The sound of my cell phone ringing on the nightstand woke me from my sleep. I rolled to answer it and frowned when I saw it was only 5am. I knew that someone calling me at this time would be for something important, but it didn’t stop me cursing under my breath. I got so little time with Alana these days, I resented any intrusion into it.
Picking up my cell, I saw Anton DeLuca’s name flashing on the screen. He and his team were still looking for Lucia’s ex-boyfriend, Blake Fielding. He had been on the missing list since he’d assaulted Alana almost four weeks earlier, and I was completely stumped as to how some punk from Chicago could evade some of my best soldiers. I could have got Jax onto the case, but we were both tied up dealing with the Ortegas.
‘You’d better have something for me,’ I hissed as I pressed the phone to my ear. Alana turned in her sleep and draped an arm over my stomach.
‘Who is it?’ she mumbled.
‘Just work, princess,’ I said softly as I covered the mouthpiece. ‘Go back to sleep.’
‘We’ve found him, Boss,’ Anton said.
‘About fucking time,’ I replied as I slipped out of bed and pulled on my sweatpants. I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me, waiting until I was out of Alana’s earshot until I spoke again. ‘Now, bring the motherfucker here to me so I can deal with him.’
‘That’s going to pretty difficult, Boss. He’s already dead. He’s just been chiseled out of a cement block and is on his way to the morgue as we speak.’
‘What?’ I snapped as I walked down the stairs and headed to my office.
‘That’s the reason we haven’t been able to find him. He was part of the foundations of a new apartment building in Chicago.’
I stepped into my office and sat at my desk. ‘What the fuck? How long has he been there? And how the fuck did you find him then?’
‘The cement was poured two days after Blake was in L.A, so he must have come straight back to Chicago. He’d obviously upset someone else too, because he was supposed to be down there forever. It would have been the fucking perfect crime. Except that there was a problem with the way the foundation was laying, so they dug part of it out to reset it and found a little more than they bargained for. We’ve had feelers out all over Chicago looking for this prick, so as soon as they identified it was him, someone let us know.’
‘And it’s definitely him?’
‘Yep.’
‘Fuck! Any idea who wanted him dead?’
‘Other than you, Boss. No. It seems he didn’t have many friends, but he didn’t have any real enemies either. Not that we’ve been made aware of, at least none that would have gone to these lengths.’
‘Who are the construction company?’
‘Lambert and Hall. They’re a local Chicago firm. Completely legit. We’ve spoken to the foreman and we’re meeting the CEO later. But, there seems to be no connection to Fielding and the company.’
‘But someone must have had access to that site when the concrete was being poured?’
‘I know. It doesn’t make any sense, Boss.’
‘No,’ I frowned as I held the phone to my ear with one hand and fired up my laptop with other. ‘At least that Cabrón is dead, anyway.’
‘Yeah,’ Anton agreed.
‘Now get yourselves back to L.A as soon as possible. We have plenty of trouble to deal with here that I could use yours and your teams help with.’
‘Will do, Boss. We’ll be back as soon as we can.’
‘Good. And nice work, Anton.’
‘Thanks, Boss.’
Two hours later, I was frowning at my laptop screen when Alana walked into my office carrying a tray. The smell of coffee and freshly baked croissants filled the room and my stomach growled in appreciation.
She was dressed in one of my t-shirts, and from the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric, not much else.
‘Buenos Dias, princesa,’ I smiled at her. Despite spending the last two hours on the phone and computer, giving myself a headache and trying to juggle business and deal with the Ortega family, being around her always made me feel lighter. I knew that I’d been neglecting her these past few weeks. I’d spent far more time working than at home and I missed spending time with her.
‘You were up super early this morning. I thought you might like some breakfast?’ she said as she put the tray on my desk.
‘Smells delicious. Gracias, princesa,’ I replied as I pushed back my chair and stared at her while she poured two cups of hot coffee.
‘Cream?’ she asked, seemingly entirely innocently as she held up the small white jug.
‘Really?’ I grinned at her.
‘What?’
‘Come here,’ I held out my hand and she put the jug back on the tray and walked around the desk to me. As soon as she was close enough I pulled her onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I ran my nose along her collarbone and up her throat. Even the smell of her skin made my cock twitch to life. ‘Why do you always smell so fucking incredible?’
‘I smell of sex, and you,’ she groaned as she tilted her head back for me, allowing me easier access to kiss her neck.
‘Like I said, incredible!’
She laughed softly. ‘I need a shower. And I didn’t mean to distract you from your work. I know you’re busy.’
‘You didn’t, huh?’
‘No,’ she smiled sweetly.
‘But you do realize how dangerous it is to come into my office, half naked and offer me some cream, Alana?’ I growled.
She gasped softly and then started to giggle. ‘I didn’t mean that. I meant for your coffee.’
‘I know exactly what you meant, you sex crazed nympho,’ I said as I trailed kisses along her throat. I slid my hand up the outside of her thigh and squeezed her ass. For the first time ever, I was relieved she was wearing panties, because if she hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from lifting her onto my desk and fucking her.
‘I’m expecting a call soon, and I need to take it. So, do you think you can sit and eat some breakfast with me, without driving me to distraction?’
‘I’ll try my best,’ she purred in my ear.
I had meant that she should go and sit on the other chair, but she remained on my lap as she leaned forward and pulled our coffees closer to us. I closed my eyes and groaned as I realized that I couldn’t bear to ask her to move.
‘Would you like some jelly on your croissant?’ she asked.
‘Please,’ I licked my lips and she wriggled forward again as she took the croissants and split one open.
My cock twitched and throbbed every time she moved. Who was I kidding? There was no way she was leaving this office without my cum dripping out of her.
‘Are you done?’ I asked with a flash of one eyebrow as she moved on my lap, doing everything so damn slowly.
‘Almost,’ she giggled.
‘Do you have to move your ass that much just to spread jelly?’ I groaned.
‘Yeah. You have to work the jelly in. So that all of the pastry is coated in its sweet, sticky goodness.’
‘Jesus, princess,’ I growled. I didn’t know if she was doing this on purpose, or I was just so fucking turned on, everything she said and did looked like it belonged in a porn film.
‘Done,’ she said as she turned to face me and sucked her finger clean with a wet pop. I groaned out loud. I couldn’t take any more.
‘What?’ she asked, all wide eyed, as though she couldn’t feel my raging boner pressing into her ass.
‘Take off the panties. Take out my cock and get yourself onto it. Now,’ I hissed.
Her eyes darkened with desire. ‘I thought we were just having breakfast?’ she whispered.
Fuck! She really didn’t have a clue what she did to me.
‘I said now, Alana!’
She stood up and slid off her panties, placing them on my desk before she straddled me, pushing down my sweatpants and freeing my weeping cock before sliding herself onto it easily. Her pussy was slick and hot and I groaned as she sank deeper, until there was nowhere left for her to go. Her feet couldn’t quite reach the floor so she had little leverage to work herself up and down. She clenched her walls around me instead as she rolled her hips over mine.
‘If you weren’t in here hoping for sex, why are you so wet, princess?’ I growled.
‘I never said I wasn’t hoping for sex. But you said we were just having breakfast. Besides, I’ve spent the last five minutes with your cock twitching against my ass, of course I’m wet,’ she breathed as she stared into my eyes and squeezed me tighter.
‘Fuck!’ I hissed, pulling my t-shirt she was wearing up and over her head before throwing it onto the floor. I grabbed her by the hips and shifted her closer to me so I could suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth while one hand slid down to her clit.
‘Oh! Alex!’ she groaned just as my cell started ringing on my desk.
‘Fuck!’ I snarled as I reached for it. I pressed the phone to my ear with one hand, and wrapped my free arm around her waist to try and hold her still against me.
‘Hey, Neo. I appreciate you calling me so early,’ I said as Alana kept on rolling herself over me and grinding herself on my cock. Neo Lopez was the newly appointed head of our Chicago operations and I wanted to speak to him about reaching out to every contact he had to find out more about Blake Fielding, and the Lambert Hall Construction company.
I sucked in a breath as Alana squeezed her pussy around me and I shot her a look of warning. Her cheeks flushed pink and she stopped rolling her hips at least.
‘No problem at all, Boss. What do you need from me?’
‘I’ve sent you a link to a newspaper article …’ I hissed as Alana’s pussy continued squeezing me hard. And then I watched with a mixture of surprise, horror and desire as she slid one of her hands between her thighs and started rubbing her clit. Fuck, she was going to come and she was going to take me with her.
I moved the phone away from my face. ‘Don’t you dare,’ I whispered in her ear.
She bit her lip and nodded, but she kept on going anyway – driving me crazy.
‘You okay, Boss?’ Neo asked.
I cleared my throat. ‘Yeah. Just dealing with something,’ I stifled a groan. ‘So …The article … Find out everything you can about the body that was found … and the construction company.’ I sucked in another breath as I felt Alana’s cream dripping down my cock. ‘Okay? Nothing heavy handed. The company might be nothing to do with it.’
‘Okay. I’ll get on it. No problem. I wanted a quick word about something while I’ve got you. Is this a good time?’
No, it’s fucking not, Neo. My wife is currently riding my cock and she’s about to make me blow my load in her. ‘If you can make it real quick,’ I snapped instead.
I tried to concentrate as Neo told me about some problems he’d been having with some of our competitors and asking for the best way to handle it. I appreciated he was new, and I also appreciated that he kept me in the loop, but I paid him to handle these things himself – by any means necessary.
Alana was on the edge. I could feel her body trembling. She stopped rubbing her clit and sat completely still, but it was already too late. Her eyelids fluttered and her cheeks flushed bright pink. I put my free hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into my neck as I felt her orgasm rippling through her body. She moaned into me as she milked my cock with her hungry little squeezes, until I felt like I was going to get a nosebleed from trying to hold off coming inside her.
‘I trust you to sort it any way you need to, Neo,’ I managed to say.
‘Thanks, Boss. It was good to …’
I ended the call and threw my phone onto my desk. Wrapping Alana’s hair around my fist, I pulled her head up and she moaned out loud as her body kept on trembling.
‘Did you just come when I told you not to, princess?’ I growled as I wrapped my other arm around her waist, standing up and planting her on my desk so she was lying on her back, and allowing me the perfect angle to rail into her with everything I had.
‘Alex,’ she groaned as I fucked her and it wasn’t long before I was filling her with my cum.
I pressed my forehead against hers and we both panted for breath. ‘I can’t believe you just did that. Now, Neo Lopez has heard you come and I’m going to have to kill him.’
‘What?’ she blinked at me. ‘No! You can’t do that. I was quiet. He didn’t hear me.’
I started laughing as I pulled out of her and sat back on my chair, pulling her with me so she was sitting on my lap again. ‘I’m kidding,’ I said as I brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. ‘And you were very quiet.’
Her hands flew to her cheeks and she blushed. ‘Oh, God. Do you think he did hear me?’
‘No. I would have ended the call if you’d started screaming,’ I smiled at her. ‘I wouldn’t let anyone hear you come, princess.’
‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold on,’ she said as she bit her lip. ‘I did try.’
‘I know you did. That’s why I’m not spanking that beautiful ass right now,’ I grinned at her.
‘Well, I do enjoy your spankings.’
‘I know.’
‘Especially over your desk,’ she shivered and I couldn’t help laugh.
‘Maybe later, princess. Right now, I need to tell you something.’
‘What? Is everything okay?’ she stared at me.
‘You know I’ve been looking for Blake Fielding?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, my men found him this morning. He’s dead.’
‘Oh,’ her hand flew to her mouth. ‘Who? How?’
‘I don’t know. But that’s what my call was about. I’m going to find out.’
‘Do you think Lucia is danger?’
‘No more than we already knew about,’ I said as I kissed her forehead. ‘I’ll speak to her when she gets out of bed later.’
‘Poor Lucia. I wonder how she’ll take it. I know she wasn’t his biggest fan, but he is her baby’s father.’
‘Well, we’ll find out when I tell her. Now how about we actually eat this breakfast you made us before we go take a shower.’
‘Sounds good to me,’ she said reaching for her panties.
I snatched them off my desk before she could take them and stuffed them into my pocket. ‘I think I’ll keep hold of these.’
‘But, I have to walk back through the house, and your cum is dripping down my thighs,’ she whispered.
‘Well, if you had done as you were told like a good girl and not made yourself come while I was on the phone to my associate, I’d have given you your panties back. But you didn’t. So they’re mine now.’
‘You’re the devil,’ she hissed as she grabbed my t-shirt from the floor and slipped that on instead.
‘You’d better believe it, princess.’
It was another two hours before I was finally dressed and ready to leave to go to the hotel. I had fucked Alana in the shower, and then again in our bed, promising her that I’d make more time for her as soon as soon as work calmed down – and for me that meant as soon as this shit with the Ortega firm was over with.
They’d been making small, stupid moves, trying to get us in trouble with the licensing board and sending their goons in to start fights in our clubs and hotel bars. Nothing that we hadn’t stamped out immediately, but it made me wonder if they were just distracting us while they got ready to make their big move. My father and my uncles usually handled the dirtier side of our business, but they were all getting older now. The youngest of them being my uncle Carlos, but at forty-eight, even he wasn’t as on top of his game as he used to be.
So, everything was slowly being handed over to me. Not that I hadn’t expected it. But I enjoyed the actual business side of things more than the bloodshed. Although I was used to both. Between the ages of eighteen to twenty-three, I had worked with my uncles as the family enforcer.
However, my father and I had soon realized that my head for business was much more valuable than my aptitude for violence. We had an army of guys who could dole out beatings and punishments, but there was only really me and my father who could see the bigger picture. That was when he’d made me the CEO of Montoya International, and I’d become somewhat more legitimate and it suited me fine. I still had to use brute force and outright fear when the occasion called for it, but at least half of the time, I got to solve problems with my head.
I felt like that was slipping away from me now though and I was getting dragged more and more into the murkier side of our business. My family’s money was made in the arms and drugs trade. It was a business that was dangerous and unpredictable, and one I hoped to be rid of entirely one day. Montoya International was a billion dollar company. We no longer needed the trade from our illegitimate earnings. But that was the side of the business that was the hardest to break free from, and it was the side which the Ortegas were trying to get a piece of.
I knew that it was only a matter of time before I needed to consider a pre-emptive strike, even as I dreaded dragging my family into any kind of turf war. Six months ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about making that choice. But now that I had Alana to think of, decisions like that weren’t so easy. I used to feel like I was invincible, but perhaps I was just reckless? Because the thought of putting her in harms way, of losing her, was unthinkable.
I suddenly saw what my father had meant about love being dangerous, because a man with something to lose, always had a weak spot – and there was no doubt that she was mine.
