Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pennsylvania
Dean and I sat in the chairs in front of Gideon’s desk. Once he was situated in his seat, he hit some keys on his computer and turned the screen to face me.
“See the red spots?” I nodded. “Those are all the areas I own.” He clicked away again. “The blue are Lorcan’s.”
“You clearly have more territory.” Lorcan had maybe a quarter of what Gideon did.
“Problem is, just three months ago he had nothing.”
Ah, I saw the issue. “He’s taking what’s yours—it’s some power thing, right?”
Dean interjected. “Lorcan had an older brother, Callan. He was vicious and powerful. Gideon and he had an alliance of sorts. Each stayed in their corners and they’d be fine.
But, Callan, I don’t know, got bored or whatever and started encroaching on Gideon’s territory, and he was as subtle as a bomb.
He didn’t takeover with finesse—no, he massacred Gideon’s associates. It was a dark time.”
“Damn.” I glanced at Gideon. “Lacey mentioned you may have had something to do with Callan’s death.”
“I absolutely did,” Gideon answered with conviction. “He got what he deserved. I shot him right in the head at his home on his steps. I didn’t hide it. He tried to take from me and killed my people.”
“And let me guess, when Callan was dead, you sidled into his properties and took them.”
“Yes.”
“Lorcan left Northchester; he wasn’t a huge player in his brother’s game.
And honestly, we expected some type of retaliation, but we thought it would come slower, and we’d see it a mile away.
” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “Apparently Little Anders took a page from his brother’s playbook and came in guns blazin’. ”
“So, he thought killing your brother and the rest of your entire family was a good idea?” I snorted.
Gideon sat back, his folded hands resting on his stomach. “Perhaps he knew he’d be signing his death warrant, or he thought he had enough power to take me head on. Either way, you…” He smirked. “Were an obstacle he didn’t see coming.”
It was sinking in just how serious this was and that Gideon was probably right. I’d foiled not just a plan to take over but the revenge he sought for his brother. He would hunt me and wouldn’t stop until I was dead.
“I see.” I looked at Dean, then focused on Gideon. “After last night, you know he’s just going to escalate. I mean, I don’t know much about the mafia, but I know they don’t take well to being humiliated and having a huge chunk of their soldiers mowed down.”
“Hold up.” Gideon lifted a hand. “I’m not mafia, and this isn’t some cosa nostra bullshit.”
“Okaaaaay, so what would you refer to yourself as?”
Dean chuckled. “Mafia has deep cultural roots, a strict hierarchy, things like that. We’re not that at all. I don’t work in Gideon’s organization. I’m an accountant, have my own business, my own clients. Rita, she runs a nonprofit for the homeless community.”
Gideon interrupted. “I don’t expect Owen, Matteo, or even Olivia to inherit anything I’ve built.”
That was good to hear, and I’d seen enough mafia movies to know there wasn’t often a choice—futures were decided, end of story.
“What would you refer to yourself as, then?” I was curious about his answer.
He shrugged. “Head of a powerful syndicate some would call me, others a successful businessman. Philanthropist, perhaps.”
I snorted. “I see. And Lorcan’s organization, do they have a mafia mentality?”
“No, they’re thugs. No class, no respect. They thrive on blood, money, and ownership. It’s why Callan had to be stopped and why Lorcan will be as well.”
“So why not walk right up to his door and shoot him like you did Callan?”
“Not that easy,” Dean answered. “Callan didn’t see it coming because he was cocky, believed Gideon was going to him to grovel. If he was smarter, he’d have realized his mistake. Lorcan, and I hate saying this, is smarter, always has been.”
“He’ll expect you.”
“He’ll expect anything and everything,” Gideon corrected.
Smirking, I said, “Except he wasn’t expecting me.”
Gideon’s eyes sparkled, and there was no hiding the hunger there. Fortunately, Dean didn’t pick up on it or if he did, he didn’t address it. “That’s why you have to stay here.”
I looked at him. He was serious, fear in his expression. “What happens next?”
The collective sigh they released was comical. Gideon answered my question.
“I need to keep you all here; this house is protected. Out there?” He pointed toward the window, but from the second floor I couldn’t see much aside from trees. “It’s going to be a war zone, and I can’t have you all out there and be worrying about any of you.”
“You’d worry about me?” I leaned forward and unless Dean was blind, there was no way he missed how I was leering at Gideon.
“Yes.” Gideon clenched his jaw. “I’d worry sick.”
Well, that was nice to hear. “I can’t sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Gideon. I’ll go stir-crazy.”
Gideon’s laugh was positively salacious. “Oh, I’ll figure out a way to keep you busy.”
“Okay.” Dean stood. “This part of the conversation I do not need to be here for.” He clapped my shoulder as he passed. “I’m glad you’re staying, Penn.”
Too focused on Gideon, I didn’t watch Dean leave. Gideon stood and rounded the desk, and I sat back and opened my legs wider, glad he stepped between them.
“Are you feeling stir-crazy right now?” His hands were in his pockets, straining the material of his pants and accentuating his impressive bulge.
“Madly.” I bit my lip and tentatively brushed my finger over his erection, earning a hiss.
“I wouldn’t be keeping my promise if I let you go on this way.”
“Hmm…” I slid my hands up his thighs, my thumbs brushing his cock, and stopping once I reached the button of his pants. “It would be rather rude of you.”
He didn’t remove his hands from his pockets. Not as I unsnapped his pants or pulled down his zipper. Not even when I slipped my hand in and pulled out his beautiful cock. He just watched me with his sultry obsidian eyes that sparkled with sex, sin, and everything in between.
I didn’t dare withdraw my gaze as I leaned forward and swiped across the tip, indulging in the precome that begged for my tongue. He watched every second, his hands still firmly in his pockets, even after I took him all the way in, my nose pressing against his pubic hair.
I reveled in his taste and smell and if oxygen wasn’t a requirement, I’d have happily stayed right here like this.
“Shit, Penn.”
Popping off, I met his eyes. “You want to fuck my face?”
He swallowed loudly, and I could feel his legs shaking with need.
I’d sit right here and let him use me for however long he wanted, because surrendering to a man like him was euphoric.
Maybe that was because of who he was, I didn’t know.
What I did know was that if he didn’t get his cock into my mouth, I was going to take it.
Finally, his hands left his pockets and gently, he cradled my head. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
“I will…but it won’t be. I can take more than most.” I winked, and that seemed to be all the spurring on he needed.
He pushed in slowly at first but as I hollowed out my cheeks and swallowed around his cock, he sped up. Fuck, I loved this. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of being used or that I was giving this powerful man the greatest throat fuck in the world.
“Penn.” He moaned, and his thrusts became a little erratic. A few pumps later, he was coming down my throat, and I was relishing in it.
I hummed as he slid out, smiled when he wiped his thumb over my swollen lips. “Delicious.”
His gaze went to my lap, where I was sure he could see that my dick had loved every second of that. He didn’t say a word. He leaned closer, his hand dipping inside the sweat pants, and as soon as he gripped my cock, his lips crashed against mine.
He sucked on my tongue and jacked me off, and it was like a perfect storm of feelings. He was everywhere, and I couldn’t get enough. I needed it all.
I arched up, my orgasm literally pulled out of me. He pressed his forehead to mine and slowly stroked me through it.
When he pulled away, I watched as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“You’ll need new sweats,” he said, and I laughed.
“Maybe I could get my own clothes?”
He tilted his head. “I can have men go to your apartment and get everything.”
I shook my head. “I was leaving after my shift at Kaleidoscopes. I rented a vehicle, it was in the parking lot at the bar. I have the keys in the bedroom.”
“Okay, I’ll have the car brought here.”
I smirked and motioned to my lap. “And in the meantime? I can’t walk through your house like this.”
His grin was wider than I’d ever seen. “I guess you’ll have to stay in here with me and keep busy while we wait for your car.”
“Is that right?”
He moved to his side of the desk, picked up his cell phone, and started typing.
“Indeed. Alex and Danny are going to get your rental, and they’ll bring your bags up to the room.
Until then…” He sat in his chair and regarded me.
“How about you sit on my lap and let me suck on that tongue of yours some more?”
Fucker didn’t need to ask me twice.