“I’ll be okay. No one knows me.”
Dante ruffled his hair.
“No, Sam. You are stuck here with the gunkles. Now get a snack and let’s go play some video games. I’m going to kick your ass.”
The boy grinned.
“I can do that,” he said, grabbing a bag of chips and heading out.
Dante kissed his husband.
“You’re sexy when you play mommy. You, me, bed—later.”
Steele slapped him on the ass as he walked away, and Dante laughed.
It was probably a good thing he couldn’t have kids. His husband was insatiable.
They’d have a brood.
Chapter Sixteen
Commissioner’s Gala
E than and his wife were being driven to the gala in a limo that he’d procured for them. Honestly, he wanted to spend a few minutes alone with his wife. When he heard that Chris was willingly heading out with the Crofts, he was all smiles.
Sue him.
He missed her all day, even though she kept him busy with all of the mayhem of her ‘dead body scavenger hunt’. Now it was time for them to have a ‘date’.
Any time alone with her was a gift.
Once they got there, he was going to go inside, and occupy the commissioner. Meaning, he was going to subtly pump him for information. Until then, she was his focus.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “That dress on you is stunning.”
“Well, you picked it out,” she said, “and I don’t think that you picked it for the color,” she teased.
He stared right at her breasts.
“Uh, sure I did.”
That made her laugh.
“Red is your color,” he admitted, running his fingers over the fine silk of the dress. “You look elegant.”
She leaned in to kiss him.
“Before you do,” he said, stopping her. “I have a present for you.”
She stared at him.
“Oh, Christ. What are you draping on me now?” she asked.
He opened the console and handed her a simple box. It was too big to be jewelry.
“You forgot something.”
That had her attention.
“What is it?”
“Open it.”
She took it from him, undid the bow, and lifted the lid. Inside was a thigh holster with black ravens etched into it, and Ethan’s spare gun.
She looked up.
“My wife isn’t handling another man’s gun.”
She started laughing.
He stopped her with his mouth and how he roughly yanked her into his body. The kiss was explosive.
She moaned when it rocked her world.
“Ethan,” she whispered, as he set her mouth free. Her lower lip was between his teeth.
He opened his eyes.
“I mean it. Take it off.”
“How did you know…?”
He stared at her.
“I know my woman. You’d never go in there without a gun. Now the question is how to actually get you in with it.”
“They won’t pat me down.”
“If they do, I’ll kill them.”
She laughed.
“Someone is feeling possessive tonight.”
“I feel possessive all the time, but I keep my mouth shut. My wife is a strong woman. Tonight, she’s not Director Blackhawk. I am.”
She got it.
Ethan was telling her he’d had enough. She’d been beaten up, nearly shot, and almost blown up. He had swallowed it all, but he was done.
Elizabeth pulled back the slit of her dress and turned in her seat. She placed her legs on her husband’s lap. “Care to unholster me?”
Oh, did he ever.
He slid his fingers up her leg, the smooth skin proof she’d just shaved. He was curious. He went past the holster and ran his fingers over the soft petal smooth skin of her girly parts.
“Jesus. No panties and you shaved?”
She smiled.
“Oh, yeah.”
She pulled back her dress even more and gave him one hell of a killer shot.
“Elizabeth.”
“We have ten minutes until we’re there. Want to have sex?”
He laughed.
“Oh, yeah.”
Ethan dropped her legs and then went to his knees before her. He shoved her back and spread her legs to have better access to her.
“I’m hungry.”
He dove in.
She moaned the second his mouth touched her clit. He worked her hard, getting her wet in seconds. Ethan had really amazing oral skills.
Her hands found his silky black hair—which he was wearing down, and she pulled him closer.
He ground down on her clit, shoving her off the edge. She came hard, and she came fast.
He was up, sitting in the seat.
Blackhawk opened his buckle, dropped his fly, and pulled himself out. He fully expected her to climb on.
She didn’t.
Elizabeth, truly the wild card, dropped to her knees. She took his dick in her hands and blew him.
Hard.
She worked him like a hooker on her first night of the job. There was slurping, sucking, and his balls in a vice.
He was teetering.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to blow.”
She set him free.
“Take me, Deputy Director. I want my thighs wet from you all night.”
Jesus Christ!
Just when he thought she couldn’t say anything more dirty, outrageous, and perverse, she came up with a new one.
She laid back, legs spread.
“Fuck me. Fast and hard.”
He practically dove onto her, as he shoved his pants off his ass so he wouldn't get sloppy.
They were about to get messy.
He drove into her, Elizabeth gasping at the force of his entry. Then he began moving. As he fucked her, he tugged down the top of her dress so he could watch her breasts bounce to the rhythm.
It was sexy as sin.
He loved it.
“Oh, Deputy Director, I hope your wife doesn’t find out,” she purred.
Holy shit!
That was hot too. Elizabeth was well aware both he and Callen liked the ‘mistress’ fantasy.
He drove into her, his body slapping against hers.
“Three minutes, sir,” came the driver over the intercom.
He didn’t answer.
He had to cum soon, or he’d be a horny mess all night. Elizabeth had at least gotten off.
Ethan…not yet.
He’d have to drag her into a closet somewhere, shove her against a wall and take her.
That was in his head now too.
“I hope my wife finds out,” he muttered. “I hope she lets me keep you,” he hissed.
“I hope she never finds out. I want you all to myself,” she purred. “Leave your wife for me,” she added. “Make me yours.”
His balls tightened, and she gasped as she came.
Ethan was right behind her.
He exploded like a nuclear bomb.
It wiped him out.
He gave it a minute. When he lifted his head, his wife was smiling.
“I like being your side piece.”
He laughed.
“I can promise you that it’s not nearly as much as I like you being it. Don’t tell my wife. She’ll want a threesome. She’s a hussy.”
She snorted.
Ethan got off of her, tucked his dick back into his tux, and then offered her a hand. She tucked herself back into her dress, and he helped her with her thigh holster.
Gently, he slid it up her leg.
When he had it in place. He slipped his gun into it and then ran his finger across her clit.
She shivered when he left a trail of his wetness down her thigh.
Ethan leaned into her and whispered in her ear.
“That’s so you’ll think about me all night,” he said, slipping his finger into her mouth so she�
��d taste them both. “I’ll take good care of my side piece.”
Well, fuck.
Yes, yes, she would think about him. Elizabeth loved when he was dirty and wild. Hopefully, this Ethan would stay.
When the limo stopped, she was definitely wet. When he got out, he reached in to take her hand.
As he helped her out, the media went crazy. They were shouting questions, taking pictures, and focused on them.
Ethan helped her up the stairs to where they would have to get wanded by security before going inside.
“I have to get around them,” she said.
He was aware. Ethan wanted her armed. Their security was coming behind them, and they wouldn’t have sidearms.
Then he saw him.
Inspiration struck.
“Play along.”
Ethan rushed them toward the commissioner. He was standing there. Ethan played the role.
“Commissioner, my wife is going to be sick. I think she’s still recovering from the concussion your asshole cops gave her. I don’t want her puking on camera. We need to get inside, NOW!”
The man looked worried that the media would overhear him. That was perfect.
“Certainly!” he said, recalling how he had to play nice. Maybe being on her good side would save him a world of trouble. They’d be leaving soon. “This way!”
He led them past security, and right to a ladies’ room.
“Thank you!” she said, rushing away from them to head inside. They waited outside.
Ethan said nothing.
He truly hated this man for telling two cops to put their hands on what was his. The fact that one cop had even eluded that her mouth should be on his dick…
Yeah, this man was screwed.
“I hope she’s okay,” he said.
“Fuck you,” Ethan replied. “That was from Ethan Blackhawk, her husband. He wants you dead. The deputy director wants to make sure you rot in a jail for the shit you’ve been pulling. I wonder who will win?”
The man went pale.
“I should go.”
He took off.
Well, that took care of that.
When the door opened, his wife came out fanning herself with some paper towels.
“He’s gone,” he stated.
“Did you kill him?”
He smiled at her.
“I would never…”
She put her hand over his mouth.
“I know you. Thank you for getting us through.”
He kissed the inside of her hand.
“Never a problem, my love.”
“And that was why I married you. You, Mr. Blackhawk, think on your toes.”
“Let’s mingle. I want to stick close to the commissioner. Let’s make him nervous.”
Oh, she could do that.
Willingly.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
Mysterious Address
Finally, after helping Dimitri into body armor, they were in the car and ready to go. It had taken a while. It wasn’t easy to get him dressed while he couldn’t really move his arm.
She knew that whatever was coming was going to be up to her. Dimitri was in NO shape to be out of Sky Villa. He was one hot mess.
“Are you going to tell us who lives here?” Tessa asked, driving them there.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“The last case, we ran into the madam who supplied me with company.”
They were aware.
That was how Marissa Pierce found him.
“Stephanie Phelps lives at that address. That’s where a gentleman can pick up a date. It helps her keep track of them. You pay up front, and she handles the money.”
Tessa lifted a brow.
“She was cleared by Emma, Greyson, and Chris. They met her in that café, and she gave them her alibi.”
“More like a sob story. She told us she saw Roscoe McKinney dragging Julie down the street. I’m willing to bet that’s not true. Both of them are dead. She knew she was in the clear. If anything, Stephanie is an opportunistic woman. If she sees a way to get ahead, she will.”
That was sickening.
She’d sold women to a maniac.
That was three days past foul.
“I would be willing to bet she lied to them. I wasn’t there. She saw her opportunity and played the crying card. She said that she’d spent time in their basement playpen, but I’m willing to bet she was either part of it or she sold her soul to the sex trade devil.”
“What are you going to do?” Tess asked.
“Interrogate her.”
“Interrogate interrogate or INTEROGATE her?” Paris asked, using a cheesy mob voice for the last selection.
“Are you insane?” his wife asked. “You know better than that.”
He laughed.
Dimitri didn’t.
“I’m going to INTERROGATE her.”
They could tell by the thickness of his Russian accent that he was not screwing around.
“Crap. If it were the first one, I could help. I have to be the getaway driver.”
“NO,” stated Tessa. “You get to watch the door and let us know if anyone is coming. You’re our eyes outside.”
“You’re good at this,” Dimitri stated. “Scarily.”
She laughed.
“I was trained by Greyson Croft. I can do sneaky. He liked his agents to be creative.”
Paris agreed with that.
“I think that’s it,” he said.
They pulled up to the house. It looked pretty calm. Dimitri looked at his watch.
“She sends out her last girl any minute. Then we’re likely clear for a good hour. Her girls work in ninety-minute sessions. The second run, they head out on their own.”
“Okay, so we have a decent window before the first girl comes back?”
“Roughly.”
They watched a limo pull up. The girl came out, got in the limo, and it pulled away.
“How are we supposed to get into the house? There’s a gate,” Tessa asked.
“She gives her regulars the code. It’s diablo.”
“As in the devil? Appropriate, since she was part of this,” Tessa stated.
“I know. Let’s go.”
They headed across the street. Tessa pulled on a glove and punched in the code.”
“Who is it?” the voice came over the intercom.
“It’s Mr. Ivanov. I need a late-night date.”
He hoped she bought it. If she didn’t, he’d know she’d been warned by Viktor. He didn’t doubt his brother was doing everything he could to keep his girl supply going.
“Well, all the girls are out.”
“I’ll take you. I’m desperate. If I don’t get off, I’ll die,” he said, knowing that was the last thing he wanted with her. He was furious. If she was indeed part of this, she was dead.
They held their breath.
“Okay, Mr. Ivanov, but my fee is a little steeper,” she stated. “I don’t do this anymore. I’m simply the madam.”
Yeah, and a killer.
She sent those girls to their deaths.
If she was part of trafficking, she was beyond help. He’d end her for the good of the city.
“I’m good with that, Stephanie.”
They headed up the walkway, with Tessa in the shadows skirting the trees. They weren’t sure about security.
“You have to be the gun,” he whispered. “She’s a fighter. She learned to do it on the street. I can’t help.”
She got it.
Her husband was in her ear, listening to everything they were saying.
“Be careful!”
She would.
At the door, he knocked. Tessa hoped he didn’t fall over. Dimitri was pale. He looked like he was about to drop. This was taxing him.
So, she knew she’d have to handle everything.
“Watch her, she’s tricky,” he whispered, hoping she heard him from the bushes.
Tessa was ready.
She may be pregnant, but she could handle herself. Her babies were the size of tiny beans. She was good to go.
When she opened the door, she was standing there in a kimono, and she had on leather boots.
“Rough night?” she asked.
“Yes, I want the works,” he said. “Tonight is going to be all kinds of rough.”
Then she pulled a gun.
Dimitri took a step back, trying to get her to step outside so Tessa could reach her. She was about two feet from the woman, pressed to the wall.
“A gun isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Well, Dimitri, that is your name, so let’s drop the bullshit. You gave my name to the Crofts a few weeks ago. Did you think you could come here and I’d be stupid enough to fall for it?”
Oh, he’d hoped.
That wasn’t why she was pissed. Viktor had warned her. He had his suspicions confirmed. Emma and Greyson called him Mr. Ivanov when they met her. They’d never out his real name.
Well, his main alias.
She moved closer.
“Come in.”
“I really just came here for some action.”
She stepped out, and Tessa was right there. Dimitri was wearing body armor, but she was pointing at his head. If Tessa couldn’t defuse this, he was dead.
She jerked the gun.
“INSIDE.”
“Oh, Stephanie. Viktor sent me.”
Her face said it all.
“It’s over,” he stated, giving Tessa a cue. It was now or never.
Tessa moved.
She booted the woman in the midsection, and she lowered her arm. Then she backhanded her in the face, breaking her nose. It was the roundhouse kick that took her to the tile floor and sent the gun sliding.
Tessa pointed her gun at her.
“He said he wanted to come in, bitch, and I think that means now!”
“That’s so hot!” Paris said into the com.
Dimitri followed her in.
“I am sorry I doubted you, Tessa. You have been working out. You’re in better shape than Chris was. I should have hired you.”
She snorted.
Stephanie moaned.
“Handcuff her. She’s problematic.”
She did what he said, and then she grabbed her by the hair and dragged the woman kicking and screaming to the living room.
Tessa tossed her onto the couch.
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