Chapter 43
Forty-Three
JULIAN
Viktor falls out of his chair, and I exhale before I glance over at Rome, who’s lying on his stomach, his sniper rifle propped against his shoulder.
“You’re lucky you didn’t miss.”
“I never miss,” is his calm reply.
Rome and I are already on the move, down the stairway of the building across from the restaurant, and out the doors, running over to finish this.
“We’re with you,” Carson says as he and Mateo join us.
“You won’t do shit to me,” Natasha spits at her father in my ear. “Never again. Because right now, the Kings of Vegas army has infiltrated your compound, and they’re leveling it and killing everyone inside, including Mama and her stupid fucking tennis coach.”
We burst inside the empty restaurant—Sergei didn’t even question why there was no one else here when he arrived—and I’m at my wife’s side in seconds.
“No!” He stands, but before he can pull his weapon, Carson and Rome have him, and they restrain him, but they don’t take him away yet.
“Anything else you want to say to dear ol’ dad?” Carson asks my wife.
She walks around the table and stands in front of her father. He’s glaring down at her, spittle coming out of his mouth. He’s breathing hard. Fuck, I’ll be lucky if the old fucker doesn’t have a heart attack before I can get him in my cell.
“I should have fucking killed you the day you were born,” he growls at his daughter.
Natasha tilts her head to the side, watching him.
“Yeah, you should have,” she says. “Because I’m the reason you won’t live past today. Me. Not a man. Not another Mafia don or someone powerful. Your small daughter, who always did as she was told and didn’t talk back to you. The one you terrified just for the fun of it.”
She rears back and punches him, right across the face. His head knocks to the side, and then he glares down at her again.
“I will haunt you for the rest of your life.”
I want to tug her against me, but Natasha steps closer and lifts her chin. “No. You won’t. I won’t lose one minute of sleep over the pain you’re about to feel. You deserve it.”
She backs away and reaches blindly for my hand, which I immediately give her.
“I’m done.”
Natasha turns her back on her father, and the guys drag him out of here. We have a cell waiting for him.
I can’t wait to get started on the son of a bitch.
It almost breaks my heart when Natasha turns her face up to mine.
“Christ, I hate seeing you like this. You need to wash this shit off right now, Angel.”
She smiles, and then her perfect face crumples and she starts to cry. I pull her into me and rub my hands up and down her back.
“I’m not sad,” she howls into my chest.
“I know, it’s the adrenaline wearing off. I fucking hated every minute of that. Never again, do you hear me?”
“No, you can handle all of the Mafia work in this family,” she agrees, and lets me lead her out to the car. “I’m officially retired from that. It was my first and only assignment.”
“Thank fuck.” I kiss her head, her temple, and then tip her chin up so I can ravage her mouth. “You were magnificent in there. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
“I’m proud of me too. Are you going to kill him today?”
Fuck no. That asshole is going to live for months in my cell. I’m going to have a lot of fun with him.
“You don’t need to worry about it. As far as you’re concerned, he died about twenty minutes ago.”
She nods and lets out a breath, then leans on me as Danny drives us toward the mansion.
“I’ll drop you off at home, and then I have to go back to work.”
Natasha scowls up at me. “You don’t have to take me all the way home. I’m sure I can go hang out with Lulu. Or take me to our penthouse. They’re delivering bedroom furniture today.”
“You don’t want to go home?”
“I want to be close to you. So if you’re working, just take me somewhere in the city.”
I watch her face, to make sure she’s telling me the truth, and then I tell Danny to take us to the Rapture building.
“I’d rather you weren’t sitting in a construction zone all day, around men I don’t know.”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “I have Danny and Elio with me.”
“I don’t care. Text Lulu and see if she’s home.”
“She is. She and Scarlett have been blowing up my phone, wondering how it went. I just told them I’ll be there soon.”
“Good.”
Suddenly, she unbuckles her belt and climbs into my lap, straddling me on the seat, and buries her face in my neck, holding on tight.
“Angel, you should be in your seat belt.”
“I’m safer right here.” She kisses my neck so sweetly. “Fuck, I was scared.”
“I had you every step of the way.”
“I know. You’re the only reason I was able to do it.” She kisses her way to my lips and then brushes her mouth across mine. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
“I kind of need you right now.” Her blue eyes are on fire as the words are whispered against my lips just as Danny pulls into the parking garage beneath Rapture.
He parks, and I bark at him, “Get the fuck out.”
Natasha grins against my lips. “Does that mean that you’re going to fuck me in this car?”
“Yeah, Angel, I’m going to wreck your perfect pussy right here in this car.”
The windows are tinted, so no one can see inside. I may not care if anyone can hear her, but they won’t see her.
I’d have to take their eyes for that.
She shimmies off my lap and works on getting her jeans off, and then she’s straddling me once more, her hands on my neck, kissing the fuck out of me.
“You’re not in charge here, beautiful girl.”
“I know.” She presses that hot pussy against my still-covered cock and makes me see stars. “But I need you to fuck me, Julian.”
I push two fingers inside her, and she lets her head drop as she moans, her mouth opens, that bottom lip so fucking tempting.
“I’ll fuck you, baby. You’re already wet. Why are you wet, Natasha?”
“Because I’m free, and I need to feel you inside of me.”
Adrenaline is a funny thing. For some people, they need to be reminded that they’re alive. And if my wife needs my cock after everything that went down today, then that’s exactly what she’ll have.
“Take me out,” I order her before biting her lower lip hard enough to taste the coppery essence of her blood on my tongue. When her hand wraps around my shaft, I push up into her grip, urging her to touch me harder. “I’m not feeling gentle, Natasha.”
She shakes her head manically. “No. I don’t need gentle. Fuck me hard. Jesus, please, Julian.”
I rip her panties in two and toss them aside, and then slam inside her, making us both groan with how perfect it feels.
“Yes,” she whispers as she starts to move. “I love how you fill me up.”
“I never stop wanting you,” I growl before lifting her shirt, pulling her bra down, and wrapping my lips around her hard nipple. “Christ, you’re all I fucking see.”
Her hips are moving fast, up and down, and I know I won’t last like this, with her so desperate for me.
“I need you to come, baby.” I press my thumb to her clit, and she shivers. “That’s right. I need you to come all over my cock. Give it to me.”
She moans, and then her walls contract around me, milking my own release from my body, and I come hard, pushing up until we’re a panting, sweaty mess.
“It’s a mind fuck to be inside you with your face bruised up, Natasha.”
She lets out a surprised laugh and then kisses me hard before wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight.
“I’ll go up and wash it off. I’ll be normal again when you pick me up later.”
“I love you.”
She smiles down at me, and everything in my world is fucking perfect. “I love you too.”