Chapter 8
Leon
Her toes curl and her back lifts off the bed with the strength of her orgasm. She moans around my cock, snapping the last threads of my sanity.
I need to be inside her.
I barely let her ride out her release before pulling my cock out of her mouth and lifting her up. Her lips are swollen and red, and I don’t resist reaching to kiss her. She molds into my touch. I turn us so that my back faces the bed and lie us down with her on top of me.
Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I quickly roll it over my still-hard cock. My hands grab her ass and grind her against me, rubbing her juices over my length.
“Y-yes, Leon…” she whimpers, while she grinds on me.
It feels so fucking good, but I still need to get inside her.
I use one hand to lift her hips and the other to line up my cock with her slit.
She lowers just an inch, letting the tip of my cock stretch her, and I already see stars.
She lets out a soft gasp as she lowers one more inch.
Her pussy soaks my cock, and her tight, wet heat feels like fucking heaven.
Another inch and I’m losing my fucking mind. It’s too little and too much all at the same time. So I dig my fingers into her hips before bottoming out inside of her.
Her shocked scream is temporary, replaced by her bouncing on my cock within seconds.
Those delectable tits are right in my face, jumping up and down with the movements.
Her eyes are closed with pleasure, her bottom lip a victim of her teeth, and her pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock.
I splay my hands over her ass cheeks, unable to fully cover them, which makes me feral.
I use the grip to pump into her from below, burying myself deep inside of her.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as she clenches me even harder, obviously close to coming again. Why does she feel so fucking good?
“Shit, you’re tight. Jebemu mater.”
“L-Leon… I’m co…” She doesn’t finish the sentence before shivers wrack her body and my cock gets caged into a trap woven by God himself.
On a loud groan, I pull her to me, digging my teeth into her shoulder. Her skin prickles with goosebumps, and I spill into her, my vision turning dark.
My cock twitches as the last waves of my release subside and she sinks onto me, our chests heaving in sync.
Her frantic heartbeat matches mine and, for a second, I’m not a man who recently lost his father, whose brother is missing.
I’m just a man who wants to stay in bed with her. To do this over and over again.
We stay like that until our breathing settles. I wish to tell her to stay, but as soon as she gets off me, she begins dressing.
“Oh.” She lifts her dress in the air, realizing it’s turned into scraps.
“I’ll give you a shirt. Come over here for a second.” I’m not done. I still want to feel her body under my fingers and inhale her addictive scent.
“I really need to get going.” Her eyes turn from hooded to alert, almost panicky. “Where’s my phone? I need to get a ride.”
Getting up, I place my hands on her upper arms and force her to look at me. “I’ll do that. Let me grab you a shirt, and then I’ll call you a ride. Okay?”
She swallows, her bright blue eyes staring at me. “Okay.”
I return from the walk-in closet with one of my freshly pressed shirts.
She reaches her hand out to take it. “Thanks,” she says, buttoning the shirt over her captivating body. The hem of it hits her mid-thigh and, fuck, she looks good. “I’ll wash this and bring it back to the casino.”
“No need, keep it.” I like the idea of her having my shirt, maybe wearing it around the house. I try to imagine what her house looks like but come up short. “That means you’ll be back at the casino?”
She slips her heels on and starts for the door. I rush to pull my boxers on. “I’m a poker player, aren’t I?” She glances back at me, shooting me a smirk.
“Right.” My stomach clenches, seeing her walk away once again.
“I guess I’ll see you around.” She takes a step toward the elevator, but I wrap my hand around her forearm, turning her back to me.
“Wh…” she attempts to say, but I shut her up with a kiss.
She hums into my mouth, and I slip my hands behind her ears, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. She returns the kiss tenfold. Our lips separate eventually, leaving us both panting. Her blue eyes are wide and vulnerable for a moment before she slips her confident mask back on.
Without another word, she walks away, my eyes stuck to her retreating form. Persephone takes up half of the sectional, so I make myself comfortable on the other side. I sip my drink, my other hand petting her absentmindedly.
This girl, Alex, is a mystery. She’s so fucking responsive, but apprehensive. Her body opens so completely, but I have a feeling the rest of her is safely hidden. Her answers are vague at best, dishonest at worst.
Persephone places her head on my thigh, which is her favorite place, and my lips turn up. She’s not a cuddly dog. She’s cold and distrustful of everyone who isn’t me, including my brother. This was something she started doing when my father died, giving me some much-needed comfort.
Fuck, maybe I should have taken Hades, Luka’s dog and Persephone’s brother, once Luka went missing.
But I couldn’t bear having the reminder that I lost everyone right here in front of me.
My mom died while birthing Luka, my dad died just a few months ago, and now my only remaining family member is missing.
I place the empty glass on the table, running a hand through my hair.
Hades is definitely happier with Danica, Luka’s housekeeper, who acted like his second owner, than he would be here.
He and Persephone can barely stand each other.
My phone pings with a text somewhere inside the apartment, so I get up to search for it. I find it in the discarded jacket on the floor of my hallway.
Andre
Different address this time.
“Fuck,” I mutter out to no one but myself. I already had my suspicions about Alex giving a false address, but this just about confirmed it. Instead of just driving her home, maybe next time I’ll have him follow her. Which reminds me.
I find Dom’s contact on my phone and click on the green headset. It’s after one am, but he’s surely still at the casino.
“Da?” he asks in Croatian.
“I need you to look into someone. A woman named Alex Young. I need everything you can get on her.”
“Sure thing. I’ll get right on that.”
Whatever she’s hiding, I’ll find out.
After spending half of the day dealing with miscellaneous shit while the security feed plays on my computer, I’m currently in my upstairs office.
My desk is a mess of crime scene photos from the night when Luka went missing.
Typically, we handle this shit ourselves, but I needed the forensic research only the police have, so we called them in.
Not like they’re not in our pockets, anyway.
“As you can see,” Officer Williams clears his throat. “There were two bodies in t-the dungeon.”
I’m well aware of it, considering I was there, but I let him say his piece.
Officer Williams is in his fifties, and he’s been working with us ever since his wife got cancer and his paycheck couldn’t cover a tenth of the medical costs for her therapy.
His mustache is gray and thick, unlike his hair, which is holding on by a thread.
“The bodies were identified as Toma Petrovic and Goran Lukicic,” he butchers the Croatian names, making me wince, but once again, he shares nothing new.
Toma was my uncle, and Goran was his bodyguard.
After our father’s death, Uncle tried to push Luka and me out of the family business and take over.
He was a whining man-child who thought we owed him things just because we were related by blood.
He also caused a rift between our men, forcing us to play nice and give in to his silly demands.
I can hardly say I’m sorry he’s dead. But I am sorry for sticking to what I thought was best, while Luka was adamant that we stick to our own.
“Blood samples from the crime scene found one more match,” Williams continues, “Marko Antunovic, whose body was found in a car outside of the club.”
Marko was an enforcer who worked with me for years. The sight of his dead body crammed into the trunk of a car is a little harder to stomach.
“But that’s not all. We also found other traces of blood; these ones older.”
I already know who that belongs to. An enforcer of my uncle’s, who my brother killed in a fit of passionate rage. Because he went and fell in love with a girl we kidnapped. A girl whose father was to blame for our father’s death. I rub a hand over my face. “Did you figure out anything else?”
“We found traces of semen and some female hair. We have no match for either of them.”
I roll my eyes because none of this is useful. The hair belongs to Sophie, the girl we kidnapped, and the semen belongs to my idiot brother.
“We haven’t got much further on the message, either,” Williams shares, nervously fidgeting his fingers.
He’s talking about the message left in blood on the dead body of my uncle.
Too late. It won’t mean much to the cops because it was meant for me.
I’m the one who was late. The Russians warned us before.
They warned us to return the daughter of their accomplice, and now they have taken my brother as revenge.
“Fuck,” my fist connects with my desk, rattling the papers and making Williams wince. “Have you found anything else?”
“They were killed with two different guns, both found at the crime scene, and both wiped clean.”
One more thing I already knew. Both guns were Glock 17s, the same make we typically use, with 9 millimeter bullets. Out of my safe, I take out the stack of bills and toss him two grand for the worthless info I’ve received. “Thank you anyway.”
He starts collecting the photos, but I place my palm on top of them. “I’m keeping these.”
“S-sure. Of course. I’ll let you get to it.” He dips his head and leaves my office in a rush, Dom escorting him out.
My face drops to my hands, and I let out a loud sigh. What the fuck am I missing? Russians are regular mobsters, just like us. Our work is messy; we’re not detailed like professional killers. Even so, there’s no trace of them ever being inside of the dungeon.
Dom’s ugly face peeks into my office. “Your friend is here.”
My eyebrow rises.
“The woman you had me look into? She’s here. At a poker table.”
My ears immediately perk up. “Did you find out anything about her?”
“Not much. Her name is most likely fake.” He shrugs.
What the hell is she hiding? “Keep digging.”
“I will. Going downstairs?”
“I think I’m going to stay here for a while.” Fucking her again while I know she’s hiding something would be a stupid decision, but I can’t force myself to move even further away from where I know she’s sitting. So I wait for Dom to exit my office and pull up the security feed.