Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
CONNOR
Ihave calls to make, but I keep one eye on the clock. Zoe needs me with her, and delays are not welcome.
I set up a meeting with Joe Sullivan who heads the biggest Irish Mafia organization in Boston.
We’ve partnered with him in some ventures, so I know some of what’s happening around his territory.
The Sullivans want to rid Boston of Jose Sosa’s operation.
As of now, C Crue is going to help them do it.
I call Anvil on a burn phone. There’s maybe a five-second delay before he picks up. He must be carrying it on him, which is good.
“I’m here,” he says.
“We almost had a problem in Boston today. Get with Miller for a debrief. He’s in your old place. And encourage him to editorialize, ‘Vil. If you can find a way to work in a phrase or two about remembering what a pain in the ass it is to guard spoiled women, do it. Bait him.”
Anvil clears his throat. “Not my style of questioning.”
“I know. He’ll probably see through it, but try anyway.”
“Or I could get the truth another way.”
“No. He stepped up today and earned a bonus. I don’t think he’ll appreciate the money as much if we beat him to a pulp first.”
“Hmm.”
“I just want to get in his head a little. Even before you debrief Miller though, I need you to figure out who we can pull from normal operations to sit on Trick’s family in Boston.
I want three C Crue guys guarding them. Not Miller or Hornsby.
Seasoned guys. And tell them they’re to disrupt things as little as possible.
They are there as security and nothing else, so they better conduct themselves accordingly. ”
“Hmm.” There’s a whole world of questions in that one sound.
“Yeah, we’ve got two different types of problems. An outside threat and an internal weak link. Zoe says Hornsby overstepped and was disrespectful, and then buckled under pressure like he was made of tin foil rather than C Crue steel. From what I can tell, he was a fucking disgrace today.”
“Trick suspected a problem.”
“Did he? He never said a word to me.”
“We weren’t sure. The guy picked things up fast, learned every drill right off.
And he seemed tough enough under fire. But Trick pegged him as distractible and too prone to talk in tense situations.
Trick started to ride him and told me to as well, which I did.
Hornsby didn’t break down, so we figured we could train the hardness into him. I’ve done it with others.”
“He’s out.”
“Sure. You want me to take care of it?”
“No, I wanna do it.” I frown. “Trick mentoring the younger guys may be a problem. Some of them are trying to emulate his style, without understanding that what they see as cool—the wisecracking dialogue and all that—is not the substance of what put him where he is. Trick turns on a dime. When it’s time to staredown the enemy, there are no jokes and he does not blink. ”
“I’ll take over the new guys.”
“Let him keep Miller for now, but take over everyone else.”
After a beat, he asks, “Did you call Trick about whatever’s causing us to put a detail on his family?”
“No. We’re going to handle it.”
“He might hear anyway.”
“I know, but hopefully not the minute his plane touches down in paradise. Because the second he hears, you know what he’ll do. Let’s try to give it a couple of days at least.”
“Fine by me.”
“When you decide which guys are going to Boston, ‘Vil, send them.”
“How big is the problem? I can put Raven and the baby in the castle with you and go to Boston myself. It’s his family. There is no room for error, especially if we’re not telling him.”
“I know. But they’re not alone. I’ve been in touch with the Callahan brothers. The younger one’s already in Trick’s mom’s living room havin’ an Irish coffee and waiting on C Crue to roll in.”
“Yeah, that’s all right, but I may still go myself.”
“Easiest would be to bring them to Coynston. Here, no one gets in or out without our knowing about it.”
“Let’s do that.”
“If we force them to come here, I’ll have to tell Trick.”
“So tell him.”
I chuckle. “You don’t care if you fuck up his honeymoon, huh?”
“Not really.”
I laugh. “Is that bitterness, ‘Vil? You know you could’ve taken a honeymoon yourself if you’d wanted to.”
“Like you said, I could’ve taken one if I wanted to.”
“Good enough. Listen, Zoe needs a couple hours of my time. If something can’t wait, I’m available. Otherwise I’ll take some silence.”
“Sure.”
I end the call and head up the grand staircase.
When I reach the bedroom, I find she’s done with her soak and has put on the chestnut-scented body butter that makes her skin softer than the satin nightgown she’s wearing. I shed my clothes and crawl into bed with her.
She exhales through parted plum-colored lips that quiver the slightest bit. “I need you.”
If there’s a better aphrodisiac than that, I haven’t had it. “I’m here, baby.”
I bring our bodies together without hesitation, sliding into the warm silky clutch of her pussy. Her arms and legs wrap around me, fusing us together. My movements are slow and measured. She answers them and kisses me hard.
“The way you feel inside me,” she whispers, “is why I can’t be gay.”
That strikes a chord I didn’t know needed strumming. No one gets to me the way she can, and I let my body tell her that.
The rhythm isn’t rushed. Whatever she needs, she’s going to have from me.
Her emotional urgency eases as the physical one builds. Her moan is music to my ears.
“C, can I be on top for a little bit?”
I slide an arm under her and roll us over, so I’m on my back. She straightens, and I watch her move, admiring the long lines of her muscles and her bouncing breasts.
I groan. Her body doesn’t fuck my cock as much as dance with it. The grind of her pelvis, the slide of her hips, every movement brings us closer.
She bites her bottom lip and arches her back. I feel her spasm around me.
“Don’t come yet, C. Please.”
My balls ache, but I concentrate on holding back the tide. She falls forward, so her hands are on either side of my head. Her panting breaths feel warm and sweet on my skin.
“Can you do one more thing for me?” she asks.
“Tell me.”
She slides off me and onto the mattress, face down. “Use me hard.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
Yeah, that I can do. With pleasure. I move so I’m above her prone body, then I enter her ass, pinning her wrists to the bed as I drive into her balls deep.
“Oh, God. Oh, please,” she whimpers.
My muscles clench, and the need to come burns in the base of my balls. Despite the way I regularly use her, she’s tight. Her little pucker wraps around my invading cock like a fist. It feels so fucking good.
My hips slap against her gorgeous round ass without mercy.
She moans and whimpers, struggling under the force of my thrusts.
The way she cries out makes me think she might tell me to slow down because it hurts too much, but she doesn’t.
Instead she spreads her legs and tips her hips so her clit’s ground against the sheets as I fuck her.
I don’t know if she was always destined to like rough sex or if I trained her to crave it, but her beautiful body knows exactly how to make the most of what mine gives her.
She comes again, screaming my name.