by Kassanna
“I’m sure she would thank you if she knew about it.” Kieran locked his palms together and rested his chin on his knuckles. “Krank, get with the Shop Stewards, take them out for some drinks, get the history. I want to know everything that has happened on the docks hor the last ten years.”
Krank Jagger was a smart guy with a degree in psychology and a short temper. The way he carried himself in dress and speech, anyone would have thought he was a surfer. Sun-bleached blond hair, tanks and board shorts. He didn’t suffer fools well. His record was littered with assault and battery charges. The man liked a good fight and could quote Alfred Adler and Kurt Lewin while beating the shit out of somebody. Kieran had looked up who they were and damn if Krank wasn’t reciting famous psychologists’ theses. If someone needed a bit of re-education, Krank was sent to handle the schooling.
“Dude, I’ll find out who’s fucking who too while I’m at it.” Krank waggled his brows.
“Take Martin.”
“Damn, guy, just ruin my high.” Krank slumped into his chair.
“You’ll get high on his cologne, Krank.” Esteban snickered.
“I get that Marty doesn’t always play well with others. Deal with it.” Kieran sighed.
“Unlike our esteemed leader,” Esteban continued. “White boy doesn’t like minorities.” Sarcasm dripped from every word.
“Krank, smack Mr. Rivera upside the head for me.” He was going to have another talk with Martin. Under some circumstances a bad attitude was welcome but Marty’s--his behavior was changing.
“Kieran, boss, you have gotten me out of some serious shit. I hope you believe me when I tell you Martin Reilly is off…way off…like out of this world off.” Esteban nodded while talking.
Esteban Rivera had only been part of his gang for a year. He was Puerto Rican, with unruly black hair and a look in his eyes that warned people to stay away. Ladies sometimes did the opposite and followed the young man around. His looks were a distraction the guy welded like a weapon. Esteban had sticky fingers, and could easily lift a wallet without anyone noticing. But his true gift was that he could crack a safe in thirty seconds flat and solve equations just as quickly. With his keen sense of observation, he saw things the average person missed. His degree was in mathematics.
“Esteban, I want you to case a place.” Kieran jotted down the address of the warehouse his father occupied. “I want to know everything about this place and every-fucking-body that sets foot in there, understand?”
“Your orders are transparent.” Esteban saluted Kieran.
“Smart ass.” He shook his head.
“Boss man, where is Marty?” Krank lowered his tone. “Since I am stuck with him.”
“Good question.” Kieran pulled his cell from his pocket.
“Pussy boy just called me,” Rica grumbled as she entered the office. “Something about car troubles…flat tire…” She waved her hands in the air. “He said your phone was going straight to voicemail.”
“Hey, Rica.” Goo winked.
Krank and Esteban waved their fingers. “Hey, Boo…I mean Goo.” She grinned wide and her shoulders shook. “Krank, Este, you guys good?”
He didn’t give his men a chance to answer. “You know what to do. Get the fuck out of here.” Kieran held each man’s gaze for a moment. Joking with him was fine but flirting with his woman? If the shits kept that up he would replace every one of them.
They lowered their stares and exited the room.
“Forget about Marty. Krank, take care of my business without him.” Kieran rose and touched the last fella’s elbow. “Esteban?”
“Yeah?”
“Watch Martin. I want to know what he’s done in the last twenty-four hours.” He tightened his grip on the Hispanic’s arm. “Keep this between us.”
Esteban pressed his lips together and nodded.
Rica rested her hip on the side of the desk. “I tried calling you from downstairs. Your voicemail did come on.”
“I know. My phone is on do not disturb. Martin was already here. He had no reason to leave.” Kieran closed the space between them. “Strip.”
“Why?” She lifted her chin.
“I have some work to do, and you’re going to keep me company.” Her defiance set him on edge. “Close the door, take off your clothes and lay across my desk, now.”
“And you expect me to just fall in line with your grocery list of demands?” She brushed her palms across her jeans. “Wow, it’s dusty in here.”
“Rica, I’m losing patience.” He reached for the hem of her T-shirt.
“What’s got you all up in your feels?” She covered his hands with hers.
“Flirting with another man will get them killed.” He jerked her forward. “And I will enjoy making them an example of my depravity. Do you want to find out how crazy I can get?”
“Like I would want anyone in your crew.” She shook her head. “We were just having a little fun.”
“You have till the count of five.” He slid his fingers into the waistband of her pants. “One.”
“Say please.”
“Two.”
“Kieran.”
“Three. I will fuck you with the door open, and I give less than a fuck who see us.”
“But…”
“Four.
She stood up abruptly and walked to the door, shutting it soundly. “You’re a dick.”
“Say that while I’m inside you.” He pulled the holster free from his back and set it on the desk before taking a seat. Kieran rolled up his sleeves, and the inked images on his arm danced as he flexed. “Take off your clothes before I do it for you.”
Rica unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them over ample hips.
“Panties?”
She rumbled low in her throat. “Honestly.”
He gripped the arms of his chair. Kieran pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.
“All right, all right.” She lifted her hands and waved them downward.
He relaxed.
She curled her fingers through the elastic and did a little shimmy. Her underwear dropped on top of the denim. Rica clutched the hem of her shirt and heaved it over her head. Her braids broke free of the neckline in a waterfall of plaits. She grasped a handful of hair and tossed the locks behind her. Ample breasts were half covered by a shiny pink material. Rica reached behind her and the straps to her bra loosened. She leaned forward and tugged at the cups, freeing her mounds.
“Lay across the edge of the desk, flat on your back.” He reached for his briefcase and pulled out a few files.
“How long?” She climbed up on the furniture and twisted around. Rica lay down and bent her legs at the knees. “Satisfied?”
He set his elbows on the smooth surface and leaned forward. “Very.” Kieran leaned back and picked up the documents he needed to go over.
***
The furnace kicked on and heat flowed over exposed skin. Her nipples tightened into rigid peaks, and she eased on her side away from Kieran.
“Stop fidgeting.”
“You didn’t answer my question. How long?” She flipped to face him.
“Why didn’t you tell me Paddy threatened you?” He set the papers down in front of him.
“Your dad is a pathetic old man with a gang who is just as ancient. I didn’t take him seriously.” She rested her chin in her palm.
“You need to, and I shouldn’t have heard about the meeting through a third party.”
“Roscoe is worse than an elderly aunt who can’t wait to gossip,” she murmured to herself. “I will strangle that old man when I get a hold of him.
“He was doing what I told him to do and watching you.”
“Do I look like I need a babysitter?” She turned onto her back and stretched her arms.
“It’s what you need and what I want.” He grabbed the documents and leaned back.
Irritation burned through her. She pressed her thighs together and her pussy clenched. Kieran got her all hot and ready and then shut
down. Rica exhaled. The furniture was uncomfortable, and she was horny. Turning to lie on her belly, she rose up on her hands and knees and maneuvered to face him.
She crawled toward him. Papers rustled beneath her palms and stuck to her knees. He lifted his head and stared at her. She reached for his tie, slowly tugging it loose. “This isn’t fair.” Lord, she was whining. The actions of one man reduced her to a hot mess. “Strip…I will fuck you then nothing. Are you trying to piss me off?”
“Is that the best you can do?” He slid the material from between her fingers. “Tell me what you want and say please.”
Rica reared back and leaned on her calves. Keiran was the man she wanted, and she usually gave him a hard time but she always gave in. It didn’t hurt to make him work a little though. “No.”
His brows came together. The corners of Kieran’s lips lifted slightly. “I forgot how cute you get when you’re rebelling.” Gently, he skimmed his knuckles between her breasts and down her belly to cup her pussy. He slipped his finger between her folds. Her lids drifted shut as tingling spread through her nether lips. She rolled her hips as he pressed a digit into the mouth of her channel. “Beautiful girl with the pretty pussy,” he whispered. “I never expected to keep you but letting you go might be the end of me.”
She opened her eyes to meet his ice-blue gaze. “I don’t know where you get your ideas from, sexy, but I ain’t going nowhere.”
“All you have to say is please.” He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it.
“You haven’t done anything to make me beg.” Rica pressed her lips firmly together.
“Derrica.” Huskiness colored his tone.
She straightened her legs over the edge of the desk and set her feet on the outsides of his thighs. Inching forward, she rested her hands on his shoulder and peered into his eyes. “Slay me, Daddy.” She sank to the floor between his legs and reached for his waistband, unbuttoning his pants.
Kieran descended in his seat and rested his head against the back. Warmth bled into her fingertips as she slipped them beyond his zipper. Her palm grazed the hard length of his cock, and she curled her digits around his thickness, easing it free of its constraints. Fluid coated her palm. She was reminded of velvet covering steel as she slid her hand up his erection and around his cock head. Rica dipped her head and sucked his rod between her lips. Saltiness exploded across her taste buds. The edge of her fist bumped her mouth as she worked his dick.
His fingers brushed her neck as he gripped her braids and urged her head down. His shaft filled her mouth, blocking her throat. Saliva pooled around her tongue. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed. Rica slid her hand up his thigh and cupped his nuts. Springy hair tickled her palm as she massaged his sac. Kieran thrust up, his dick hitting the back of her throat.
Her clit throbbed. She released his balls and thrust her hand between her legs. Juices covered her digits as she plunged them into her sheath. Waves of pleasure rippled through her. She moaned against his rod. Kieran controlled her head, slamming it up and down. His nuts brushed her lips. She worked her hand faster, rotating her wrist. The walls of her channel undulated, pulling her digits deeper. Her cheeks hollowed from the force of the suction forming around his shaft.
The chair squeaked and rolled back. She stretched forward; her nipples scrubbed the edge of the worn leather seat adding another layer of sensation. Rica bounced on her fingers as Kieran fucked her mouth. She tightened her grip on the base of his cock. Her belly tautened. She reared back, sliding her mouth up and grazing his skin with her teeth.
“Fuck,” Kieran bellowed.
Ribbons of come covered her tongue. She plunged her digits knuckle-deep and the pressure building up along her nerve endings erupted. Her mouth came off his cock as she threw her head back, carnal wails escaping through her lips. Rica dropped back on her calves, and her body unwound.
Kieran rose, his dick jutting up in front of him. He seized her by the biceps and yanked her up. “This is my pussy, pretty girl.” He backed her up until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. “Give me what I want.”
She did as she was told, and he rammed his cock into her sheath.
He caught her by her braids and tugged her back until she was on her back. “Who do you belong to?” He spoke through clenched teeth.
Her heels grazed the top of his ass with every drive. She followed the buttons of his shirt down his torso. Through his clothes, the definition of his torso was clear with every movement. His neck glistened and the tendons were stark. A few strands of his hair fell over his forehead. Long lashes that should have belonged to a woman framed closed lids. His nose flared as he inhaled. In that moment she committed his features to memory. She loved Kieran, faults and all. “I’m yours, baby. Always.” The last word was whispered.
Kieran clutched her hips, drawing her to him. His blunt-tipped nails dug into soft tissue. She held his wrists and rolled her pelvis to meet his lunges. Spasms made her movements jerky as mini climaxes piggybacked each other through her system. She set her feet on the desk and lifted her pelvis as he pounded into her passage. Rica’s shoulders came up off the smooth wooden surface as she slid her palms up his arms to grip his elbows. He opened his eyes and she spiraled into the azure depths. Kieran held the back of her head and dipped, claiming her mouth with his own.
He raised his head. “Break apart for me, beautiful.” His words came from far away.
Attuned to his command, her orgasm crashed through her, blowing her body apart. She came back together and collapsed.
He lay over her, resting on his elbows, and fingered the fine baby hair along her nape. “Some things are going to happen, pretty girl. Stay close to the bar. If I’m worried about you I can’t do what needs to be done.” He kissed her forehead “Understand?”
She curled her arms around his neck. The thread of steel was clear in his tone. “Yes.” Whatever he needed, she would do.
Chapter Five
“Shannon, I’ve taken care of everything on my end.” Kieran peered at the image of his brother on the screen.
“We’ll close the businesses soon.” The synchronization on the videoconference was off, and the picture wasn’t keeping up with the conversation.
“It’s time. Negotiations have gone on long enough. I’ll get in touch with you when I hear from Fionn and Conall.” Their discussion could be taken as anything since they never spoke in specifics. He set the device down and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window in his office. “Remember, Danny Boy and I have a separate arrangement.”
“However you need to get the job done.” Shannon’s face grew large on the screen. “Some things that need my attention have come up.”
“Later.” Kieran hovered his finger over the tablet.
“Yeah.” The screen faded to black.
His office was on the twelfth floor of the Prudential Building overlooking Newbury Street. On paper, O’Shea and Partners was a prestigious law firm. He snorted. They handled local celebrity divorces and represented the top area business, but that was a cover for who he truly wanted to help. The city’s underbelly, gangsters, thieves, men like himself who walked the shady area between right and wrong. People like his brothers and to a certain extent his friends.
Kieran stared into the bright blue, cloudless sky. Who was he kidding? There was no honor among criminals. Other than his siblings, he gave less than a damn if someone served time. It was, however, bad business to lose cases, so he and the other attorneys busted ass to keep folks out of prison. It was a win/win situation for him. He could help Shannon, Conall and Fionn with legal matters--protect them from the bullshit laws they tended to break. At the same time, it allowed him to lead his family in a new direction--legitimacy. Business was a cutthroat affair anyway and to a certain degree even upstanding corporations sometimes dipped their toes into illegal matters. His job was to make sure they didn’t get caught, and, if they did, to get the bastards the hell off without repercussions. If he could do that for strangers, handli
ng that for his siblings was a cakewalk. His competitive nature and desire to win along with the long list of crooks that kept him on retainer earned him a reputation that was less than stellar. Who gave a shit? In the end, he was the best and, good or bad, the first one called when someone was in trouble.
He didn’t hide his family relations, or his ties to the area’s less desirable personalities. They were a part of him, connections that had a part in molding him into the man he’d become. The core of his personality was born of hatred and abuse that he learned to mask at an early age. It was the things he learned later that might actually have helped him develop a conscience--sort of. Shit taught to him by watching shady motherfuckers like Roscoe that overrode the psychopathic tendencies ingrained in him by his father. Both men were lawbreakers, but there were hundreds of shades of difference between them.
Roscoe was his father’s errand boy and sometime-driver, a true con artist. Years ago, as an adolescent, he’d worked up the nerve to ask about Paddy. The older man explained his da by telling him a story that summed up Paddy O’Shea and put a neat little bow on him. From that day on he kept close to Roscoe, who would secretly take him to visit his mother, Fiona. Until Danny Sullivan found out and put both him and Roscoe in the hospital for weeks. In those days, the hate cultivated by the abuse of him and his brothers birthed an idea that he had been planning for twenty-plus years. To kill a snake, cut off its head. To shut down Paddy O’Shea’s organization was just as simple. His da had to die. The scheme was started with a parable.
***
Lanky and tall, Kieran had a hard time keeping his pants up, and they kept falling below his waist as he ran or home. His heavy book bag pounded his back with every step. He’d caught a later bus than his brothers, and now he would pay for it. Danny Boy would probably cane him for the minor disobedience. It was worth it though. He had a tutor for his government class, and she was hot. For months he’d been trying to think of ways to approach her. He didn’t need help with his studies, but getting close to the girl had become his personal obsession. Seeing her alone on a regular basis was worth the beating he was sure to receive. He slowed to a stop.