I stare at the cameras, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. Some of my men are searching the neighborhood around Stefan’s compound to locate Claudio. They already went inside, but there was no one left. It’s like the building has been completely abandoned. Like no one was ever even there.
How he moved all his shit so fast confounds me, yet it doesn’t surprise me. That rat has always had a way of disappearing when the fire got too hot under his feet.
He probably didn’t anticipate my own consigliere sacrificing himself to let me escape.
Molly and Frank must’ve given him an earful.
My fist clenches from the thought of those animals working together. Convincing Stefan to aid me was my last resort. I don’t have any other options left.
Grumbling, I stare at the monitor as my men run around the area, searching every building they come across for a sign of Stefan, his henchmen, or the Irish. But there only seems to be civilians. Where could they be?
Back to the Irish stronghold?
Frank and Molly do not have the men to contain Stefan. He could overwhelm them, so they wouldn’t risk that. But maybe they were as desperate as I am.
The door behind me creaks, pulling me out of my thoughts as I turn my head to see who it is. Harper knocks on the wall.
I nod, and she walks farther inside, closing the door behind her. “I don’t mean to disturb you.”
I sigh. “It’s fine. I’m not getting anywhere anyway.”
I turn around again and continue to stare at the screen. Every second wasted is another where Claudio is in their clutches, probably getting tortured to reveal information. The mere thought makes me grit my teeth.
Harper’s arms wrap around my neck as she peers over my shoulder at the same screen. “What are you looking for?”
“Signs,” I reply.
“Of Claudio?”
“Anything that could lead me to him.”
I stop the footage and start it over to watch it again. Maybe I’ve overlooked something important.
She leans over my shoulder to look at the frame, squinting her eyes like she’s searching for something. As if I haven’t been staring at this same monitor for minutes on end with not so much as a sliver of a clue in sight.
Suddenly, she points at something. “There.”
“What?” I frown.
Her finger rests just beneath a small child sitting on a curb, playing with his ball. I don’t see anything peculiar about it, and I don’t get what she’s seeing.
“That’s a kid.”
“Look at what’s around his wrist,” she says.
I zoom in on the footage and spot a tiny bracelet around the child’s wrist with an emblem on it. An Irish Mafia logo.
My eyes widen as I zoom in further on the child and the bracelet to make sure my eyes aren’t betraying me. “Oh my … A lookout.”
“That’s your entry,” she says, turning her head to smile at me. “I saw that emblem everywhere when I was still with Molly. I’d recognize it anywhere.”
I grab her face and make her look at me. “You … You are fucking brilliant.”
Before she can reply, I smash my lips on hers and claim them to be mine. What would I do without this fucking girl? This fucking girl who has stolen my heart, who has forced me to see my own weaknesses. This girl who has now given me a way out.
With this, I may be able to find Claudio.
When our lips unlatch, her eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and pride. Without her help, I probably would’ve never found a clue.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You’re welcome.” A filthy smirk is on her face like she’s savoring the moment of me owing her gratitude. And I don’t blame her. I’ve treated her like shit, yelled at her, made her run, all because my needs were more important than hers.
But I realize now that she may be more to me than someone I can fuck, someone I can kiss, someone my heart wants to own. Maybe she could be more to this family than I anticipated. More than I ever dreamed of having again.
She moves away again, but I hold her hand while plucking my phone from my pocket. “Don’t go.”
I quickly ring my next lieutenant. “I’ve got a location. I want you to interrogate a kid.”
“A kid?”
“It’s a spy. I’ll text you the address. Don’t let him run.”
I exit the call and immediately text the address, leaving no time wasted. It’s paramount they get there fast. The kid could already be gone by now. The footage is already minutes old, so he could have already bolted.
Still, this is the best chance we’ve got. And it’s all thanks to this Kitten of mine who saw something no one else did.
“Come here,” I say as I pull her close until she falls onto my lap.
Her little skirt bounces up and down, revealing an inch of her panties, and it makes my cock twitch in my pants. God, why does she have to be so fucking attractive all the fucking time? It’s like she put this on specifically for me to notice. And I can’t say I mind.
“I thought you wanted to go out there and find him?” she says.
I pet her back with the palm of my hand, secretly eyeing her bare-skinned thighs, wishing I could take a bite. “I do, but as much as I want to be out there in the field, it is safer for me to stay here and let my men do the dirty work. I can’t let Claudio’s sacrifice be in vain.”
She leans into my hand, almost as if she’s searching for more attention, more validation that she does own my heart. So I grab her chin and make her lean down, pressing a sweet, succulent kiss onto her lips that seals the deal.
“I don’t just want to stay alive for the family, Kitten …” I murmur under a thick, lusty breath. “I want to stay alive for you.”
Harper
My heart skips a beat when he says those words.
He wants to stay alive for me.
It’s not just an admission of the fact that I’m important to him … but also that he’s important to me. And even though I know in my heart, in my head, I don’t want to lose him, I still can’t say it out loud.
I can’t say out loud that I need him.
Instead, I press a soft, delicate kiss to the side of his lips while under his watchful gaze. A fire rages in his eyes as he’s tormented by his duty, his obligation to his men, while simultaneously acknowledging how powerful and important he is. No one can lose him. Not even me. And it eats away at him slowly, causing him unbearable anger. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it from his tented pants, his cock straining with untamed lust. Like a frenzy he wants to release so badly but refuses to let go.
So I lower myself down from his lap until my knees hit the floor. My hands glide up his lap to his zipper, which I slide down slowly as I gaze into his eyes. He doesn’t look away. Not even as I open his belt and pop down his button along with his boxer shorts. His hard dick springs out immediately, capturing my attention.
My mouth waters at the sight.
I lick my lips and settle between his legs, but he grabs my face. “You don’t have to, Kitten.”
With a smirk, I touch the tip with my tongue. “But I want to.”
When I sink down over his head, he groans with delight and stops protesting. It’s easy to persuade a man when his cock is in your mouth.
My tongue swivels back and forth across the head, applying ample spit to lubricate it as I dip down lower and lower. My pussy gets wetter by the second, spurred on by the feel of his cock against the roof of my mouth. His head tilts back as he moans, his thighs clenching from the lust building up inside him. And the way his cock bounces in my mouth makes me feel powerful.
I could bring this man, this mobster who rules a whole Mafia family, to his knees if I wanted to. I hold his very fucking heart in my hand. And something about that is just pure ecstasy to my wicked soul.
I take him deeper and deeper, licking and sucking his cock until pre-cum begins to drip out, leaving a salty taste on my tongue. His hands find their way to my head, pushing down farther and farther, taking control of the motions.
“Yes, that’s it, Kitten,” he groans.
After taking one second to breathe, I say, “I like it when you talk dirty to me.”
He raises a brow as I circle around his cock. “Do you now?” A smirk forms on his lips as he grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him. “Lick me like you mean it then.”
And he shoves me back onto his dick with no remorse, like only a true mobster would, pulling me over his head like he’s jerking himself off on my mouth. And I love every second of it. That’s how depraved I am. How filthy I’ve gotten since he took me in and made me his.
And when he grabs my face with both hands and plunges in deep, my pussy clenches with desire.
“That’s right. Take it deep like the filthy slut you are,” he says through gritted teeth. “Choke on my fucking cock.”
I normally never used to like it when men called me names.
But when he says it, it has a different ring to it.
Like I’m not just any kind of girl he can fuck.
I’m not just any slut … I am his slut and only for him.
So I let him fuck my face because I like how it makes him feel, how the look on his face changes from pure exhaustion to pure, unadulterated masculinity, bursting with greed and power. But what I love the most is how it makes me weak in the knees and so ready to be fucked into oblivion.
“Touch yourself,” he says, shoving my head over his shaft again and again. “Show me how badly you want it, Kitten.”
I do what he says, sliding my hand underneath my skirt where my panties are soaking wet. I touch myself through the fabric, but Marcello’s disapproving sounds make me part them aside and slip my finger between my wet folds.
“Show me. Pull up your skirt,” he growls.
I do what he asks, revealing my dripping pussy. The feel of my fingers against my clit makes me moan as he pushes into my mouth so deep I gag.
“Fuck. Choke on my dick, you slutty Kitten.”
The way he buries himself inside me, leaving nothing but gasps for me to breathe on, makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. I flick my clit as fast as I can, pussy juices flowing freely down my thighs. I’m delirious with need and overcome with lewdness. It’s immoral, honestly. I wasn’t raised this way. But I sure as hell want to stay this way.
“Deeper, deeper, Kitten,” he groans, shoving me down until my lips hit the base. The tip pushes up against the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and I cough as he pulls out again. “Good girl.”
His words hit me hard.
And when he plows back in, I flick my clit until I’m ready to combust.
“Come with my dick inside your throat,” he says with a commanding voice. “I want to see your eyes roll into the back of your head as I bury myself inside your pretty little mouth.”
His words push me over the edge.
Moaning out loud, I fall apart through the rippling orgasmic waves. And he pulls me by my hair, only to slam me right back onto his cock. He roars out loud, and warm, salty liquid spurts into the back of my throat.
“Swallow it like the slut you are,” he groans, completely unhinged by the sexual energy between us as he comes and comes and comes. And I gulp it all down as best as I can until every last drop has been expelled, and he drags himself out of my mouth.
He holds on to my face, saying, “Now clean me, Kitten.”
I don’t know why it’s so sexy when he says it the way he does. And why I’m beginning to like how he degrades me. Because I do stick my tongue out and lick him from top to bottom until he’s clean, swallowing down every last drop.
After he’s caught his breath, he tilts up my chin and makes me look at him. “Good girl. You make me very, very happy.”
Why that makes me smile confuses me, but it does. His words do something to my fucked-up heart. They make me yearn, make me melt. I’ve never felt anything like that for anyone before, let alone a mobster.
But his final words truly seal the deal for me. “Without you, I would be nothing.”
I get up from the floor, licking my lips to prepare for a kiss. But suddenly, I’m very light-headed, and my head is woozy as my vision turns black. And before I know it, I fall to the ground, unconscious.
