Sweet Redemption_Sweet Duet, Part 2

by Ellie Jean

  Sighing outwardly, there’s no message from Isla or anyone claiming to know where she is. This mystery is fucking making me crazy. Someone somewhere has to know something. What worries me more than anything is our security has always been the best. I presume Sokolov would have his hands in many pies, yet he had no clue where she was either earlier today. Something doesn’t add up.

  Weighing this up, thinking about so many possibilities, I look around each of the men in the car. Silently we all wait for the unknown of tonight. I try to lighten the mood.

  “So, Seth, you and Kameron?” Raising my eyebrows at him, I smirk. Being so involved with my own problems, trying to get Isla back and being told to stay away from everyone, we haven’t had our weekly dinner and drinking catchups. Let alone our nights out where we find a quick lay for the night. Egging each other on with silly competitions and wagers, taking any woman we want, when we want. How things can change so fast. I can’t visualize a day now without Isla.

  Fuck… Now I’m thinking about it again…

  “Yeah.” Seth lifts his chin with a grin.

  Liam turns from the front to face us. “She’s got a killer body, man.”

  “Shut the fuck up. You keep your hands off her.” The seriousness confirms his attitude about Kameron.

  Holding up his hands in self-defense, “Just stating the facts.”

  “She’s a fireball too.” Jared puts his opinion forward.

  Trying hard to restrain myself, “I can imagine how that would work for you guys in bed. Knowing how you like your women.” The others muffle a snigger.

  “She knows who’s in charge when it’s just the two of us.” His seriousness has gone. “And, guys, you can’t imagine what earth-shattering sex is like with Kameron. You will never know, but it blows my mind, that’s for fucking sure.”

  “Fuck,” we all stare at him, “now you have to tell us more.” Jared bumps his elbow into his side.

  “Not happening. But I will leave you with this, she lets me do anything I want to that flexible and delectable body of hers. Kameron’s my perfect.”

  We know how demanding Seth is with his sexual desires, it’s not for very many women. Only knowing Kameron for a short while and seeing her hotheaded nature, it stuns me to think she can please Seth. But fuck, she has him by the balls.

  “Does that mean Seth Savo is off the market?” Jared directs the question to Seth seriously.

  Smiling, “Fuck yes. And I couldn’t be happier.”

  “Jared and I will have so much choice with you two pussy-whipped now.” Liam fist pumps Jared across the SUV, acting like young school boys.

  “Thanks, guys… We will pick up your slack… Where we can.” Jared and Liam laugh. Benito joins in with his own laughing.

  “We will have the last laugh. Go at it hard for now, boys, because once you find the right woman, we will be saying we told you so.” Eyeing them both, with a slight stare. “Being in the arms of the right woman, hearing her scream for you, making her fucking weak for only your touch, any fucking time you want it and wherever you want is my idea of paradise. And I intend on having it forever with Isla.” My dick starts to firm thinking about Isla’s wet pussy always ready to be eaten, her tits that respond with even the slightest tug, and her delicious neck…

  The two guys look at me seriously. A gurgle from their throats start, then they laugh. Loudly. Seth and I start to laugh as well. Who would have thought I’d ever say those words? Not me, for one. But they will find out. One day it will happen.

  A flash of lightning with a bang of thunder stops us. The windows are fogged from us breathing and the rain pelts harder against the car. This night is not getting any better. I message Kolton, asking if he has any new news about Isla and a quick reply comes back.

  No. Sorry man. Still searching.

  Liam’s turned the radio on quietly, allowing us to escape our own thoughts. All of us scan our phones. Scrolling through the photos of Isla makes my stomach drop. Why the fuck can’t we find her? It’s the same question I keep asking myself, over and over. Maybe I’m asking the wrong question. Who would want her?

  Who are Sokolov’s enemies? Logging in through my phone to our database that Kolton keeps updated, I start looking at known associates of Sokolov. This should keep me busy until we are needed. So many acquaintances who are known underworld figures. Where the hell do I start?

  Taking an interest in each one, I scan their files. Every now and then, Liam muffles a laugh at the funniest home videos he is watching. Benito’s catching a few minutes of sleep. Sitting in the middle of Seth and Jared, I cast a quick look at Seth’s screen. Part of a woman’s tit is visible on the phone. Seth looks at me and raises his eyebrows and smirks. “See how much control I have over her body?” he quietly announces.

  Shaking my head, that’s something I shouldn’t be looking at. Isla’s friend and all that. I turn my head and see what Jared’s doing. He’s catching forty winks as well. How the fuck can these guys sleep in this cramped space? My phone screen says it’s close to midnight. We’ve been sitting here for close to two hours.

  The rains eased marginally. A flash of headlights from outside catches my attention up the road. A dark car pulls over and parks.

  “They’re here,” I state.

  Benito and Jared wake. “Looks like it’s two cars pulling in up there.”

  Eyes fixed on the shadows, at least eight men get out of the two cars and head inside the old building. We all place our phones away and concentrate on the figures who have gone from our vision.

  Minutes later, a Jaguar slows and stops near the other cars. It’s followed by another vehicle who stops in a strategically placed area behind the Jag. Sokolov’s Jag I presume.

  Heart beating faster, my hands ache to be holding the gun against Sokolov’s temple, pulling the trigger. My legs are restless and mine aren’t the only ones. Seth and Jared’s eyes are piercing through the window into the night air, watching and waiting.

  Sokolov gets out of the car, heavily guarded by four other men.

  We mumble amongst ourselves in the car, wishing we could see what the fuck is happening inside, but we haven’t been signaled. After twenty minutes, the rain picks up, hitting the windows, quieting our ragged breathing.

  Another burst of bright light hits our car. A large SUV moves past us, headed toward the building and around the corner, making a U-turn so its lights are facing back the way it just came from. It stops there. Who the fuck is this?

  Benito eyed the car carefully as it drove past. “Looks like we have another player coming to the party, boys.”

  Two large frames holding guns slide against the wall to where the doors are.

  This could be a problem…

  Each of us take our weapon out ready to use if necessary. Benito hasn’t received a message yet, so we can’t reveal ourselves. These intruders could be our calling card.

  Fuck, I want to be in there. Ensuring the job gets done.

  The silence is deafening in the car. Our breathing is the only noise. Our adrenaline spiked with the arrival of the new vehicle and guys carrying weapons.

  A humming beep of a text message lands on all our ears.

  Benito looks at his lit up screen.

  Code word motherfucker is there.

  Fuck…

  It’s party time.

  Tears form in my eyes more than once during today. Gran’s stories move me to tears, listening to her upbringing and the life of my mother before I knew her. Such a different lady from the picture painted before me by her mother. Catching up on twenty-five years’ worth of stories keeps our mouths moving, the butler serving us more tea and delicacies than I can ever remember having before and a smile that threatens to tear my face in two for most of the day.

  Hours fly past and the sun behind the overcast skies starts delving lower toward the sea. Fleetingly, I thought about Alex when Grandmother spoke about my grandfather and their undying love for one another. Sounding similar to the connection Al
ex and I have. Every part of ourselves is for each other. Our love, our bodies, our kisses, and our minds.

  We will be together… I’m more certain of that now more than ever.

  Men, including the one who took me from Alex’s farmhouse, interrupt our reminiscing. I listen, taking in words that trouble me.

  Grandmother is informed a meeting had been scheduled for late tonight before she goes home, back to England in her jet. The guy who manhandled me yesterday smiles at me today, chatting to Gran as though she was the queen. The respect they have for her is noticeable and genuine. Her grace and poise are remarkable. The authority she conveys makes me sit up straight and listen to every word she says.

  The men are to get ready. They know their target and it is to happen tonight. Firing instructions at them, the last thing I remember hearing was about ‘clean-up.’ To make sure nothing remained. That nothing could be traced to them or Stefano.

  Holy hell… Could it be Alex’s Stefano? No way… There’s no connection… Is there?

  Excusing myself then, Gran smiles and tells me there’s some new clothes that William had brought up from downstairs for me to wear in the spare room.

  Sounds perfect. I need a shower.

  The hot water cascades over my tired body. Exhaustion finally kicks in. With limited energy, I soap up the citrus smelling soap. I think of Alex. Washing my hair, thoughts run to how Alex must be tearing his hair out trying to find me. All while I’ve been living it up in the Park Royal Penthouse. Turning the taps off fast, I need to get a message to Alex. I need to let him know I’m safe.

  The white fluffy towel wraps around my body almost twice. The bag of clothes sits near the bed. Pulling out a simple white blouse and black skirt, I put the underwear on and clothe quickly. Sitting on the bed, I clasp my head in my hands. How do I get a message to Alex? Who can I call?

  Right… Jules…

  Would Sokolov be watching her? Possibly not. He would have no need too.

  Reaching for the phone handset, I try dialing out. There’s no dial tone. Pressing the receiver with my finger up and down, up…down…up…down. Still silence.

  Lying back on the lush bed, I let my eyes drift closed for a second to help me think…

  The taste of the ripe strawberry leaves a sweet tang in my mouth. The pile of fruit Alex has stacked for my birthday breakfast has quickly disappeared. Blowing out the candle, I wished for simply this… Alex and me together, but without complications and with freedom. I don’t need anything else.

  A protector.

  A lover.

  Someone who loves all of me, for me.

  A partner.

  Is everything I need.

  Alex is that man.

  Sliding the last strawberry over my chest, circling my nipples with the cool flesh, following the trail with his tongue, I quickly insert a lover with expert sexual skills into my wish. Oh by gosh he drives me wild with sexual need. The mere touch of his skin on my skin sends an untamed delirium throughout the entire cells in my body. The reaction each time to his touch is something I cannot control.

  The strawberry and tongue continue trailing downward. Hands latch around my knees, pushing them up, widening them at the same time. He slips his entire body in front of mine, biting into the strawberry, letting the juices run down my belly button to my sensitive core. Blond messed up hair is between my legs. Oh fuck… My knees relax further to the side with the precise lapping of my jewel. A fixed grip around my ass holds me to Alex. My legs spasm uncontrollably, and my hips flex, taking me closer to the friction I so desperately crave.

  Holy crap, Alex spoils me rotten, giving my body intense passion and pleasure. Even if it does drive my senses ridiculously crazy. Inserting two fingers is all it takes to catapult me to my nirvana. Strangling his fingers, Alex prises them out, replacing them triumphantly with his rock hard cock. There was no way he was going to miss out again… Kneeling, ramming forcefully his length into my slippery core, the angle he lifts my ass certifies his tip strikes my sensitive spot over and over again impeccably. Harsh and fast, Alex pumps in and out. I’m still floating somewhere from the orgasm minutes before, yet the building of another one is tingling within. I can’t help my inside’s tight grasp around Alex’s long, thick dick. Spiraling again, Alex holds my ass up, smacking with force into me, again and again. My arms are out behind me, locked at the elbows to support my weight and the force. Arching my back, my tits push forward as Alex rams me one last time, roaring my name. Digging his fingers into my ass, jerking back and forth with such unrestrainable fury and brute strength a few more times, Alex slows.

  Being held up only by his hands, my wafting, languid body slips into another peaceful sleep. Covered by my man.

  My wish came true…

  “Wake up, Isla.” Soft fingers touch my shoulder. “It’s time to go, my darling granddaughter. It’s time for me to go back home and you to start your new life.”

  My hands swipe my eyes, helping them to open. My grandmother’s face is smiling gently at me.

  “You had a little nap, Isla.”

  Did I? I know I was trying to work out how to reach Jules. Shaking my head, trying to wake up enough to register what’s happening, I sit up.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry. I just laid down for a second I thought.” Stretching my legs and arms, “I wanted to give you privacy so I took a shower, then wanted to see if I could contact Jules, but the phone wouldn’t work.” Saddened that I have missed the last hours with my Grandmother, I stand up, hugging her immediately. “I wish you didn’t have to go. But I understand.”

  “You will visit me soon, Isla. That handsome man of yours will make sure of it.”

  Has she met Alex?

  Not wanting to question her with the small amount of time left, I kiss her cheek and she kisses my forehead.

  “We need to get going.” Holding my hand, she leads me out like she would her little two-year-old granddaughter. “I love you, Isla, and remember, tonight, when I tell you go, no questions, just do as I say. Everything will work out.”

  Unsure of what she means, I nod and follow her and William.

  Down the elevator to the basement, it looks as though we are going for a ride in the same car I was brought here in.

  My lungs expand with a full breath of air.

  The door beeps open. Hopefully this journey takes me back to Alex. For longer than a day. Is forever too much to ask for…?

  Spots of light rain run down my face. Five of us walk close to the building, shielded by the shadows. Staking out the building for over two hours, we had watched to see if men had been placed around the exterior of the building, but we hadn’t seen any. Sokolov’s men were with him, Gambril’s family had all gone inside too, the only unknown factor was the last car who had stopped around the corner. Kolton and uncle had organized for shooters to be placed around the outer buildings to stop any unwanted bodies appearing or disappearing throughout the meeting.

  Ear pieces in place, we let Kolton and the team know we are entering the building. Seth and Liam will be entering from the rear, Jared and myself through the front door, with Benito on watch out the front.

  The element of surprise is on our side. With patience, we line ourselves up at the doorways ready to enter together.

  As one… Protecting our brothers.

  There’s no loud voices or shouting when I push the door open. Looking in front of me, a wide office space leads off into a corridor. The area is dark with a dim light shining from the righthand side of the hall way.

  “Down your end, your left,” I whisper to Seth so he’s prepared to enter almost on top of the activity. Holding my gun, the tense muscles in my arm clamp tight around it. Finger ready on the trigger for anything unexpected.

  Jared follows behind me, covering us that way. The voices get louder as we step further into the building.

  “Eyes on Gambril and some of Sokolov’s men. Can’t see Dimitri,” Liam updates us.

  One loud crack spirals through the r
ooms. My body jerks up straight, flat against the wall. My eyes search the dim walk space.

  “Update?” Liam possibly saw something.

  “One of Gambril’s men is down. Sokolov shot him after speaking some words I couldn’t make out.”

  Fuck…

  Regaining our step, we walk faster to the opening, spotting Liam and Seth before us, spying in an open large sliding white door.

  Seth breathes in a muted tone. “There’s an opening over the other side. Can you get to it?”

  Fast, Jared and I walk around, down a side passageway, hoping it links up with the open door Seth spotted.

  “Not motherfucking happening, Gambril. That is my turf. My area. My drugs. You have no fucking claim to it.” Sokolov’s sitting at a black desk, pointing his gun toward the head of the Gambril family. There’s a body on the floor with blood pooling around him.

  The calmness in Gambril’s eyes is unnerving. He wants this… An opportunity like this doesn’t come up often. Sitting opposite the Russian, he folds his arms while one of his men lies dead next to them.

  “It will be mine after tonight, Sokolov. You either leave this area on your own terms. Or on ours… The information that we have on you will ruin you here and everywhere. Only choice you have is to leave. Now…” Stabbing him with his deathly stare, he keeps his eyes locked on Sokolov’s. “I give you my word, it won’t be revealed.”

  Holy fuck… The information Kolton and Stefano passed to them must be fucking gold.

  Standing abruptly, everyone’s quick to their feet. “I fucking own this town.” Sokolov’s face is bright red. If there was steam coming from his ears, it wouldn’t surprise me. The gun is shaking in his hand with the wrath rushing through his veins. The composed, solid veneer of Sokolov is cracking subtly. “You won’t be alive long enough to tell a single person.” A sneer surfaces on his face.

  Both men stand solidly on the spot. Guns ready to blast if there is the slightest signal given. “You’re stupider than I thought. If I die, there’s a plan in place for every bit of information to be leaked. Tonight.”