Chapter 39
Return of a King
Boyle
Seven months later …
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder,” she screams as I pound into her tight pussy.
I grab her long blond hair and pound harder. Sweat is dripping down my back and I’m getting so close as I fuck her from behind. I didn’t come here for this, but this is usually how things go when I come here.
I’ve become her fuck toy. That wasn’t what I was asked to do, but this woman is a force, and the pussy is good.
I release my load and groan. I needed that. I’ve been stressed the fuck out.
Sometimes I wonder if this shit was worth it. If not for her, I would be a lost cause. My boss sure doesn’t give a fuck about me.
“That was good. You fuck like you have shit on mind,” she says with that Russian accent as she lies on her stomach, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“I always have shit on my mind.”
Getting to my feet, I then stumble over to the chair in the corner and flop down into it. I grab my smokes and pop one into my mouth, then light it.
Blowing out the smoke, I narrow my eyes at the pretty blond on the bed. She sits up and looks over at me with those cold blue eyes. I still don’t know how I’ve fallen into this shit with her.
“You came to talk, da? Talk. What is problem now?”
“He’s not happy. You promised him you’d take care of the girl and stop the Alliance bullshit from happening. O’Brien gets out today, and the lass is still alive,” I reply.
“This my problem, why?”
“You made him promises. He doesn’t feel like you’re holding up your end of the bargain.”
“I prefer when I dealt with old man. He was old bastard, but he understood long game. Your boss is only after name for himself.
“He doesn’t understand what my family is owed. What we have lost and sacrificed. I want girl die as much as he does.
“I need her to die to get to my goal. Lynch was my mistake, waste of time. Did not get job done, but answered questions for me.
“Bitch I want isn’t going to come out of hiding for threat, little bitch can handle herself. He wants Alliance stopped, he has to be patient, da,” she says, giving me that cold look of hers.
“He’s growing tired of the excuses.”
“I would take her out myself, but gets me nothing. Besides, I can’t reveal myself yet. My family has more invested here than your boss. Let him play in his shadows, I don’t fear him.”
“That’s easy for you to say. He’s growing suspicious of us. We might need to cool things off.”
She rises from the bed and strolls over to where I’m sitting. Straddling me as I sit here, she then takes my cigarette and takes a drag. I frown as she blows the smoke in my face.
“He give you trouble, you stay with me. Tell me, what is in this for you? Why you do this for him?”
I look away. I can’t tell her that this all started because I wanted Deja Walsh for myself. My boss was meant to kill me that night.
Instead, he saw a use for me and my cousin took my place. I only had to keep my mouth shut for a few days and then disappear as the rest of my family was killed on Oland’s orders. In return, I was promised delivery on all the promises Oland made.
However, here we are. Oland is long dead, and I’ve received nothing promised. I’m the last in my bloodline still breathing.
Deja has a price on her head and I’m no closer to having her or the wealth I was promised by Archie McDougal. I have nothing if I walk, but there’s still a chance the boss could deliver if I stay.
“Da, you have secret to keep. Does boss know secret, or do you keep from only me?”
“I have my reasons. I’ve lost too much to turn back.”
“So have I. You stay with me, and we make work. You don’t have to be pet. You partner, help with counteralliance. I treat you with respect, da.”
Before I can answer, she reaches to stroke me to life and seats herself for another round. I’m going to regret this. I know I am.
Deja
I sit at the bar in the O’Brien Manor in Dublin with my feet up. Knowing who this place used to belong to doesn’t really leave me wanting to be too respectful. I was a little surprised when Brooklyn told me he was bringing me along for the trip.
Logan has been released from the clinker. However, something bigger is happening here. There have been a ton of people in and out all day.
“You don’t really believe the words on your skin, do you?”
I turn to find an older man looking at my back. Given the fact he has read the Japanese written on my back, I assume he’s Japanese. He tilts his head to the side as he regards me.
“I don’t believe I still do. I once did.”
“Words are powerful. You should think over those and decide how to go about removing them.”
With that, he nods and turns to leave. It is then that I notice Cole standing in the doorway, watching me. I have never wanted to cover my back more.
With his face clouded over, Cole turns and storms off. He’s been having a hard day with how angry Logan has been. I don’t think his brother has said a word to him since he arrived.
Feeling like I should at least explain why I chose the words, I stand and go to follow after him. However, Logan appears and stands in front of me.
“We should talk.”
“Why? Ya don’t like me?” I blurt out.
He sighs and purses his lips. “When have I ever said I don’t like ya?”
“Ya clearly don’t. Ya have always tried to keep us apart. Did ya know I was in Scotland?”
“Aye.”
“Were ya the reason I was sent there?”
“No.”
“But ya know why, don’t ya?”
“Aye.”
“Logan,” I drag out.
“I can explain, but ya won’t be able to tell Cole. He has already tipped the scales enough.”
“Then I don’t want to know. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”
“Then he knows why ya can clear out an army or parking garage without batting a lash? Or are ya saying he didn’t just ask Kiyoshi Nash what that tat on your back says.”
“Like I said, ya don’t like me, so why should I listen to anything ya have to say?”
I turn to walk off. Not even caring that my shoes are still sitting by my seat. I need to find Cole.
“Because I’m trying to keep my hotheaded brother from getting himself killed.”
I freeze. If there is any chance Cole could be hurt, I’m going to listen. I turn back to Logan, lick my lips, and nod.
Instead of going to find Cole, I follow Logan. My stomach is in knots. I’m not sure I should have come on this trip.
Brooklyn
I stand outside the manor, staring at the hills. I’ve been out here trying to clear my head. Logan is one thing, the Alliance is another, but that tattoo.
I probably wouldn’t be this angry if she had told me what it said when I asked. So much time has passed, and she still hasn’t told me out of her own mouth.
I thought it was something cute she was just too embarrassed to tell me. Now I know what it says, and I don’t know how to feel about it. Is that how she feels?
Trust no one, not even your shadow.
I close my eyes and work my jaw as arms wrap around my waist. Then I feel her press her face against my back. I know it’s DJ from the way my body reacts to her nearness.
“I’ve had this tat since I was eighteen. I was alone, scared, and couldn’t protect myself. I also didn’t know what or who I needed to protect myself from.
“These were Mum’s last words to me, I got them to remember. Since you arrived, I’ve ignored all her warnings, and I’ve allowed you in.
“Please don’t take these words to heart. I trust you with my life. I love you, Cole.”
I turn and look down at her. I want to know what happened. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask.
“Can we leave the past in the past for today? Being here has opened so many wounds. I just want to forget it all for a while.”
I nod my head and dip in to take her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and opens for me. The kiss becomes heated as I back her against the side of the house.
Lifting her onto my waist, I press her against the cool stone exterior of the manor. We kiss passionately as I grind against her heat. I want her, but I don’t have any condoms on me.
“We can’t,” I say against her lips.
“Everyone has left. It’s just your family and Logan’s two friends. No one’s coming out here.”
“I’m not afraid of getting caught,” I snort. “I don’t have protection on me.”
She looks up into my eyes. “I trust you.”
“Are you sure, baby? Don’t you want to wait until we’re married?”
“I’m already yours, Cole. A party and a piece of paper aren’t going to change that.”
I kiss her hard. Her words mean everything to me in this moment. I fumble with my belt and zipper.
When I reach between her legs, I find her already wet for me. I groan and kiss her hungrily. I can’t get enough of her.
“Cole,” she cries out as I thrust into her tight, wet heat.
“Christ, ya feel so good. I don’t deserve ya. I’ve done nothing in my life to deserve an angel like you.”
“I was made for ya, Cole. Ya deserve me because I could only be yours.”
I latch my lips onto her neck as I thrust in and out of her. Being inside her bare is a feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s panting softly, trying not to make too much noise.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“How are ya this hard? My God, ya seem bigger. Yer stretching me so much.”
“Ya do this to me. Ya make me lose my mind just thinking about ya. I love ya so much.”
“Yes, yes, I love you too.”
I take her lips and kiss her with more intensity and desire than I knew I could. I think it’s all the trust she’s showing me. In this moment, I want to give her the world.
With my brother home, I can finally start to move forward with my life. It’s time I put a ring on her finger.
I pull away to look into her face. The ecstasy I see in her eyes has my balls tingling. I stick my thumb into her mouth and press down on her lower lip.
“Come, I can feel it. Come for me.”
She throws her head back and starts to convulse against me. I pull out and come into my hand. She stands on wobbly legs, grinning up at me with a drunken smile.
I dip in and peck her lips. “Mine,” I breathe as I rub my nose up and down the bridge of hers.