Sixteen #3
I scoff before firing. “We’re not into that fancy crap.”
I unload on the moving target, and Roberto does the same. My target’s face is obliterated, while his bullets hit critical points on the body.
Reloading my gun, I say, “I hear your election campaign’s running smoothly. Just one step away from your first political office.”
He reloads his clip with calm precision. “That’s true. My father’s experience in politics has been a big help.”
I snap the clip into place and ignore the raindrops splashing on my face. “What’s helping you isn’t your father’s experience, it’s his connections.”
He loads his clip and meets my gaze, rain soaking into his hair. “I won’t deny it. Politics is a game of give and take. You offer something, you get support in return.”
“You do realize those same friends, if they turn on you, could ruin your entire life?”
He steps closer, calm as ever. “I value my allies deeply. If you’ve got something to say, say it straight.”
So I do. “A drunk truck driver ran over Penelope’s car. Her kids were inside. All three died on the spot.”
I study his face for any flicker of guilt, but this bastard’s got a poker face that’d shame a professional gambler. He looks at me, questioning, without a single muscle twitching. “Am I supposed to know who Penelope and her kids are?”
I smirk. “You’re telling me you forgot who got your ass torn apart?”
That gets him. For a moment, his whole body stiffens at the memory. The sky opens up, and heavy rain drenches us both. He pushes his wet hair back from his face and speaks firmly.
“I made a mistake against the Bruni Family, and I paid for it. I’m a man who looks forward, not backward.
I only look forward. I give you my word, I had nothing to do with this.
If I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t have waited this long.
And now that I have a future, I’m not gonna blow it over one woman. ”
I brought him here to catch him slipping, but if he’s guilty, he’s so damn confident I can’t pin him with certainty.
I nod at the target supervisor. “You better be telling the truth, Roberto. The penalty for killing a mafia member is death. Even if that member’s a whore.”
As clay discs launch into the air, I raise my gun and shatter every flying target mid-flight.
If I had proof Roberto was behind this, every one of those bullets would be buried in him.
But maybe the cops are right this time, maybe Penelope and her kids just had the bad luck of crossing paths with a drunk driver.
Whatever the truth, I won’t stop digging until this doubt in my gut is gone.
***
I step into the house past midnight. Climbing the dark staircase, I notice a faint glow spilling from Aurora’s room. I enter and see my little angel clutching one of her favorite teddy bears, fast asleep. The light’s coming from the half-open door to her walk-in closet.
I slide the door fully open and find Ava inside, hanging Aurora’s clothes in the walk-in closet.
She’s wearing a short, silky blue dress, her rich red hair cascading over her shoulders.
My eyes lock on her perfect ass, and as my boxers tighten around my swelling cock, I reach out, slide the door shut, and lock it.
“Maxim! When did you get back?”
Ava’s voice pulls my gaze from her lower body to her gorgeous eyes, honey-sweet and mesmerizing. I peel off my leather jacket and let it fall to the floor. Then I unhook the holster from my shoulder and place my gun on the highest shelf, out of Aurora’s reach.
When my hand moves to my belt, Ava bites her lip and leans against the closet’s frame. Her hand rests on her stomach, her cheeks flushed as she stares at me. The hunger inside me roars. I yank the belt free in one motion and close the distance in two long strides.
She rises on her toes to kiss me, but I grab her waist, spin her around, and press her face against the closet door. My hand slides down, gripping her hips, my body pinning hers to the wood. She moans, struggling to turn her head to meet my eyes, pressing her ass back against me.
I kiss her lips deeply, like a man freed from years of captivity who’s finally found a woman to claim.
I unzip my pants, reaching into my boxers to pull out my aching cock.
I rip her panties off in one tug and bury myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy.
She gasps sharply and bites her lip so hard it draws blood to keep from screaming.
I pull back slightly, hiking up her dress to see her ass, and start thrusting.
Her walls are slick, warm, and wet, as always.
This pussy, God, this pussy. She braces both hands against the wall, taking my deep, rapid thrusts with satisfaction.
I watch my cock slide out to the crown, then plunge back in to the base.
For long minutes, I fuck her hard enough to erase every thought from both our heads.
When Ava comes for the second time, I clench my ass, stifling a groan, and empty myself inside her. This woman feels like heaven, and I’d walk through hell to keep her.