Not wanting to leave Kiara in Chicago, I brought her with me to LA for the meeting with the Priesthood.
The men were kind enough to postpone the meeting by a week, so I could deal with Jimmy’s funeral.
With Declan and his team guarding Kiara at the hotel we’ll spend the night, I head to the high-end bar where the Priesthood always meets.
Entering the private room reserved for us, the scent of leather and power fills the air. These meetings are primarily for us all to touch base.
The other heads are already seated around the table, and sitting down, I say, “Sorry, I’m late. I had to drop Kiara off at the hotel.”
Luca lets out a chuckle. “So, it’s true? You’re settling down?”
Nodding, the corner of my mouth lifts. “Yes.”
“You’re the last person I expected to fall for a woman,” Nikolas comments.
“Makes two of us.”
Gabriel just offers me half a smile. Out of the entire group gathered here, he’s the quiet one. I might not be a people person, but Gabriel takes it to a whole new level.
Although fighting alongside him, when we helped Nikolas take care of the Sicilians, has created a bond between us. He had my back, and I had his.
A server takes our orders, and while we wait for the drinks, Viktor asks, “Any word on Finn?”
I shake my head. “Not yet, but I’ll find him soon.” I can feel it in my bones.
“Need help?” Luca asks.
“No, I’m handling it.” This is personal and something I have to do myself.
After the server brings our drinks, and the door shuts behind him, Luca clears his throat. He always takes lead of the meetings. “Anyone has a problem they want to raise?”
We all shake our heads, but then Viktor chuckles. “Rosalie’s a wild one. Any tips on how to tame a woman?”
Gabriel makes a gruff sound in his throat. “We killed her grandfather and uncle. Doubt any tips will help.”
“Are you keeping her?” Nikolas asks.
Viktor nods. “Can’t exactly throw her out on her ass.”
I don’t miss the possessive look in his eyes.
Yeah, there’s no way he’ll ever let the girl go.
“Any actual business to discuss?” Gabriel asks, checking the time on his Rolex.
“I’m sending out shipments of weapons tomorrow to Seattle and Chicago. They’re bound for Canada,” Luca gestures at Nikolas. “Make sure the trucks reach the border.”
“Will do,” I murmur. Gabriel just nods.
Luca asks about each member’s business dealings, then leans back in his chair. “I’m going to Italy for six months. The Albanians are moving into my territory.” He nods at Viktor. “If you can’t get a hold of me, call Viktor.”
“You need help?” Nikolas asks.
“No, the Italian mafia will handle them.”
The conversation turns away from business, and we enjoy our drinks, socializing, and just relaxing for a while.
Viktor finishes the last of his vodka, then rises to his feet, signaling the meeting has come to an end. “I need to get back before Rosalie sets my house on fire.”
Chuckling, I get up, buttoning my jacket. “So, no meeting in three months?”
Luca nods. “We’ll meet once I’m back.”
We all leave the room, an urgency to get back to Kiara, making me walk faster.
My phone starts ringing, and pulling it out of my pocket, I answer, “Liam.”
“What is this I’m hearin’ of you and Finn?” My father snaps.
“None of your fucking business,” I growl into the device. I haven’t heard from the man in almost a year, and I definitely don’t have time for him now.
“You will leave him alone. Gemma’s not happy.”
I let out a dark chuckle. “You think I care what your wife thinks? Stay out of my business.”
“Don’t make me come back there,” he threatens.
Stopping by the hired vehicle, my body vibrates with anger. “Set foot on my turf, and you’ll get the same treatment as Finn. The family no longer belongs to you. You turned your fucking back on us for that woman, now live with the consequences.”
Finally, getting to tell the man how I feel, is liberating. He’s never been a father to me. A fucking nanny raised me. He was only interested in me for one thing, and that was grooming a soldier to take over the mafia.
“You’re turnin’ your back on me?” he barks, rage packing his voice pitch.
“You turned your back on me long ago. I’m just repaying the favor.” Done with this conversation, I mutter, “Chicago belongs to me. If I ever see you again, you’ll be looking down the barrel of my Glock.”
I end the call, and placing my hand on the car’s roof, I take deep breaths to calm the rage boiling inside of me.
It’s done. Now he knows exactly how I feel, and I get to put it behind me.
When I get back to the suite at the hotel, I find Kiara watching a cooking show while Declan and the other men are stuffing their faces with fried chicken.
“Enjoying yourselves?” I ask as I take off my jacket, my shoulders still tense from the conversation with Owen Byrne.
I refuse to think of him as my father any longer.
Kiara climbs to her feet, and coming to me, she wraps her arms around my waist, giving me a hug.
“Yes,” Waylon mumbles around a mouthful.
I press a kiss to Kiara’s hair. “Ready for bed?”
She nods, and as we walk to the bedroom, she says, “Night, guys.”
They all pause to say goodnight before digging into the food again.
Stepping into the bedroom, I shut the door. Kiara takes hold of my hand, and pulling me to the bed, she says, “Did the meeting go well?”
“Yes.”
She motions for me to sit down, which I do. When I give her a questioning look, she asks, “Why do you look upset?”
Not wanting to rehash the phone call, I shake my head. “Nothing.”
Nodding, she kneels between my thighs. “Let me help you blow off some steam.”
I let out a chuckle. “Yeah?”
She gives me a mischievous smile. “Take off your shirt.”
I like where this is going.
While I’m undoing the buttons, Kiara takes off my belt. Unbuttoning the suit pants, and pulling down the zipper, she tugs at the fabric. I lift my ass so she can drag the pants off me.
When she has me naked, she settles between my thighs again, and having her kneel before me, does something to my insides.
Jesus, she’s so beautiful.
Her fingers wrap around my cock, and she begins to stroke me. I’ve given myself handjobs, but none of them felt half as good as having her hand on me.
“You going to get naked, baby?”
She shakes her head, then her lips part, and before I can process what she’s doing, she sucks me into her mouth.
Jesus Christ.
I have to brace myself with a hand on the bed. Unable to control my body, my ass lifts, and I thrust deeper. “Fuck,” I grind out between clenched teeth as Kiara goes to work on my cock, sucking the ever-loving fuck out of me.
Her eyes lift to mine, her lips stretched around my girth, and the sight has me losing all control. Grabbing hold of her hair with my other hand, I start to thrust harder. Her throat grips my cock on each stroke, and within seconds, I unravel.
Jesus.
There’s no stopping myself as I come hard, my ass clenched, my cock pulsing. My vision goes black, every muscle in my body straining as she sucks me dry.
Breathless and paralyzed, I slump back on the bed. Kiara licks my shaft, her tongue twirls around the sensitive head, then she stands up and leans over me. “Good?”
“Jesus,” I gasp for air. “Under…statement.”
A proud smile curves her swollen lips. I lift my arm, wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, and yank her down on top of me. My mouth takes hers, and tasting my orgasm on her tongue, I fear I’ll never regain control of myself when it comes to this woman.
She fucking owns me.
She’s all I need in this life.
She’s all I’ll ever need.
Rolling her over onto her back, my hands hungrily explore her body, the kiss downright dirty as I dominate her.
Just the way my woman loves it.
