Morally Ambiguous: A Dark Mafia Romance (Morally Questionable Book 4)

by Veronica Lancet

  "Church?"

  "I'd mostly forgotten all about it, but there was this lady that always came by to inspect the children. For the longest time I thought she was with the Red Cross because she would also give us physical exams," he explains and I'm intrigued to see where this is going.

  At the same time, I feel Sisi smile under my palm, her hand reaching out for my cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive spot right under the head.

  I hiss, shooting her a warning glance, but she doesn't comply.

  She pushes me back into her body, clenching her walls at the same time and holding me captive in the tightest place I've ever been.

  My body starts sweating profusely as I try my best not to come then and there, the orgasm almost rolling off me.

  "Right," I reply, and this time my voice definitely sounds off.

  "But now I realize she was from the church. And right after our last physical exam, we were taken from the orphanage and to Miles' facility."

  "You think that lady might have had something to do with it?" I ask, my mind tuning in to his words, but my body a slave to Sisi's.

  "It might be a lead. I've been trying to track her down since I found the picture, but I thought you'd have more luck," he says and I grunt.

  "I'll see what I can do," I reply, quickly thanking him and telling him I'll keep him in the loop.

  I quickly end the call, turning my attention to my little minx. Hand off her mouth, she's now grinning at me as she grinds her pelvis, slowly fucking herself on my cock.

  "You're wicked," she whispers.

  I'm already so close and after holding off my release for so long, there's only one place where I'd like to come.

  Pulling out of her, I take a step back.

  "On your knees, hell girl," I command her and she dares to bat her eyelashes at me.

  "Is that so?" she asks on a soft mew, undulating her body towards me.

  "Now, brat," I grit, my voice thick, my balls aching for relief.

  Sin incarnate, she moves her body like she's giving me my own personal show. Hopping off the table, she lowers herself to her knees, my cock twitching as she wets her lips with her tongue.

  "You don't know how to take orders, do you?" I grip her jaw, gazing down at her.

  "Hmm," she hums, leaning into me until her cheek grazes the underside of my cock. She moves slowly, her tongue sneaking out to lick the head before opening wide to take me deep inside.

  "Fuck," I mutter as she sucks the tip, her tongue playing with the slit.

  One second with her pretty mouth on me and I'm already going crazy. Hand tightly wrapped in her hair, I force myself deeper into her mouth, thrusting until my cock hits the back of her throat.

  She gags, spit dribbling down her chin, tears at the corner of her eyes as I fuck her mouth just like I did her pussy.

  Like an animal.

  Eyes on me, her hands are on my ass as she holds herself still, relaxing her throat to welcome me as deep as she can. Still, her lips are only halfway around my cock.

  I feel my balls contract, my release nearing. I pull her head back a little, only the tip remaining in her mouth, more spit accumulating around her mouth and down my cock.

  And fuck if I've seen anything hotter.

  "Don't swallow." I tell her, her big, tear-streaked eyes looking at me in confusion. She nods, her face achingly innocent and angelic, yet I know what lies beneath the surface.

  Sin. My sin.

  Her lips wrapped around the head, I fist my cock, stroking myself until spurts of cum shoot into her waiting mouth.

  Like the obedient girl she is—this time—she doesn't swallow.

  "Show me how you take my seed, hell girl," I prompt her, stroking her cheek, "let me see my cum on your tongue."

  My dick falls from her lips, and I watch in fascination as she opens her mouth to show me her tongue, cum coating the entire surface with some dripping down the sides of her face.

  She looks so thoroughly fucked—and marked—that I can't help the way my heart swells in my chest.

  Dropping to my knees next to her, because there's no way I'd ever make her kneel for me if I weren't ready to do the same, I wrap an arm around her waist, bringing her close to my chest.

  My hand moves up her neck as I reach her mouth, my thumb gathering the errant cum from around her lips and pushing it back where it belongs.

  "Perfect. So fucking perfect," I whisper, searing the image of her like this in my mind.

  Her eyes crinkle around the corners as she gives me a saucy smile. Her mouth closing, she sucks her cheeks in as she's churning the cum in her mouth, mixing it with her saliva before parting her lips again, showing me the bubbles on the surface of her tongue, and the way she's playing with it.

  "Fuck, hell girl," I rasp, feeling myself growing hard again.

  She winks at me, closing her mouth again and swallowing loudly.

  "Delicious," she leans in to whisper.

  From instinct alone, I grab her by the throat, taking her mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on her lips and loving the way we're always one.

  "I can't believe you fucked me on a plane," she giggles, standing up on wobbly feet and going to look into the small bag she'd packed at the house.

  "You know killing sprees open my appetite," I joke and she shakes her head at me.

  Rummaging through her back, she pulls up a long sundress, easily slipping it over her head and tying the belt around the waist.

  I pull myself together, standing up and zipping up my pants. My gaze still strays to her, and I can't help but admire her beauty, the yellow of the dress only serving to accentuate her stunning complexion, the shape showing off her waist and her hourglass figure.

  "No," she crosses her arms over her chest. "We're not doing this again. This is the only piece of clothing I have left, and you're not ripping this apart too," she presses her lips together, shaking her head at me.

  "Sisi," I groan, though I know she's right. I need to get a hold on myself.

  "Don't you have other things to do?" She asks, coming over and picking up my phone. "The photo Nero sent," she explains as she unlocks the phone.

  "Shit, I forgot," I mutter, realizing her presence is too intoxicating. She makes me lose track of everything but her.

  I join her as she opens up the gallery to search for the picture. Her brows are pinched as she scrolls through a lot of pictures of her—sleeping, eating, walking, thinking. I have a snapshot of everything she does.

  She looks up, raising an eyebrow at me and I shrug, giving her a sheepish smile, unashamed at being caught stalking her.

  "I can't help it if you're too damn pretty for your own good," I tell her.

  "How come I've never seen you take these?" she continues to scroll through at least another hundred pictures of her—in the garden, in the city, in the bathtub or in bed. I made sure I caught her in every state.

  There's this sick need inside of me to have her with me every fucking second. I have a hard time standing still even when she uses the bathroom. And she knows this too since I've prohibited her from ever showering alone.

  But inevitably there are moments when we can't always be together, and so I quench my thirst for her the only way I can—by staring at her pictures.

  Fuck, but I'm gone.

  "I wouldn't be me if you saw me take them," I wink at her.

  A smile plays on her lips and she doesn't seem in the least offended that I seem to have a shrine dedicated to her on my phone. If anything, she seems to preen under the attention as she scrolls through more pictures.

  "Wait..." she frowns as she reaches some older pictures. I groan when I realize which ones she's looking at.

  "You were watching me," she whispers.

  "I had Seth send me pictures of you up until I went to Peru since there was no connection there," I explain, and I swear her eyes look glossy with unshed tears.

  "Why?" she utters that one question so softly and my heart breaks again for what I put her thr
ough.

  "I couldn't stay away," I admit, "but I couldn't come close either. I knew that the moment I was within walking distance from you I would throw all caution to the wind and come get you," I sigh as I remember the torment I'd withstood knowing her far away from me.

  It had been the worst time in my life, and knowing what I do now about my time with Miles, that's saying a lot.

  "Vlad..." she shakes her head, raising her gaze to meet mine and I'm baffled by how much emotion I find in those gorgeous eyes of hers. "I'm here now," she whispers softly, lifting herself up on her tiptoes to lay a chaste kiss on my cheek. "with you."

  "You are," I close my eyes, reveling in her nearness. "And that's why I'm never letting you go. There's something wrong with me, Sisi," I admit, "because I can't not be with you. There's a sickness in here," I take her hand and point it to my head, before lowering it to my heart, "and here. It's making me go insane just thinking of a minute without you. It's so extreme sometimes I can barely sleep, needing to make sure you're next to me," I take a deep breath, opening my eyes to see her watching me closely.

  "If you're sick then so am I, Vlad," her melodious voice is the only thing that can soothe the voice inside of me, and as she speaks, her hand caressing my cheek, her eyes full of love, I can't help it as I give myself completely to her. "Because I can't be without you either."

  "Fuck, Sisi," I mutter, hugging her, "I'm glad you're not mad at my collection," I say, trying to add a little levity to the heavy conversation.

  "Mad? I'm only mad that I didn't know, because now I want my own of you," she smiles against my chest.

  I kiss the top of her head, taking the phone and opening the received folder that she hadn't looked at.

  "Here," I say as I pull up the photo, frowning a little.

  The picture has a grayish tinge to it, making the background of the orphanage seem even more haunted and forlorn. There is an old manor in the back, a few columns at the entrance. On the porch, a woman with two boys is posing for the camera.

  The woman is sitting stiffly between the boys while they smile jovially, holding tightly to a small present wrapped in colored paper.

  "That..." Sisi trails off, squinting to get a better view of the picture. "That's Mother Superior. I'm sure of it. But how?" She shakes her head. "She's not wearing her habit," she notes and I nod.

  I've seen enough fucked up shit in this world that nothing phases me anymore. The fact that Mother Superior might have been some type of scout certainly wasn't something I'd anticipated, but I'm not surprised. More than anything, I'm pissed that I'm only finding out now.

  "It is Mother Superior," I agree grimly. "And that complicates things."

  Because if Mother Superior is in any way involved, then this shit has been going on right under my nose.

  "But if she's involved," Sisi looks up at me, her brows furrowed as she's working out all the implications.

  "If she's involved, then Sacre Coeur is involved. And if Sacre Coeur is involved," my lips stretch in a thin line, "then the five families are involved."

  "We know Miles approached my father, but the others? Did you ever suspect?"

  "I did. And I looked through everyone's accounts. The Russians were guilty from the get go and I got the confirmation of their involvement already. But the Italians?" I shake my head, moving to our seats and taking out my laptop.

  "I looked through all the accounts I could find, and none had sent any payments to any off-shore I could link with Miles. I've certainly tracked all their other transactions. But Miles?" I shake my head.

  "What does that mean, then?" Sisi bites her lip worriedly.

  "It means it's much bigger than we thought. And much bigger than just those experiments," I purse my lips, endless possibilities stretching before me. "We need to talk to your brother," I add grimly.

  "Damn," Sisi mutters.

  "Sacre Coeur sponsors another five orphanages," I pull up a document, and Sisi leans in, scrunching up her nose as she reads through the contents.

  "So they've been feeding children into Miles' program," she notes before suddenly going still, her eyes widening. "Vlad," her hand reaches out to grab on to my shirt.

  "What? What is it?"

  "I just remembered something. And I think you're right. This is much bigger than we anticipated," she says, her lips trembling slightly.

  "What is it?"

  "It's a very vague memory, but I can't have been more than three maybe four years old. But I remember being taken to the hospital for some tests. I wasn't the only one. All the kids in my class were taken too." She recounts and I have a hard time controlling myself thinking about anyone laying even a finger on my Sisi.

  "Fuck," I mutter, incensed that something of this magnitude could have escaped me.

  "But there's more. I never understood what happened, but kids went missing all the time at Sacre Coeur. I remember just wondering why no one cared about them. After they disappeared, no one even spoke their names again. It was like they didn't even exist," she says, telling me about some who she'd known personally.

  Without even thinking, I bring her to my chest, my arms tight around her as I realize how close she'd been to danger.

  Fuck!

  Sacre Coeur won't get away with this. Especially since I'd already vowed to see the people who hurt my Sisi punished.

  "We'll figure it out, hell girl," I speak against her hair.

  One glance at my watch and I realize we must be nearing the airport soon, so I tell Sisi to get ready for landing.

  But just as I'm about to put my stuff away, the plane suddenly dips, a small explosion sounding from the west wing.

  What?

  I barely have time to regain my equilibrium as I grab Sisi's hand, making sure she's always by my side.

  The plane keeps on teetering, loud noises coming from the engine. Using the intercom, I contact the pilot.

  "I think something hit the left engine, sir," the pilot mumbles.

  My hand still wrapped around Sisi, I tug her after me as I look out the window towards the left engine.

  "Vlad... that's..." Sisi's eyes widen as she looks at the flames coming from the engine.

  "I think we got hit," I say grimly, cursing out. "I didn't realize they'd be in such a hurry to get rid of me," I add drily.

  "We're going down, aren't we?" She asks, and I turn to her, impressed that she's not freaking out, yelling, or worse, fainting on me.

  No, she's just watching the fire coming from the broken engine, her face serene.

  "We are," I reply.

  Without wasting another minute, I pull open the compartment housing parachutes, quickly making sure everything is in order before putting the vest and everything on me.

  "Come here, hell girl," I beckon her, strapping her tightly to my front. "We're going down alright, but we're not dying today," I tell her confidently.

  Once the parachute is secure around my back, and Sisi's safely strapped to me, I push the safety door aside, air whooshing in from the high altitude.

  The plane is wobbly trying to regain balance, but even so the decrease in altitude is visible, and I know it won't make it without the second engine for too long.

  "Ready?" I ask her, and she simply nods, her eyes full of trust.

  With no other preliminaries, we just jump.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  "I can't believe they tried to shoot down our plane," I shake my head, taking the harness off.

  The trip down had actually been exhilarating, and at no point had I been worried about my life, or anything, really. I knew Vlad would get us out of there and that he'd know exactly what to do. My trust is firmly placed in him.

  And he hadn't disappointed. No, he'd actually made everything fun. From the moment we'd jumped, he'd tried to distract me from the distance to the ground by keeping my attention on him, offering up silly jokes and trying his best to make me laugh so I forget the situation we're in.

  If that's not sweet, then I don't know what i
s.

  But that's just Vlad. My sweet killer.

  Throwing the gear to the ground, I turn to look at him, surprised he's not replying.

  He has an ominous expression on his face as he watches the plane going down in the distance.

  "Vlad?"

  "They dared," he starts, a deep rumble that has the hairs on my body stand up, "they fucking dared to endanger your life. Again," he seethes, an aura of danger unlike any other emanating from him. "I'm going to end them," he states, blinking twice before his features are back to normal.

  "Yes, you will," I tell him, grabbing his hand in mine, "but first we should get home before we get another attempt on our lives," I add playfully, but he's not smiling.

  "We're going straight to your brother's. We need to fix this mess before something worse happens," he says.

  "He's going to kill us," I mutter, but Vlad doesn't seem to mind that.

  "I'll deal with Marcello. He'll probably throw a few punches and then we'll be able to talk. But since I'm even more of a pariah than before, I'll need his help to figure this out," he sighs, rolling his eyes.

  "Really?" I tilt my head to look at him. "Who told you to start this bloody war with the Russians? Should I remind you that you provoked them by sending them the heads of their men via mail?"

  "I provoked them?" He sounds offended as he mutters something under his breath. "I merely played a little with them, looking to confirm my suspicions about their involvement. Which ended up being true, so it's not like I was wrong," he shrugs.

  "But you still started it."

  "Did I? Maybe they were going to attack me anyway since they certainly didn't like me being so nosy," he shrugs, mentioning the warehouse incident where the leaders of all the East Coast Bratvas had banded together to try to kill him.

  Alas, he'd just proven to them that he's not killable.

  Not by a human, anyway.

  "Vlad," I purse my lips at him, amusement threatening to spill over. "Just admit that you wanted to kill them in the first place," I say and I watch a small blush envelop his features.

  "Maybe," he looks away, and I can't help myself as I raise myself on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.