Taking Over the Dark (High Stakes Syndicate #2)

Chapter 39

THIRTY-NINE

NASH

Willow just called and filled me in on all the things she figured out while being held captive by the Russians. She said Andrei completely abandoned Zamir’s dad once the shit with Willow and Sonny hit the fan, and that pissed the guys that were guarding them off.

Noah and Arben went through Agron’s phone after Zamir knocked him out. They found the mass text message he sent out as a last-ditch effort to take us out, instructing his men to take us out at the stadium.

? * He ordered a kill on his kid and still was dumb enough to show up here expecting that kid to forgive him.

It’s fucking comedy at this point.

Marcello carried Agron’s passed-out form into the operating room, and Vin sent everyone who came out to help home.

Seeing all the people who dropped everything they were doing to come and help us when we needed it was heartwarming. But then again, they don’t have an option when the person calling on them is Marcello Barone.

I can’t even picture what life is going to be like without running from someone constantly.

The peace that’s waiting for us is within an arm’s reach, and the last person standing between that and the four of us is Agron.

Ellie and I are back in Marcello’s office, and the mirror is up on Doc’s end of the window, so he can’t see in here. This means neither can Marcello, nor Zamir, as they stand over a medically knocked-out Agron.

They’re about to harvest every organ from him, and Haisley will be on a plane delivering them all over the country in a couple of hours.

I’m looking at all of them through the window as Ellie comes and straddles my lap, pulling my attention to her. “Are you doing better now, Big Boy?”

“I think I’m getting there.” I give her a smile that usually fools people, but it never works for Mi Amor .

She grabs the sides of my face, holding me steady. “Tell me.”

My hands land on her hips. “What if now that all this action and fun is over, you get bored of me—or us—and leave?” I hate how desperate that sounds, but I can’t handle this life without her.

Without any of them.

“I’m not going anywhere, Nash. I promise you that. All three of you are stuck with me.” She smiles down at me, and it warms my body from the inside out. This is all I can ever ask for is her happiness.

She starts to kiss me gently at first, but it’s quickly becoming heated, and I hear the door to the office crack open. That doesn’t stop her; if anything, I think it pushes her on. She starts to grind her hips into my quickly hardening cock.

Marcello whistles. “Does the harvesting turn you two sick fucks on?” I spin us around to look at him, and dear god, the smile on that man takes my breath away anytime he lets it come out. Then he adds, “Because it sure as shit does me.”

We have to be the sickest people around, but I can feel the sexual tension in the air. We’re about to fuck in here while Zamir’s dad’s organs are being pulled from his body.

How cathartic.

Marcello grabs the back of Z’s neck, pulling him into his lips. I sit and watch them for a minute, appreciating the way Zamir submits to Marcello so willingly. His body melts into Marcello like he’s been craving him for too long.

Ellie slides off my legs and grabs my shorts and boxers, pulling them down my legs. “These slutty little shorts have been teasing me all day.”

She is not joking.

Anytime I walked by her, I would either get catcalled or my ass was getting slapped, but I won’t say I hate the attention… It’s one of my favorite things she does.

Zamir practically whines, “Please tell me you have lube in here somewhere.”

“Of course I do. What do you take me as? A rookie?!”

Zamir just smiles, and Marcello drags him over to the wall in front of us. He takes Z’s pants off of him and bends him over, making him touch his toes. Marcello’s back is against the wall, and he’s spreading Zamir open.

“Fuck yes, Marcello. Thank you for the view.” I bite my lip at the sight of Zamir’s hole, open and on display for me.

Marcello grabs the bottle of lube from the shelf beside him, and I internally chuckle that this man has fucking lube on a shelf in his office. But knowing him, he probably uses it to jack off when he’s here.

Ellie sucks my cock into her mouth without warning, and I hiss at the contact. I’m already way too sensitive for all of this, and adding to the view is Ellie on her knees for me. Looking up at me with those beautiful, deep sea-blue eyes with a mouth full of my cock.

Nothing will ever top this.

Marcello drops some lube on Zamir’s ass, and I hear Marcello’s belt buckle and zipper coming undone. They hit his ankles, and that pierced cock of his bounces free. Z sucks Marcello into his mouth as Marcello breaches his tight ass with his two fingers, not even warming him up to one first.

I know Zamir loves the pain when it comes to sex, and it makes me happy that he can get that from Marcello.

Ellie pops off my cock to strip out of her leggings and straddles me again. I’m holding her up with one hand around her ass and running my fingers through her slit. I hum and shove two into her. She’s squeezing them, pulling me in, begging for more. “This cunt is soaking wet, Ellie. Is this all from sucking my cock?”

* ? Rambo (Last Blood) (feat. The Weeknd) - Bryson Tiller, The Weeknd