from?” I ask.
“Oh, this? I have a lot of them,” he replies. “But I’m just using the motel Wi-Fi. There’s no sim card in it, so it’s safe.”
I let out a sigh of relief, walking toward him and sitting down on the bed. “How do you know that Boris is dead?” I ask, leaning in to look at the phone.
“There’s news about the explosion. Apparently, Boris was one of the bodies identified in the explosion, although her it says that over ten people died.”
“That’s awful,” I say instinctually, although it’s not really all that bad. None of these people were good.
Zeno smiles. “I must be a sociopath then because I’m thrilled about it.”
I laugh. “You’re an odd one. That’s for sure.”
“True, but this is good news. I won’t have to hunt Boris down and kill him myself. It looks like my little trap worked just fine.”
“You really blew them to bits,” I say, looking at the image of the crater on his phone screen. “There’s nothing left of that shack.
“Not a damn thing. I’m impressed. I bought those explosives from some guy out in New Mexico years ago,” Zeno says, putting his phone down on the bed beside him.
“No more of that stuff,” I say, growing serious. “This is over now. I don’t want you buying shit off the black market and shooting people.”
He chuckles. “Aww, I was planning on doing a final hit before retiring.”
I glare at him.
“That was a joke,” he says, quick to cover his mistake.
“It had better be,” I say.
“But,” he says, standing up from the bed and turning to face me. His penis is at eye level. “Do you know what isn’t a joke?”
“Your cock?” I ask, somewhat confused.
“No,” he replies, covering it with his large hand. “My feelings for you.”
My heart thumps in my chest, and all of a sudden, I’m having trouble swallowing. Zeno sure knows how to invoke a reaction in me. I’m completely lost for words.
“I want to be with you, Alexia, and not just as your bodyguard. I like you a lot,” he explains. “I hope that makes sense, considering the circumstances and what my intentions were at the beginning. I can promise you now that I’ve changed.”
“I believe you,” I say, quick to accept what he’s telling me.
I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t want to hurt me. I’ve never had a man care about me before, and Zeno cares. It’s so obvious in the way that he looks at me. I feel like I could get lost in his gaze, falling into the depths of his soul as I simultaneously fall in love with him.
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“So, how about we go get that money for you, huh?” he asks, holding out a hand.
I take it with confidence, standing up from the bed as his equal. “Yes. Let’s get that money and leave all of this behind. It will just be you and me.”
“I like the sound of that,” he says, and then he leans in to kiss me.
Epilogue
Alexia
I can’t believe that I’m holding it in my hand. I have a little plastic debit card with my first and last name protruding from it in silver, the key to my bank account, which now holds a fresh fifty-million dollars from my father.
And to think that I was living on the streets just a few weeks ago. Now, I have everything I never knew I wanted. I have money, a roof over my head, but most importantly, I have Zeno, and I’ll never let him out of my sight. He’s my one and only, my knight in shining armor, and the very thing that makes me tick. I would be nothing without him.
We’re out of the country now, with the help of a few costly applications. You could call them bribes, but that sounds like we’re breaking the law. We’re not, but immigration laws provide a lot of leeway for people who are willing to invest money into a business in their country. Let’s just call it a business deal. Zeno knows all about those. He’s the one who set this all up.
I flip the bank card over and admire the smooth finish on the back. It has a little silver sticker there, covering the security code. I peel it off and place the card in my pocket. I think I’ll shopping with Zeno tomorrow. I want to look good when we cut the ribbon to our new house.
“Anything interesting in the mail?” Zeno asks, striding in the room with his usual confident swagger. He’s shirtless, having just gotten finished working out in the gym downstairs.
“A lot of junk mail and my debit card,” I reply.