Mob Justice

by Kelley, Morgan

  Period.

  Emma whistled.

  The guy working the viewing booths looked over, hearing her. He jerked his head toward one of the viewing booths.

  “Is our regular booth ready?” she asked, praying he kept his mouth shut. If he did, he’d get a huge ass tip.

  He pointed at one.

  Emma was grateful he was playing along.

  Denise wasn’t buying it. Emma pointed at the sales girl who had moved closer to see what the ruckus was about.

  Emma handled that too.

  “Whatever she buys, put it on my tab. She needs to save her money for retirement. I don’t. We can’t have some old adulteress trying to mount half of Vegas to pay her rent. Prostitution is legal in SOME of Vegas. Not in MY city.”

  Denise glared at her.

  “Yes, Mrs. Croft,” the woman said.

  She was getting a huge tip, too, since she was playing along with this whole farce. Meanwhile, Chris was not doing well. His hand was shaking, and she hoped it was out of anger.

  Not fear.

  She’d kick Denise’s ass for tormenting him.

  “I suggest you head out of Vegas, Denise,” she stated.

  “Why?”

  “If you think I’ll let you try to make him miserable, you have another thing coming. You forget who else I share my bed with. Go ahead and mess with Greyson Croft, and see what happens. He loves this man. You’ll be destroyed.”

  “I doubt that. I’m betting he doesn’t know that Chris is diddling his wife. I call your bluff.”

  Well, then Emma was going to kick this one up a whole lot of notches.

  It was time.

  Emma pulled a shell-shocked Chris after her, and they went into the booth that the man had been saving for them. Chris sat, and Emma went into his lap. She shoved her credit card into the slot and then kissed Chris for all she was worth.

  As the curtain closed, he pulled away.

  His heart hurt.

  As soon as they were ‘alone’ the tears came. They filled his eyes, and he looked so damn hopeless.

  Emma held him.

  This was the worst time for this to happen. It was the worst time for that woman to find him and rip what was left of that scab off his heart.

  “I can’t do this,” he whispered, and he didn’t mean sitting in a viewing booth, as a porno played, and Emma sat in his lap. He meant the hurt.

  It was overwhelming him.

  Emma understood.

  He didn’t have to say anything else.

  “I have you, sweetheart,” she crooned. “I have you. I’m so sorry. I’ll get you out to the car.”

  He rested his face on her shoulder as the porn-filled movie played. They didn’t even pay attention to it.

  “I didn’t need this today,” he whispered. “I am barely functioning as it is. I didn’t need to run into her and have her flaunt her life at me. It had been my life until she took it away.”

  She kissed his tears from his cheeks.

  “I have you, Chris.”

  “She’s the one thing that can break me every time. She’s my one secret shame. I am constantly reminded I failed, and that she cheated on me.”

  Emma held him.

  “I have you.”

  “Then Natasha didn’t want to stay with me. What’s wrong with me, Emma?”

  She held him.

  “Nothing. You’re sexy, you’re sweet, and you’re a good man, Christopher.”

  He let her sit in his lap as he struggled to pull it off. Chris didn’t know what to mourn more.

  Natasha.

  His life.

  Or his dignity.

  “I’m fine,” he whispered. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get out of here. I can do this.”

  She knew that was a lie.

  “You can’t let her win,” she said. “You can’t let that demon win.”

  “Denise is a bitch. She’s always going to win, Emma. I can’t fight anymore. I’m depleted. I’ve been fighting for too long. I give up.”

  Then she had to fight for him.

  It was time to have that coming to Jesus talk, and ironically, it was in a sex shop while two people fornicated on the screen behind her.

  Well, that summed up Vegas and her life.

  “I wasn’t talking about letting Denise win. I meant Natasha.”

  He stared into her eyes.

  Chris couldn’t pretend anymore. It was time to come clean, and with the person he trusted the most.

  “I’m so mad at her.”

  “I know,” Emma stated. “I know what you’re feeling inside. I can see it on your face.”

  “I want to rage around.”

  Emma listened to him and the emotion in his voice.

  “I want to… die. I want to give up and call it a life. I can’t do this, Emma. I have nothing left,” he whispered.

  She held him.

  “I have you.”

  “This is my life. I have no one. I didn’t expect to run into her, and now I have to deal with it.”

  Emma wiped his face.

  “You have me. You have Greyson.”

  “I know.”

  But he didn’t.

  Chris didn’t know if they really got how much he was hurt. Natasha knew he wasn’t the one for weeks. She knew he wasn’t what she wanted, and she led him on.

  She betrayed his heart too.

  Natasha was going to leave.

  “We can’t go out there like this,” she said. “You know that bitch is going to be lying in wait. She’s going to want to see you come out of here all hot and bothered, or she’s calling the bluff!”

  He stared at her.

  “What?” he asked. “Please tell me you didn’t just allude to the fact that I had to get turned on, and by you.”

  She snorted.

  “Well, that’s pretty much what I meant. Let’s get you horny, Chris.”

  His mouth hung open as she smiled wickedly.

  “I do NOT like that look on your face. It’s going to get me killed. While you didn’t lie to her, and Greyson does love me, he’s not going to love that plan. No husband would. Are you absolutely insane?”

  Emma pulled out her phone and called her husband again. This time, he answered.

  “Hey, we’re heading to the next girlfriend on the list.” Then he realized she was in some weird place. He could hear moans and what sounded like someone having sex in the background. “Where are you, Emma?”

  “I’m in a porn shop, in a sex booth, and watching a porno with Chris.”

  “Pardon?” he asked.

  She was watching Chris and his face said it all. He expected this to be the last straw. He expected Greyson to snap and end it.

  Well, Emma knew her husband. This was NOT going to end the way Chris assumed. She knew Greyson. He genuinely loved Chris. While Chris was her best friend, he was Greyson’s brother.

  Emma turned the volume down and put it on speaker, so he could hear.

  She whispered so Denise the harpy wouldn’t hear them.

  “WE ran into Denise as we were chasing a lead. Libby’s friend said she frequented this place,” she said, giving him the name of the shop. “So, we came in, and Denise was in here with her boy toy.”

  “Okay. I’m with you so far. Why are you in a kink booth watching porn?”

  Emma replayed what Denise had said and done to Chris, and she waited for her husband to flip his shit.

  “Do you want me to show up?” he asked. “I’ll kick her ass for him. No one talks to my fucking brother like that, and in front of people. I’ll make her eat her words.”

  And there was her husband.

  Chris listened, knowing Greyson didn’t know he was eavesdropping. While he knew the man liked him, he didn’t know the depth of his attachment.

  This said it all.

  He had his back too.

  Chris was appreciative of that until Emma kept talking, and he knew he was going to die right after Denise.

  “I know this is
going to be a weird request, but I need to make out with Chris to get him really riled up so we can walk out of here with him looking horny.”

  Greyson laughed.

  Chris swallowed.

  “Do me a favor?” Greyson asked.

  “Yes?”

  “Take pictures of his horrified face.”

  Emma laughed.

  “Oh, that pretty much sums up his face right about now. If I wasn’t sitting on him, he’d try to climb out of here.”

  Greyson hurt for the man.

  He knew what betrayal felt like, and Chris was still recovering from losing Natasha. For him, he’d take one for the team.

  “Do it. I don’t care what you have to do to save his heart. I’m good. Be careful and DON’T END UP IN JAIL!”

  Emma snorted.

  “Well, there went plan B.”

  “I mean it. Commissioner Raye will have you dead before Delilah and I can get you out.”

  “I hear you. I’ll keep it sexy not face-punch-y.”

  “I love you both.”

  Greyson hung up.

  “See?” she said. “I told you he wasn’t going to get upset with you. Now, her? Yeah, she had better pray he never finds her. Greyson will make her life hell.”

  He felt a little better.

  “Now, let’s make out,” Emma said, grinning at him. “In my defense, when we were getting ready to enter the shop, you didn’t say I couldn’t do this.”

  She had a point.

  “I’ll add it to the list for the next one. Trust me.”

  She laughed.

  “This is the craziest shit you’ve ever come up with. The next time, you take Dimitri to the sex shop. I’m going to the library.”

  “Oh, do you have a better idea?” she asked. “Want me to dial up a hooker for you?”

  Crap!

  He couldn’t let that bitch win, and he didn’t want syphilis either. Chris knew Emma would, and could, find a hooker.

  She waited for him to decide.

  “Okay, let’s do it.”

  Emma assumed that was going to be his answer. She pulled a tube of lipstick out of her purse.

  “Uh, that’s going to get all over me. I’m going to look like I was attacked.”

  She lifted a brow.

  “Seriously? That’s the point. Then there’s proof that my lips were all over your body.”

  “Jesus. I’m going to hell,” he muttered.

  Emma grinned as she slathered the sexy shade of burgundy all over her lips.

  “Thank God you wore a white shirt.”

  “Thank God I have a clean one in the car, crazy train,” he replied.

  She wasn’t shocked. Still, she was going to make this moment all his—for her best friend and a man she genuinely loved so very much.

  “Let’s kiss.”

  Emma turned to straddle Chris’s hips. He held her in place as she kissed him.

  That went on for a few minutes.

  “Want to have sex with me?” she asked.

  “I never thought I’d say this, but no. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

  While he said it, his dick said otherwise. Emma found him amusing.

  “Good. I’m so not wet.”

  He laughed.

  When her mouth went back to his, they continued kissing, and it wasn’t a light peck on the cheek. Emma gave, and Chris took.

  It helped him fill that cold hole that life had put in his soul. While he could, he let Emma ebb into him, repairing what had damaged him.

  Slowly, she set his mouth free.

  “Want to roll around naked?” she asked.

  “Getting there.”

  She snorted.

  When he opened his eyes, they were clearer. Emma could see most of the pain had left his eyes, and instead, the man she loved was back.

  “Emma?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Thank you.”

  She rested her forehead against his. Emma got it. This man was her best friend. While Greyson was the love of her life, he was next in line.

  “Anything for you, Chris. I love you. I’ll always love you,” she promised.

  “I love you too,” he stated, meaning every word. Chris did, and nothing could change that.

  Emma gave him a big kiss on his neck, just above his body armor. In fact, she gave him a freaking hickey.

  He laughed.

  “I am going to bust Dimitri’s ass over this one,” he stated. “For the rest of the month.”

  She snorted.

  “Go for it.”

  Chris needed to know.

  “Am I messed up enough?” he asked, pointing at his face and neck. “Did you coat me with enough lipstick for it to be believable?”

  Oh, she wasn’t done.

  “I apologize in advance.”

  “For?”

  Emma had bad news for him. She was about to really up her game when it came to proving that this man was hers. She’d told Denise that when they’d crossed paths shopping. She warned the woman weeks ago to stay as far away from Chris as humanly possible.

  Now she was going to make sure the woman got it.

  HE.

  WAS.

  THEIRS.

  Chris was a Croft, and it was hands off. If she had to break the woman’s hands off, she would. This type of antagonization was NOT happening.

  Emma reached down between them and tugged his shirt out of his pants in the front. Then she reached for his zipper.

  “Uh, hello. What are you doing?”

  “Dropping your fly. You know, like you got head and forgot to zip up.”

  He stared at her.

  “I have never loved you more than I have at this very moment.”

  She winked at him.

  “You look too neat,” he said. “It looks like you did the mauling, and I sat here helplessly. That’s pretty much what she thinks of our whole sex life. You need to muss yourself up a bit.”

  “Oh, I know.”

  She turned around in his lap, still perched on his erection.

  “Unhook my bra for me, Christopher.”

  “WHAT?” he hissed.

  “Trust me. Just do it. I have a plan.”

  He reached beneath the back of the body armor, and somehow, he managed to unhook it. The whole process wasn’t easy.

  Chris felt like he was invading territory that he had no business invading.

  His hands were UNDER Emma’s shirt.

  Christ!

  As soon as it was unhooked, Emma removed it by pulling the straps off her shoulders and down her sleeves.

  “I’m more turned on by that than anything,” he said, referring to how she did that magic trick. “If I could get my boxers off like that…”

  She laughed even more.

  While this should be awkward, it was funny as hell. This was more proof of how close they were as a team.

  “Hey, question, and I know this is a bad place to be going there, but it just occurred to me.”

  “What?”

  “When I give birth to Mac, will you be in the delivery room with me, Dimitri, and Greyson? I want you there to see him born. You’re going to be a huge part of his life, and I want you to see it all.”

  He stopped moving.

  Emma turned.

  There were tears in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I was going to ask when we were alone, but it seemed like a good idea to ask you now.”

  “Yes, Emma, I’ll be there. I won’t leave your side. I want to see him born.”

  He gave her a soft, gentle kiss.

  There was the Chris she knew and loved. Beneath that tough exterior, she knew the man was kind, gentle, and part of her life.

  “Good. You can torment Dimitri. He’s going to be all kinds of uncomfortable.”

  He laughed.

  “My day is looking up.”

  Emma was about to give him even more.

  “How bad do you want Denise to suffer?” she asked, holding her lacy bra in he
r hand.

  “Like she’s in the hottest pit of misery hell. I want it to make her so miserable she never forgets that I moved on, and I’m happy.”

  She pulled a water bottle out and dumped some on his lap over his fly.

  “Uh, that’s wet and all kinds of weird.”

  She smiled and pointed from her crotch to his until he understood what she was doing.

  “Oh,” he said, finally getting it. “Wow. You get really wet. Lucky Greyson.”

  She snorted.

  “Last thing.”

  She dropped to her knees and pointed at him.

  “Do not enjoy this,” she said, winking at him. Emma could see him throb beneath his pants.

  His eyes went huge as that panic came back.

  “What are you doing?” he hissed.

  Emma smeared her lipstick over the khaki of his pants by where she would have had contact with his dick if any of this were real.

  “Oh Christ! She’s going to eat herself alive,” Chris hissed in glee. “It’s totally worth having to jerk off to this later.”

  She grinned at him.

  “What happens in Vegas…”

  Emma was glad he was smiling again. She had him stand up.

  He did. It was a tight squeeze in there.

  Emma tucked her bra into his one pocket and made sure it was hanging out the side. There would be no doubt that they had ‘fooled’ around in there.

  She unbuttoned her shirt, and Chris watched.

  He couldn’t help himself.

  Then she buttoned it up, making sure to screw up a few of the buttons so she looked like she’d gotten redressed in a big hurry.

  “Do I look like I’ve been used and abused?” he asked.

  “We both do.”

  She looked at her masterpiece.

  Perfect.

  He looked like he’d had some wild tryst in the privacy of some sleazy sex room.

  She climbed back into his lap and shoved him against the wall with the back of the chair. She kept doing it, and he knew what it sounded like.

  “Oh God! Christopher! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  He was laughing so hard that his eyes were tearing again. He was bright red from trying not to make a sound.

  “Harder.”

  She shoved him harder.

  Emma was trying not to laugh too.

  “Oh God!” he moaned, and she was the one crying now.

  Then…

  They stopped.

  The store had gotten silent.

  He held her on his lap and whispered in her ear. “You are officially my hero. I love you so damn much.”