21. Eli
Chapter 21
Eli
I t was late when I was done dropping off Pike at his bike, and later, by the time I’d returned to Phoenix to meet back up with Luther. We planned to meet to go over details about the upcoming fight, but my mind was elsewhere. Half of me was driving, but the other half? It was with her. Veronica.
I couldn’t help myself. I spent most of the time hovering over the link to her security cameras, watching her. Something about her pulled me in, something I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried. She was a mystery I wanted to solve, a puzzle I needed to piece together. But it wasn’t just that. It was deeper—more dangerous.
On the drive back, I’d even put the live feed from her cameras on my dash, watching her onscreen like she was right there with me. The way she moved around the house, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her eyes narrowed in concentration—she had no idea I was watching, and maybe that was for the best. I wasn’t sure what she’d do if she knew. Maybe she'd run to her cousin and tattle.
Or maybe it would turn my little moon goddess on. She seemed to like me watching her. The thought had my cock hard as a fucking poker all day. She’d been a treat last night, her cunt all wet and hot. I planned on fucking her again today, just like I promised.
It looked like Veronica had found something. I didn’t know how much yet, but I’d gotten some alerts already. She was also digging into Spato, into the fights, into me .
I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles going white. I needed to know how much she’d uncovered. She’d be in real danger if she got too close, not just the fights. Luther wasn’t someone to cross, and neither was Spato. If they caught wind of what she was up to...
I clenched my jaw, attempting to set the thought aside. She was smart—too smart sometimes.
Pulling back into the garage under the apartments, I headed up the penthouse and blew into the room. “What’s up, buddy? How was the setup? Did you get food?” I fired off.
Luther was predictably at the kitchen counter with a tumbler of my best scotch and his computer open. “Setup is good man.” He’d changed into a pair of sweats and had showered, his blond hair still wet. “This is a sweet pad. You’ve made yourself at home. Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why you’re here? Your brother?”
“I wasn’t going to … no.” Pouring myself a drink, I propped myself up on a stool and looked over the files he had spread out. “Did you order dinner? I’m starved.” He frowned at me, which didn’t suit him. Luther was all about the smiles even when he wasn’t happy. He was good at the disguises, which was why he’d always been our frontman.
“Yeah, I’ve got food on the way. Pizza with pineapple on your side.”
“Ha, ha. You and your jokes. Pineapple. I’d cut you for that.” Luther knew that if pineapple touched my pizza, he’d die.
“So Victor came here because your brother was here?” His forehead creased, and I could see that this was a thing that he’d be hung up on .
“Yeah, the people that he killed were connected to me and Pike from our foster placements. He had some weird idea that I blamed Pike for what happened to me and that he’d set Pike up to take the fall.” Even saying it out loud sounded fucking insane. It had been lucky that Pike had Natasha helping him while Victor ran around Morinrock being a psycho. “I hadn’t even really intended to let Pike know I was alive, but in the end, that had seemed like a chicken shit choice, and there wasn’t another way around it.”
“Alright. So you’ve bought this place. Was Pike the reason why? You want to be all close to your brother?” There was a dark note to Luther’s words, but I dismissed it. Was he jealous? Surely not.
“Not entirely,” I admitted. “There’s a girl.” He let out a low laugh. “Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I ground out. “Pike’s girl has a sister, and when I was tracking down Victor, I saw her. Her name is Veronica.”
“Have you become a peeping tom, Havoc?” he teased, and his eyes widened when I felt the creeping flush of shame. “Oh my God, tell me you aren’t spying on this girl right now?”
“Leave me alone. Where’s my food?” I grumbled.
“Show me a picture. When can I meet her? ”
“Never dick. She’s too good for you.” The doorbell rang at that moment, and I bolted for the door as Luther crowed with laughter. The truth was that Veronica was too good for both of us, but he knew that.
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d fall for a chick.” He grinned at me. “Incredible. Amazing.”
I watched him as he smiled and laughed. There was a moment when I thought about asking him why his name was on the lease with Victor, but I didn’t. He’d known Victor was here weeks before I did and hadn’t said anything. It didn’t mean much, though. Luther often acted as Victor’s money and business guy. He’d always been moving around, and Luther probably hadn’t had any reason to connect Arizona to me or to my pre-existing brother that he’d not known about. Bringing it up now didn’t seem like it would do any good.
“So Veronica and her sister are related to the west coast Bratva?” he waggled his eyebrows at me. I stiffened. He held his hands up in surrender. “Hey man, just curious, you know how I am.”
“Yeah. Their cousin is the pakhan of the Volkov Bratva.” He nodded, and it was obvious he’d already known. The hairs on the back of my neck went up. I gave Luther a lot of credit for having his ducks in a row, but he knew all this before I even mentioned it. I hadn’t decided what it meant yet, but I didn’t like it.
Thankfully, Luther let it slide after that and allowed me a few minutes of peace while we stuffed our faces with hot, gooey pizza that burned the roofs of our mouths and chased it with scotch. It allowed me a few minutes to check my phone and peek at Veronica surreptitiously. She was chatting with her friends online, her laptop propped on her pillows while she ate popcorn, wearing a little headband with cat ears. Fuck she was cute.
Luther’s voice pulled me back to the present, his sharp tone cutting through the fog in my head. “Eli, you listening?”
I glanced at him, nodding, but my thoughts were still split. “Yeah. I’m here.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” he grumbled. “This is a big gig. We’ve got too much riding on this fight for you to be distracted.” Luther's eyes narrowed, a warning evident in his voice. “I need you focused.”
“I am focused,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to. But it wasn’t a lie. I was focused—just not entirely on where Luther needed me to be. My mind was more on a tight little body and how I was going to ram my cock into her. “We’ll be ready.”
Luther studied me for a moment, his gaze calculating, but he refrained from probing. He understood it was unwise to question me in this state. Instead, he shifted the conversation to finalize the fight details, though I scarcely registered his words. “Tell me about the security that we’ve got set up.” I ran through the details of my meeting.
“You think it’ll be an asset to have the MCs there? They’ll behave?” Luther asked. I knew he was concerned about bringing in a group that wasn’t tried and tested. We used a standard contract with a security agency, but they weren’t that great.
“I think it’ll work out. I spoke with both MCs, and nothing has given me any indication that they’ll be anything but professional.” He nodded, and we moved on. Luther and I had learned to trust each other’s judgment a long time ago. Sure, we made mistakes, but we had room to do that. I listened to him while he ran through the basics of setup and the arrangements he made, but it was standard, and I’d already tuned out.
“I think we’re ready to start opening betting,” Luther said, snapping me back to reality .
“Agreed.” The frenzy began once the bets started with our usual crowd, and people started to get jazzed for the matches. The exact location for the bouts wouldn’t be posted until right before the fight. The attendees would be vetted and would only know the city where the fight would happen. We’d operated this way for a while now with success. People felt secure that we wouldn’t get raided and that their identities were kept secret. It also meant we were able to vet our customers. Win-win.
After another piece of pizza and another half hour chatting about random bullshit, I finally was able to pack a duffle bag and leave Luther to his spreadsheets and only had to endure some minor teasing on the way out the door.
I sat back in the car for the return drive towards the outskirts of Haverboro, staring at the feed on my dash. Veronica was still at her computer, digging into Luther, Spato, and the fights. Now that the fight was going live, she was tiptoeing into dangerous waters.
Somehow, I needed to make sure that her tracks were covered just in case. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in a long time. It rang a couple of times before a familiar voice answered. “What do you need? ”
“I need a favor,” I said, my voice low. “Someone’s looking into Spato and Luther. I need to know how much they’ve found, and I want the trail buried.”
There was a pause on the other end, then a soft chuckle. “This someone wouldn’t happen to be a certain hacker, would they?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.
“I’ll find out,” the voice said after a moment. “But you know this comes with a cost.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll transfer the fee to the usual account,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. “Just get it done.”
I hung up and leaned back in the seat, staring at the dim glow of Veronica’s feed on the dash.
B y the time I’d made my way back to Veronica’s, it was later than I’d wanted, and she was asleep with her fairy light still twinkling over her. She’d had an episode earlier while I was driving that had her bent over, coughing hard for a good ten minutes, pressing her hand to her breastbone as if in pain.
It had made me furious at myself that I’d wasted so much time in Phoenix eating fucking pizza with Luther instead of hurrying back. Now, she was alone and struggling to breathe. I pressed on the accelerator flying over the road as fast as the SUV would go, my Valentine radar detector hopefully covering my ass. The last thing I needed was to get pulled over. After about ten minutes, Veronica could heave in some clear breaths, but I still didn’t ease up on the gas.
When I arrived, the sliding door was unlocked, not that a lock would have deterred me. I set the small rock I’d found on her bookshelf, pushing it with the others she stacked over to one side. A small pile of them grew now, which made me happy.
Veronica was tucked on her side, one leg over her pillow out of the blankets like she’d gotten too warm. Kicking out of my clothes, I slid into bed next to her quietly and wondered if it would be wrong of me to tempt that pretty little pussy. Did she dream of me? One of my kinks might be a little too far for my angel. I would love to wake her slowly with my cock, sink into her while she was asleep.
I hovered a few inches away from her, letting myself look at her in the flesh. She had on those little boyshorts that I liked, but they’d crept up, showing the apples of her ass. Pale golden hair spread in chaotic tangles over the pillows. Veronica had gorgeous hair that had grown past her shoulders. Ghosting a hand over one cheek, I let my fingers caress her skin under the curve and down one thigh, careful not to disturb her. Taking my cock in my other hand, I stroked while I contented myself with tiny touches of her skin, feathering my fingers over the cleft of her ass.
Imagining sinking into her hot little cunt, made pre-cum spill over my cock, and I smeared it onto her hip, marking her. I didn’t want to come too fast, so I gripped my cock as hard as I could, but it wasn’t going to be of any use; I was so close. All day, the little vixen had been tormenting me. Veronica made a little mewl and shifted alarmingly, tipping towards me, her eyes blinking.
“Eli?” she said sleepily, her eyes blinking owlishly. “Oh.” Her eyes immediately went to my hand on my cock, and her mouth parted. Instantly, I wished I could stuff her mouth with it, but that wouldn’t happen. Restricting her breathing wasn’t in the cards.
“I wasn’t sure I was even going to let you wake up before I put my cock in that pretty cunt,” I said, leveraging myself over her and kissing her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and biting that bottom lip of hers that had been parted so sweetly.
She panted, spreading those legs of hers as I came to rest between them. Fuck me, she was already drenched through her panties. She had been dreaming of me. “I wouldn’t have minded,” she whispered. “You can wake me that way anytime you want.”
My mind went blank. She had no idea what monster she’d unleashed. Ripping the panties off her, I drug my fingers through her slit, sliding into her folds. “Were you dreaming of me? Thinking about me stuffing you with my cum? Thinking naughty thoughts in this bed?” She arced, her nipples pushing against the thin tank she wore, pink against the white cotton. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I thought naughty thoughts all day,” she admitted.
Sliding my fingers back and forth, I watched her face as she sought her pleasure against my hand. “That’s it fuck yourself against my hand. I want to see you come like the bad girl you are. Keep your eyes on me.” Pushing hard on her clit I shoved another finger into her, and she went off like a rocket coming on my fingers like the gorgeous girl she was. Leaning over her, I kissed her eyelids, which had closed in surrender .
I wedged one of her legs up and turned her on her side. She pillowed her arms under her head as I slid my cock into her and prayed I could last long enough. I began to count backward as she clenched around me. I’d been so close just a few minutes ago that I was about to blow my load already.
She watched me under her eyelashes as I teased us both with the first few inches of my cock, gripping it tightly at the base as I moved in and out. “Your pussy is drenched, Veronica. Soaked. I can see how you’re stretched, taking my cock. I wish you could see how pretty it is.” One of her hands gripped the sheets as her abs tightened. “Am I going too slow? Did you want more?”
“Yes, stop teasing.”
“No, little girl. I’m in charge.” I slid in further, letting go of my cock with a moan. Fucking her slowly, I controlled the glide of each glorious stroke. “I’m gonna need you to come.” Rubbing my thumb over her clit in steady circles, I let my other hand clench her ass as I increased my pace driving hard against her g-spot until she spasmed. “That’s a good girl coming on my cock.” Pumping hard into her twice more was all it took for my balls to let loose as I came hard, jetting into her .
Oh, fuck. We hadn’t even had the condom talk. Kissing her, I traced the edges of her cheekbones, nearly translucent from the moonlight coming in from the glass slider, as I pulled her into my arms.
“I didn’t use a condom,” I confessed.
“I’m clean, and I can’t have kids. Infertility is one of the side effects of the radiation I had before one of the stem cell transplants.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. There seemed to be a world of hurt in her answer, and I was an insensitive dick, but I would try not to be for her.
“I’m clean. I’m sorry about the kids.” I slid my fingers down to her pussy and cupped it possessively. “Not that I’d want any necessarily.” The thought confused me. “If I had any kids, I would want to be a foster parent. A good one.” She angled her head towards me and smiled the biggest smile I’d seen from her so far.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’d never thought about it before, but that’s what I’d want.” She wiggled a little back into me and sighed happily. I considered it a win.
“Now I get to fill you with my cum all the time. To the brim. Give me another few minutes, and I’m going to be pumping you with more until it’s running out of you.” There was a corresponding whine to my words. “Don’t think you can just fall asleep either I whispered low into her ear, biting the lobe hard enough to mark it. You already told me that you didn’t mind. I’m going to slide into this cunt even then.” Her legs parted, and there was no mistaking that she found the forbidden idea as hot as I did. My cock was recuperating enough to nudge her entrance, and she was just starting to push against me when she bolted upright.