I glance to the dark-haired man in the corner, the fucker is bigger than Kase, but I still outweigh him, and then to the man slumped forward in a chair in the corner, he’s bound and gagged as well. Movement behind Kase catches my eye. I assume Braxton and the others found another entry point, but I don’t react and hope Kase doesn’t realize there’s no way out for him. The man he hired is useless as well. Any well-trained killer would’ve noticed the slight movement in the shadows. I wouldn’t have made it down the stairs with a gun in my hand either. But the fucker doesn’t move from his position in the corner until Rico attempts to follow me down the stairs. Only then does he draw his weapon and focus it on Rico, refusing to let him any further.
Instead of doing what’s been demanded of me, I casually make my way towards Jessika, slipping my gun back into the waistband of my pants then stuffing my hands in my front pockets. Locking eyes with her. My nose flares at the already forming bruise around her one eye and the red on her cheek.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, trying like hell to keep my voice calm.
She whimpers. My eyes snap down to the knife at her neck. Kase’s knuckles are white, and there are droplets of blood forming where the blade is pressed to her skin.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you,” he warns, and I chuckle. The line is so cliché.
“Tell me, Kase…” I lean a shoulder against a concrete column. “What was your goal here? What the fuck did I ever do to you that you had to take my girl?”
He chuckles, finally easing the hold on the knife and Jessika’s hair, and I breathe a little easier. “You?” he spits. “You did nothing. If anything, I’d get rid of her just, so we could be together without a pussy between us.” He yanks her head back again, running the blade down the side of her face. “No, you didn’t do anything. But her… she refuses to kill our beloved father,” his voice rising on the last word as he points the knife to the man slumped in the other chair.
The fuck did he just say? “Our father?”
He laughs. “You should see your face, lover. Yes, turns out me and your girlfriend here share a daddy. How does it feel knowing you fucked siblings? Half-siblings, but still siblings,”
I see Braxton, Stefan, and Marco inching closer behind Kase. I hope to Christ that dimwit number two in the corner doesn’t notice the movement since they’re almost directly in his line of sight now. Seriously, where the fuck did Kase hire this moron?
“Like I was saying before you rudely interrupted us,” Kase continues, caressing the knife down between the valley of Jessika’s breasts. “If my sister dearest would just do her brother a solid and put a bullet through our father’s skull, we could all live happily. Well… not all of us,” he trails off locking eyes with me and slightly shrugs a shoulder. “I did promise her first that we’d rule the underground, and I’m afraid she’ll always be hung up on you if I don’t kill you now. You understand?” he asks like I’m supposed to be okay with this being the day some sick fuck ends my life.
I don’t get a chance to respond because Kase chooses that moment to notice the movement in the shadows at the edge of the warehouse, the blade rushing up to land against Jessika’s neck again. I instinctively draw my gun again and aim it between his eyes. A shot sounds to my left, a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth when Rico appears at my side. Guess I’m stuck with his annoying questions now… for life. Once you become part of the Famiglia, the only way you can leave is through death.
“Drop the knife, Kase.”
He laughs, but it’s dark, sinister. He moves the blade to the side of her neck, right under her ear while he looks me straight in the eyes and says, “See you in hell.”
I don’t hesitate another second when the blade begins to slice into Jessika’s skin, and she screams around the gag. I pull the trigger. Kase jerks back, his eyes wide, a grin on his lips. The knife clatters to the cold, concrete floor seconds before his lifeless body. I have Jessika unbound, and in my arms in the next second, not giving a fuck that she’s covered in splatters of his blood. Feeling her warmth wrap around me as her arms circle my shoulders, inhaling her scent. Fuck, that was close. Too close. Again. That’s the second time I’ve come way too fucking close to losing her. If this shit keeps up, I’m going to lock her away in a tower somewhere where only I have a key. I can’t lose this girl. It would be like losing the other half of me.
Just as I pull away to get a better look at her and make sure she’s okay, both doors swing open, blinding sunlight spilling through the dark room. When the doors close, we're surrounded by men in navy uniforms, all with the guns drawn and aimed at us.
“He’s the one you want,” Braxton says, toeing Kase’s lifeless hand. “And him,” he nods his head toward the lifeless body at the base of the chairs.
But the officers don’t go for the two men lying dead on the floor. They surround Rico and I, the only two with our guns still in hand. Just fucking perfect.
“What the fuck?” I say when half of them surround me as one shouts for me to drop the weapon and get on my knees.
“No, Alessandro,” Jessika says, grabbing onto me and pulling me closer into her. The officers continue to yell at us, but I manage to tune them out, concentrating on Brax and the woman in my arms trying her best to crawl inside of me.
“Somebody fucked up. I’ll deal with this,” Braxton says from behind her, his brows pulled down in a frown, and something passes behind his eyes.
I know that look. Braxton is supposed to have the local police department on his payroll, but apparently, they no longer are. Right now, I have two options. One is to shoot our way past them and deal with the problem. Option two is I go with them, refuse to speak without my lawyer present and hope Braxton clears up this shit. When I find out who fucked up at the station, heads will roll.
“I’ll call Mason,” Braxton sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and I know that’s the only answer I’m going to get with several guns pointed at my chest.
I nod, pulling out of Jessika’s grip. I cup her face in my palms, forcing her eyes to meet him. “Stefan is going to take you home. Do not leave the house without either him or Antonio, you got me?”
She nods, tears pooling in her eyes. “I got you,” she whispers.
I press a kiss to her lips and place my gun on the floor, at the same time I get to my knees and place my hands behind my head. After they slap cuffs on me and drag me to my feet after reading me my rights, I notice them doing the same to Rico, they walk us both out and into waiting squad cars.
During all of this, there’s one question on my mind. How the fuck did they know what was going down in that warehouse?
***
Braxton
“I don’t care how you do it, just get them out of there, Mason,” I growl into the phone before slamming the receiver down.
“What’s going on, Boss?” Stefan asks, leaning back in the leather chair across from my desk, a drink in his hand. He had just come back from Alessandro’s where Antonio took over looking after Jessika, while I was on the phone with my lawyer.
“They’re not telling him anything. All they’ll say is that they got a tip. He’s working on getting them both released now. They should be home in a couple hours.” I take a seat, running a hand through my hair.
“Why were they investigating anyway?”
“They didn’t know I was involved. New captain is breathing down their necks about us too. He’s cracking down on every officer he thinks is on our payroll.” I crack my neck from side to side, but the calming feeling isn’t there. I crack my knuckles, but nothing. “Fuuuck!” I roar, slamming a fist on the wood of my desk. Shoving out of my seat, I walk over to my bar and pour a few fingers of bourbon. Without turning back to Stefan, I say, “I don’t care what you have to do, who you have to fuck, I want to know everything there is to know about this new captain. And I want it fucking yesterday.”
“Yes, Boss,” he says, then the door to my office slams shut.
Chapter 6
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Alessandro
Every inch of my body fucking hurts from being forced to sit with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I’m a big dude, that shit doesn’t come easy, nor is it comfortable. Stopping just before my front door, I sigh, running a hand over my bald head. It’s been a long day, and I’m looking forward to the hot shower and wrapping myself around my woman. Everything else can fuck right off.
The second I push open the front door, there’s a five foot something female throwing herself into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist like a boa constrictor.
“Missed you too, Angel.” I chuckle, smoothing a hand down her long hair, but she doesn’t respond. No words, no shake of her head, no cussing me out. She just holds me, her limbs wrapped around me as tight as they can go. She’s quiet.
Antonio pokes his head out of the kitchen. I give him a clipped nod letting him know I have this and he can go. He slaps a hand on my shoulder as he walks by, promising to call tomorrow.
“Angel,” I murmur in her ear, but there’s still no response. “Baby.” I try again, but nothing. I know she’s not sleeping, I can feel her back and her chest rising with each breath. I can feel tiny puffs of air against my neck whenever she exhales.
Wrapping my arms securely around her, I make my way up the stairs and into our bedroom, not stopping until I’ve turned the water on to the shower in the ensuite bathroom. All the while, Jessika is attached to me like a spider monkey.
She still hasn’t made a sound, choosing to just hold me with her nose buried in the curve of my neck. This isn’t like her. Where did my feisty, trained assassin go? Where’s the woman who always had something to say? Who fought me every step of the way unless we were in the bedroom? I know what to expect with her. I know how to handle her. But this… this woman who grabs hold of me and doesn’t want to let go, who’s quiet. I don’t know what to do with her, and it’s starting to scare the shit out of me.
“Jessika. Baby, I need to see your eyes.”
She lets out a long sigh, the rush of air hitting my neck causing goose bumps to pebble along my skin, and nods. Slowly, her arms loosen their grip around my neck, and she pulls away slightly. Only enough for me to see her face. Her one eye is bloodshot from crying, and I’m assuming the other would be too if it weren’t swollen shut. The bruise on her cheek looks painful, and if Kase wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him again for putting hands on my girl.
“Hi, beautiful.”
A small smile pulls at her lips. She winces when it forces the cut on her lip to reopen. Her brows pulled down in a frown, tears pooling in her eyes again threatening to spill. Jessika looks away, hiding her face behind a curtain of dark hair.
Sitting her down on the sink, I grip her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up, forcing her eyes on me. “Don’t look away from me, yeah? Even bruised and cut, you are beautiful to me, and if that fucker weren’t already dead, I’d kill him,” I tell her, repeating my earlier thoughts.
I was just going to press a soft kiss to her lips to reiterate what I said, but the second I start pulling away, her hand curls around the nape of my neck holding me in place. Split lip forgotten, she presses her lips against mine, her tongue demanding entry. I groan when her taste invades my mouth, the slightly metallic taste of the blood still on her lip making my dick throb even more.
“Alessandro,” she croaks when we finally come up for air. Her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of my pants.
“Angel.” I kiss up her neck. “As much as I want to fuck you into next week.” I kiss to that spot behind her ear she loves so much. “You’re hurting. Let’s take a shower and go to bed. Let me take care of you.” I place a lingering kiss to her forehead.
Her fingers leave my pants to curl into the front of my shirt, leaning her forehead against my chest, silent sobs begin to shake her body.
“Jess…”
“He was inside me,” she interrupts me. Her voice so small that if I wasn’t standing right in front of her with my arms wrapped around her, I would’ve missed it. “His hands were on me. His lips. His… his…” an agonizing scream rips from her. She clutches me hard, her tears soaking my shirt.
And like a freight train, it hits me that maybe I had brought this all on us. I mean, I didn’t know he was her half-brother or the sick plan he had conjured up. But I was the one who brought him into our home, into our bed. Would he have found another way in if I hadn’t?
I tighten my arms around her, burying my face in a curtain of her hair. “Shh,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s going to be okay.” The words sounded like a lie even to my ears. Would it ever be okay?
“Run away with me,” she mumbles.
When I don’t respond, she pushes me away. The look on her face when she stares up at me completely guts me. “Run away with me,” she repeats. “We’ll leave this entire lifestyle behind and go to Greece. I’ve always wanted to go to Mykonos. Alessandro, no more drugs, no more weapons, no more death, and destruction. Just the two of us and the Mediterranean Sea. We can leave all the shit behind. Please, Alessandro, come with me,” she pleads, searching my eyes for something she may not be happy with if she finds.
I wish I had found this woman first. Before I started on the path that would bring me further into the crime family lifestyle. She has no idea how much I want it to just be the two of us laying on a beach somewhere far away from here. But it’s just not possible. It had been instilled in that duty was everything. Right now, my duty was to Braxton and the Famiglia.
“Angel, I – “
“I know,” she sighs, hopping off the sink. “You have an obligation to Braxton, and you’ll always put that first. And I’m okay with that… for now,” she says stripping off her clothes and reaching for the glass door. “I just had to ask. It was a stupid idea anyway.” She pulls open the door, stepping under the steady stream of water leaving me looking after her wondering what the frack just happened.
Pushing down my pants and underwear in one, I hastily pull my shirt over my head and soon as I enter the shower, I push her up against the wet tile, my back to the stream of hot water.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, I lean down to nip at her earlobe. “You have no idea how much I want to do just that, Angel. To have you all to myself with no interruptions. To not have to come home and find out you’ve been taken from me. To not have to watch you get shot or watch as someone holds a knife to your throat.” I suck a breath in through my teeth, tracing the fresh wound with my fingers. Too close.
“Alessandro,” she moans, pressing her breasts into my chest, her hands trailing down to wrap around my hard cock.
“Fuck, Angel, I want it all. But Braxton, he’s about to become a dad. His head isn’t going to be in the game like it should be when that day arrives. And that baby, it’s going to need all the protection it can get.”
Her hand stills on my cock, her head dropping against the tile. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says, continuing to stroke my hard length. “I’ll stay. You’re right. Braxton and Klara are going to need all the help they can get once the baby’s here.” My cock twitched in her hand. She grins. “Why, Mr. Ferrara, is all this baby talk turning you on?”
“You, naked and wet, is turning me on,” I growl licking up her jaw, tweaking a nipple while my other hand stays locked around her throat.
Her hips buck, and I shove a thigh between her legs, giving her the friction she’s seeking. “Please,” she says on a breathless moan.
“Tell me what you want, Angel.” I slide a hand between her legs, finding the swollen nub. She shivers.
“Fuck. Me.”
I grin. I fucking love when she tells me exactly what she wants. I may not always give it to her, but fuck… it makes me hard. Removing my hand from her throat, I grip under her ass with both hands and lift her up, pressing her back against the cold tile, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. “It’s going to be hard and fast, Angel.” She barely has
a second to nod before I’m slamming home in one thrust.
“Oh, God,” she groans low in her throat. Her nails digging into my shoulders. Her hips bucking forward to match each one of my thrusts.
I chuckle. “Nah, Angel. Just me.” I punctuate that statement by withdrawing almost all the way out and slamming back home. Her tits bounce in my face, and I can’t help myself, I have to taste them. I lick around the pebbled nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Jessika curses, running a hand over my head and holding me to her breast. My fingers find her clit again, circling the swollen nub, pushing her further and further toward the release I know she’s craving.
“Alessandro,” she moans when I lift her leg and hook it over my arm, deepening the angle and allowing me to hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust.
“Fuck. Shit,” she cries, her nails clawing their way into my skin. Her entire body shudders, her pussy squeezing the life out of my dick with her orgasm.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me. Come so fucking hard,” I growl, driving my pelvis forward harder, faster until she screams, dropping her head back against the tile. Her breaths coming in quick pants. I thrust once, twice more before coming with a roar, spilling inside of her.
Jessika giggles when I run my fingers up her side after lowering her legs back down to the ground.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, Angel.” I nip along her jaw. “I’m just getting started.”
***
Jessika
Alessandro used my body so well last night that it’s an effort to roll over when the sun starts streaming through the open curtains of our bedroom. When I do eventually roll to my back, I notice that he’s not there and his side of the bed is cold. I frown. I must’ve passed out really good if I didn’t even feel him slip out of bed. He’s been working my body to the point of exhaustion for the last three weeks. Ever since that night after the warehouse.
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