Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
MARCELLO
Noah steps forward. “I’ve found evidence that they would’ve had no clue about anything that went on with Agron and Andrei working together.”
We were about to start questioning them, but Arben speaks up, “I dropped that file where you would see it when we landed.”
? * Noah wonders outloud, “That was behind one of the best defenses I’ve seen in a while.” His eyes narrow, probably wondering how Arben is trained so well.
“I knew you were good enough to break through it, and you did,” is all Arben responds with, and I don’t mind him being a man of few words. When he does speak, you know it’s essential.
Ellie shuts it down quickly. “Okay, enough of the circle jerking. We did plenty of that the other night.” I look past her to smile down at Zamir and Nash because we sure as hell did.
Zamir speaks up again, “I need to know what’s been going on in Chicago because shit has clearly hit the fan, and Dad’s off his rocker.” I see the wince on Alex’s face, then Zamir adds, “Shit, obviously, you know that my piece of shit father killed yours…”
“We would’ve had to kill him too. They’re both too far gone. Vito was a sick man in the head, and they’re making this a hell of a lot easier to clean our syndicate out. There’s no one left back at home. They brought everyone out here with them, and I’m pretty sure that crazy mother fucker just took the rest of them out.” Vin would normally take offense to that, but he’s just smiling proudly at Alex.
“He doesn’t get to have all that fun normally… you just picked the wrong day to try shit,” I inform them.
But he’s quick to correct me. “They picked the wrong day. It didn’t have anything to do with us.”
“Seriously, what does Agron want from us?” Ellie asks them in an exhausted tone, which makes me want to scoop her up and take her to bed so she can get the rest she needs.
“First and foremost, he doesn’t want to see Zamir happy, and that’s exactly what he’s been since he’s found Ellie and Nash. All of you were just the additional happiness he didn’t know he needed.” Alex smiles genuinely at Zamir before he continues. “It all started after that game. All the kissy-kissy in the endzone with Nash and then looking up at the stands, blowing kisses to Ellie. The camera panned over right on her face, and it was over from there. There was no way to stop him. Even my dad couldn’t talk any sense into him.”
“I don’t understand parents who don’t want anything but the best for their children, but then again, I do. That’s exactly how my mother was, but in a more conniving way.” I can tell everything with Zamir’s dad is making her think about her own mother and how a parent could cause harm to their kid.
That’s how mafia families work, especially if you leave or try to. You’re never really out of this life, and it will haunt you until it eventually swallows you up to your death.
So, my motto has always been to lean into it and use the money, power, and status to do as much good as possible.
Nash asks, “So why Andrei, and how did they get into contact with one another?” That question shouldn’t have me smiling but it does. I’m so goddamn proud of him. He was so fucking scared and timid when we first got ahold of him, and now he’s at the table asking questions that we really could use the answers to.
Alex answers Nash without hesitation, “The Russians have always been into trafficking, and Vito had his contact if they ever got desperate enough or needed something that other leaders would never cross the lines and do.” He pauses, looking pained. “Vito and Agron have been planning your takedown for a while, Zamir, but you stayed quiet out here. We were compiling the evidence and planning to take my father out, and I think one of the guards we foolishly trusted went behind our backs and told him our plan. That’s when I called you, letting you know he was here in Vegas. They knew having Ellie around would, in turn, bring them even closer to being able to take down Marcello’s empire, too.”
And that right there is my biggest fear. I knew this would put Ellie in danger of being used as a pawn for someone’s gain.
Noah cuts in, “Come with me, Arben, let’s go and try to figure out where this piece of shit is.”
They’re up and heading to Noah’s hacker cave down the hall. I need them to find Agron. I don’t want his slimy ass in my goddamn city anymore.
It’s all hitting Zamir as he explains, “I feel like I should be shocked by all of this, but I’m not in the slightest. I knew he hated that I left and got out of the life, but I never would have thought he would come after me and my loved ones like this. He has, and he will continue to, clearly. He sent his incompetent fuckers to the practice facility trying to kill Nash and me a couple of hours ago.”
Alex nods, agreeing, and I ask him, “Who’s side are you on, Alex? And can we trust you to take over in Chicago when we kill Agron?”
I need to know if he’s with us or against us. I’m fucking tired of these people coming after us nonstop, but that’s never truly going to end when I’m running one of the biggest cities that’s known for it’s gambling, sex, and drugs.
Alex assures me, “You can trust me with Chicago, Marcello. I’m not stupid enough to make you an enemy, and if you have Zamir’s love and approval, then you have mine as well.”
I tell Zamir, “Go through the donor list with Noah and pick out our lucky winners. Oh, and let Doc know he needs to sleep while he can, he’s about to have a full harvest tonight.”
In a gleeful tone, Zamir admits, “It does make me feel better that at least his organs will do some good, even though he did so much bad in this world…”
I stand from my chair, holding my arms out. “And that right there is why I do all this. One piece of shit human parted out to help people all over the U.S.”
Vin takes Alex to one of the spare rooms, locks him in there, and tells Noah to do the same with Arben once they’re finished for the night.
Only Nash and Ellie are left with me. “Does anyone want a drink?”
They both say “yes” simultaneously, and I’m over at the bar cart pouring whiskey for the three of us. I drop two of Ellie’s sleeping pills into each of their glasses, swirling the amber liquid around, and walking it over to them. They’re quick to down the whiskey, and I shoo them off to the bedroom.
We have to get a plan in place to find Agron, but first, I will have some fun with my favorite people.
Finally, I walk through the door of my little apartment in the warehouse and make my way to where I know Ellie and Nash will be laid out.
Our bed.
Nash is sprawled out beside her, passed the fuck out too. Their little snores are the best sounds to hear at the end of a long day like this.
Zamir walks in behind me, crossing his arms. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“My dick shouldn’t be getting hard at these ideas… but first, what does your crazy ass have planned?”
I love that he doesn’t think I’m fucked up for liking this and is always down to participate when given a chance. “Let’s get them undressed and see if they’re actually knocked out.” I know they’re out cold, but I’ll let him think that we won’t be able to have any of our brand of fun tonight.
In between the two of them are a bunch of toys and lube. I think they made a pit stop in my playroom before finally making it in here and passing out.
They better be glad they didn’t pass out in there… we could’ve had a lot more fun.
I pull Nash’s shirt off first, then his sweats and boxers quickly follow. I bend his huge legs up to the sides, and what do I see greeting me in his pretty ass?
A shiny butt plug.
“You’re welcome for that one.” Zamir takes credit for Nash being plugged, immediately knowing what I’m looking at. He’s pulling off Ellie’s crop top and sports bra much slower than I undressed Nash. “I made him put it in after practice. I figured you had something planned for tonight but never thought it would be this…”
Her tits are out and slightly spilling over, giving her the perfect side boob, and he starts to kiss down her stomach. He’s at the waistband of her plum-colored leggings, and I watch with rapt attention as Zamir slowly lowers those down her legs. Her thick thighs spilling out of them are a sight to see. The curves of her body make me want to scream. She’s all woman with those curves and silky tattooed skin. While her breathing is even, she’s still letting those soft little snores out of her parted lips.
My attention lands back on Nash. Really on the both of them side by side, entirely at our will and ready to be used. Running my hands up the back of his thighs again, appreciating the corded muscles of his hamstrings, I start to move his plug in and out of his ass, which earns me a sleepy hum of approval from Nash.
Zamir pulls her legs up to match Nash’s position and I instruct him, “Get her nice and ready for me, and I’ll do the same with your boy toy.” I can see the relief cross his face. I know he wanted to fuck Nash first, and I would never take that away from him.
He strips out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor, and I follow his lead. It’s hard enough holding their legs up, but holding them while also trying to strip out of my clothes is nearly impossible.
Zamir’s in between Ellie’s legs, eating like it’s his only job, and I get lost in the view of him enjoying her for a minute. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be okay with this.
Sharing my Ellie.
But here we are.
And I’m about to be sharing Nash too. I can’t deny that he hasn’t grown on me just as much as Ellie has. I feel so much pride when he does anything that usually would have sent him spiraling, and now he does with his head held high.
Then there’s Zamir. He’s the middle ground, the mediator, the level head of our little crew. How he stumbled upon Ellie and got this whole situation started will always shock me, but he fucking did it, thankfully.
Each of them brings something different to this relationship, and I’m so appreciative they were all open to this, even if I was the one trying to halt Zamir and Nash from giving Ellie the rest of what she needed out of partners in this life.
Smiling down at Nash’s relaxed body, I grab one of the larger plugs between them to stretch out Nash some more. The last thing I want is for him to wake up in pain after we have our way with him. I slowly pull the one that’s in him out and lube the next one up. Pressing the cool metal to his hole causes his breath to pick up, but his eyes are still sealed shut.
“You look good, Zamir, with that cock of yours in your hand, all while eating our girl. Fill that cunt up while I watch.”
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