Nicklas: The Vendetta Brotherhood Book One: Social Rejects Syndicate

by CR Robertson

  “Get a crew together. We’re taking a road trip tonight.” It was time to eliminate the target that Xavier had marked. An extra few along the way wouldn’t do any harm.

  I could feel Sofia’s gaze boring into my back, but I refused to turn around. There was no way that anyone could ever see what she meant to me. Silas had known what my foster parents meant and killed them without hesitation. A world without Sofia in it was too painful to imagine.

  His people had left a trail of misery in their wake that night, assassinating the guys who’d been my friends and their families. I had been the only survivor. Dark memories accosted me; I stormed out of the kitchen and into my office, grabbing a bottle of scotch from the shelf. The liquid burned going down, but I relished the sensation.

  A few minutes later, the door opened, and Sofia’s hands landed on my waist, her forehead pressed to my spine between my shoulders. She tended to do that when I stood at the window in my room.

  “Do you need to talk?”

  I threw the glass at the hearth, and she jumped when it shattered, but she never released me. Most women would run a mile when I was in this dark mood.

  “We don’t have to go on Friday night.”

  She blamed herself for everything, and now she was trying to take the blame for my shitty mood.

  “It’s not about Tropicana, Princess. Sometimes my mood is dark. You want me, this is part of me.”

  She moved around in front of me. Her chin rested on my chest so she could stare up at me. My fists were clenched at my sides. “Anything I can do to help?”

  She shouldn’t tempt me… I glared down at her, my jaw tight and body rigid.

  Without a word, she walked away, and I felt my heart sink. Everyone always left me in the end. The click of the lock made my ears twitch to attention. Footsteps sounded behind me as she moved around the room. Curiosity got the better of me, so I turned around. There she was lying naked on my huge sofa that I slept on when I drank too much scotch.

  I pursed my lips to stop the smile that had formed.

  “You said next time I came in here that I should be naked. Here I am.”

  My eyebrow arched up. “I’m still in a pissy mood.” Sofia laid there like a sacrifice, waiting for a monster to come along and consume every piece of her. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Too pissed off to have sex?” Her huge innocent eyes belied the vixen who rubbed her clit.

  My dick strained against my zip as he tried to beat his way out to get to her. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  “Can too much sex kill someone?” she queried, rolling onto her back so she could widen her legs.

  The sight was too much for me. I trailed my shirt over my head and toed my shoes off. My jeans hit the floor in a crumpled mess, and I crawled between her legs. “You need any warming up?”

  She shook her head and gave me that smile that made me do stupid things. Like always give into this seductress. I groaned when I seated myself to the hilt with one thrust, and her hands rested on my ass, holding me deep in her core. She was soaking wet and ready to go, enveloping me in her welcoming heat.

  “God, you feel amazing when you’re in a bad mood.” She wiggled her hips and pulled me as deep as she could get me. “I need you to take me hard, since you’re all growly.”

  I rolled my eyes at her and leaned down to suck her earlobe into my mouth, biting down gently. “Since when did you start ordering me around in the bedroom?”

  “We aren’t in the bedroom,” she pointed out like a smartass.

  This woman made my blood boil and my dick as hard as a rock. I pulled out of her slowly, feeling her fluids lubricate me until only my tip remained. Without warning, I rammed myself back in until I was balls deep.

  “Mmmm…” Sofia moaned. “Harder, Nicklas. I want to feel you even when you’re gone.”

  This was why she was perfect for me. Sofia never backed down, she never walked away. She met me head-on and challenged me. I let the beast that constantly clawed at my insides out. She opened her soft body to me and let me drain all my darkness into her. She never once complained when I lost control like this, my hands pinning her wrists as I rode her hard. Gone was the timid virgin, and in her place was the only woman who could be my equal.

  She stared up at me with those huge chocolate brown eyes and never once complained. Her legs wrapped around my hips to cling to me. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, tempting me to taste them. I never once broke eye contact when I dipped down to suck on her nipple.

  I groaned and rolled over, wrapping my arm around her to stop her from falling off the sofa. “Ride me,” I ordered, lavishing attention on her breasts.

  Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she rose and fell. Even when her pussy clamped around me and she collapsed on me, I was still hard. This was the curse of my dark moods; when I was aroused, I could last for hours.

  I lifted her by the ass, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her back hit the wall, and she whimpered when I started to thrust into her hard again. She clung to me; her ankles locked at the base of my spine.

  When they saw this side of me, women ran. Not Sofia. She rode the storm with me, her body clenching every so often as she found another release. I took her on my desk, the rug in front of the hearth, and over the sofa. She never complained, giving my beast the release he needed. Eventually, my balls tightened, and wildfire shot down my spine as I erupted deep inside her.

  “Nicklas!” she screamed at the same time, her pussy gripping me as she milked me.

  Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, and her chest rose and fell. I wanted to feel ashamed, but it was relief that bloomed inside me. She’d seen my darkness and hadn’t run.

  “This happen often?” she asked, trailing her fingers through my hair.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Only when the past decides to haunt me.”

  “Feel better?”

  “Mmmm-hmm.” I sucked her hard nipple again because I didn’t want to talk about my emotions.

  “Can we go on Friday night?” She blasted me with that fucking smile that rendered me an idiot.

  “What’s it worth?” I teased. There was no way I would be able to say no to her.

  “Blow job?”

  “Got one of those this morning,” I pointed out. She’d woken me with her mouth around my dick and my balls in her hand. They seemed to belong there most days anyway, since she decided to invade my life.

  “True,” she pouted. “I can offer you a one-off pass to whatever you desire, and I guarantee I won’t say no.”

  She was everything I desired, only she could never know that. Knowledge like that left you weak and vulnerable. “I’ll keep that offer in my back pocket. You never know when you might need it.”

  Her brow wrinkled in a frown when she saw all the sticky residue on her. “How do you have so much cum? It’s everywhere.”

  “Hmmm.” I stepped up behind her, my hands tracing over her stomach. “You look good wearing my cum.”

  “I hope it has the skin benefits everyone reports,” she muttered.

  I slapped her ass and went in search of my clothes. My mood had definitely improved.

  It sank into darkness again that night when we arrived to complete our job. The target was inside, talking to four other men. One of them I would recognise anywhere.

  Mario.

  So much for being dead.

  I never trusted he was dead because she didn’t see his body. The fucker was probably hoping that when they kidnapped Sofia, he could be her knight in shining armour and save her. Then he would claim the ultimate prize—her.

  Tough shit, she belonged to me now and there was no way I was giving her up. I spent several nights lying awake, trying to think of ways of how I could keep her here with me in Cuba forever. They needed good architects over here, and she was nearly finished with her degree. I listened to their conversation as if I was in that room, Kris’ communication devices sending us a direct feed.r />
  “I know she’s on this fucking island somewhere. Her father trusts that little fucker enough to let him into his home.” Mario trailed his fingers through his hair.

  Our target laughed. “He trusted you there as well. Did he know you had the hots for one of his daughters? Why didn’t you just tap that source when you were protecting its ass?”

  “His daughters are sacrosanct. Catarina has no problem using her mouth or her ass, but her pussy is off the menu unless there is a ring on her finger. Lucrezia has been mooning over his nephew’s friend for years. Sofia has always been the innocent one. I doubt she’d know what to do with an erect dick if she came across one.”

  I wanted to laugh out loud. She definitely knew what to do with my erect penis. I left her sleeping and curled up in my bed after another session when I went to get dressed in black for our outing tonight. She was no longer the ‘innocent one’ of her family. If Lucas ever found Catarina’s guard with his dick up her ass, he would be a eunuch in two seconds flat.

  It made my prospects look practically sunny in comparison.

  The target, Colin Davidson, wandered through the house and I followed him outside window by window. “I fucking hate this country and its toilets,” he shouted, slamming the door and stalking outside. “You even have to pay for the fucking toilet paper when you take a shit in the public toilets.”

  He was so busy ranting on about the primitive toilets that he never saw me coming.

  Killing didn’t need to be bloody, it didn’t even have to look like murder. People fell all the time and broke their necks. This place was a disaster waiting to happen with all the holes that had never been filled in. There were times that I thought I would breathe my last breath, as a bullet flew toward my head. That fate had avoided me ten years ago, but you never knew when it would come around again.

  There was one thing I did know. I never wanted to be found with my trousers around my ankles and my dick in my hand. Cling film around his face cut off his air. It would look like a heart attack, especially if he was outside jacking off.

  He tried to struggle, but I was behind him and his air supply was limited.

  “Xavier Bartholomew sends his regards,” I said into his ear as he started to spasm. “Have a nice trip.”

  I positioned the body on his back, eyes staring vacantly at the sky while holding his tiny dick.

  The Council would never know it wasn’t natural causes, and it gave me a few more days to decide how to deal with the Mario problem.

  There was no way he was getting anywhere near my Sofia.

  He was a dead man walking. The hand of death had marked him, and he was now on borrowed time.

  ***

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sofia

  Butterflies fluttered frantically in my chest while I admired my outfit in the mirror. I never had the confidence to try eye makeup like Catarina before. Dark Kohl pencil lined my eyes, and thick mascara made them look huge. I didn’t have much in my bag when I ran, just the basics for my eyes and deep red lipstick.

  My dress had a black halter neck top and purple flared skirt that reached to just above my knees. It showed off my assets without making me look frumpy. I loved it from the moment I saw it on the day Nicklas had taken me shopping.

  Nicklas wandered into the room with his head down, fiddling with a cufflink at his left wrist. He wore black trousers and a black button-down shirt. His hair was slightly longer than it had been a few weeks ago when I arrived and now contained a curl at the top.

  I took his wrist and fixed his cufflink. Papa always asked me to fix his.

  Nicklas stiffened, his expression guarded when I glanced up.

  “What?”

  He shook his head, before his eyes moved back to look at his hand in mine. “Just thinking that every man in that place will be looking at you. Maybe I should bring my gun…”

  “Stop teasing…” I nudged him with my hip on my way past to find a pair of sandals.

  Nicklas’ hand caught mine. “Seriously, Sofia, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

  “Sometimes it feels like you’re the only one who’s ever seen me,” I whispered.

  His grip tightened, and I knew he heard me. Nicklas owned all the power in this relationship. I didn’t have the skills and seductive techniques of my sister, or the experience of the other girls at university. All I had to share with him was my heart and soul. He possessed both without me ever telling him. I desperately tried not to react when his arms slipped around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my messy curls that Benita helped me create.

  “I will always see you, baby. From the first moment you limped into that hallway, I’ve seen you.”

  I rested back against his chest and closed my eyes. “What happens next?”

  “We’re going to Tropicana.”

  That wasn’t what I meant. “Nicklas…”

  He sighed and released me, moving to stand in front of me. His fingers gripped my chin to tilt it back. “I told you that if I claimed you, you’d be mine. There is no wondering what happens next, Sofia. You’re mine, now and always.”

  My heart couldn’t decide whether to race or skip a beat. The intensity in his stare said he was telling the truth.

  “Papa will be pissed.”

  His lips twitched. “Then he shouldn’t have sent his little lamb into the wolf’s den.”

  I stretched my arms up around his neck to draw his head down toward mine. “You’re a brave man.”

  “I would kiss you, but I want to see those red lips around my dick later.”

  A month ago, I would have blushed furiously if someone said that to me. Now, I wanted to sink to my knees in submission. Mama had been right all those years ago—when you found the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, you just knew.

  I tugged him down until our lips almost met. “You better behave then.”

  He bounced his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe I’ll show everyone who you belong to and take what’s mine in public.”

  My lips ghosted against his before I released him and went in search of my sandals. My clothes were still in my own room, but we spent most nights in Nicklas’ room as it had a safe room built into it and was better positioned in the house for protection.

  “I’m gonna head down,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Give me a few minutes and follow me.”

  This part of our relationship killed me and twisted my stomach into knots. Outside this room we were little more than strangers. Inside, he was everything to me. It didn’t help to know that it was for my own safety. I wanted to walk down when all those girls who roamed around were at the estate and stake my claim. I needed to sit on his lap the way some of those girls did with the other men and kiss him.

  After shoving my feet into my sandals, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. For years, I thought I was in love with Mario. It took less than a month to blow those feelings out of existence. What I felt for Nicklas was real, and sometimes I could barely breathe when he went on one of his trips with his team.

  Over the years, members of Papa’s security teams disappeared with no explanation and no one ever talked about them again. I didn’t want that to happen to Nicklas. He was the toughest man I’d met, killing those men for trying to abduct Benita and me.

  I’d fallen harder than I thought possible, had given more of myself than I meant to, and handed the power to Nicklas to destroy me. He said I belonged to him, but it felt like a one-way street and that terrified me.

  “Nicklas said to hurry your ass up since we’re all ready.”

  I glanced up to find Benita waiting at the door.

  “He’s being a grumpy ass,” I muttered, grabbing the small, sequined bag that I had bought impulsively at the market. It felt like a lifetime ago.

  Benita sat in the back of Nicklas’ car and chatted excitedly on our way there. The outside was like something from an old Hollywood movie, with a sweeping driveway and statues ill
uminated by different coloured lights. A marble fountain depicting naked dancing women was lit by an alternating-coloured light display in the middle of the garden.

  Nicklas and Sam walked past the queues of people and wandered inside as if they owned the place. Benita clung to my arm; her eyes wide as she took everything in. The entrance was highlighted with arches of lights leading us into a massive neon green Tropicana sign.

  In my mind, I envisaged the Wham song and beaches. What met me inside wasn’t anything like I expected. There was no roof and trees grew in different locations around the auditorium. A three-tier stage had vines growing down it and a massive sign stating ‘TROPICANA’ above it. A waitress showed us to our tables where I recognised most of the men from around the estate.

  Bottles of Havana Club rum were set on the tables and cans of Ciego Montero TuKola beside them. Other glasses with rum cocktails appeared not long after we were seated. Nicklas had orchestrated me sitting beside him without batting an eye, his hand on the bottom of my spine wordlessly guiding me to my seat.

  He casually sat beside me, talking to Alvaro. Some men openly stared at me with interest, the women regarded me as if I was a new life form. I pretended to ignore them, thankful for my long hair being loose, allowing it to fall forward over my face.

  When I arrived in Cuba, my Spanish was a bit rusty and the speed of their speech left me grabbing onto words to try to understand what they were saying. After nearly a month of constantly listening, I had become adept at understanding what was happening around me.

  I sipped my cocktail and silently took in my surroundings, including the conversations. One of the girls opposite us touched Nicklas’ hand on the table and my back stiffened. He ignored her and continued to talk to the man beside him, moving his hand away from her touch.

  No one knew that he was mine, and jealousy burned deep in my chest, ready to erupt in a fountain of molten lava. I wanted to trail her away from our table by the hair and claw her eyes out for the way she looked at him from under her false lashes.

  To alleviate my anger, I turned away from the table in the pretence of watching the people filtering in. A man in a blue shirt approached our table; he stopped beside me and asked if I wanted a drink in Spanish, even though our table was filled with bottles of rum and glasses.