15. Delancy
Delancy
I hate her.
I hate her father.
I hate that I wasn’t strong enough to resist her.
I want to kill her, but she’s right. She did nothing wrong.
As far as I know.
So, we’ll talk. I’ll find out how deeply ingrained she is with the Empire Mafia. She says she doesn’t kill for them like I do for the QBM. She said she wants nothing to do with her father after he wouldn’t talk to her about her mother’s death.
It’s why I didn’t fight harder to make her leave. I was relieved when she stayed.
Then I was furious.
She taunted me, and I took the bait.
And, God, did her pussy feel fucking fantastic. Perfectly made for me.
She let me rage fuck her, choke her, do things I’ve wanted to do during sex, but I was afraid I’d go too far.
I want to destroy her.
Fucking Noah didn’t help my growing obsession for her.
“Stop gawking at me and start talking, Puppet.”
I both love and hate the nickname. Anything but Laptop and Computer. Del is also growing on me. But when she calls me Delancy, I go feral, as if her velvety voice saying my name awakens my cock and begs to be hers.
“Why do you think my father ordered the kill on you and your mother?”
I sip on my coffee, still struggling to trust her with this information.
She doesn’t know I’m QBM. At least, I don’t think she’s figured it out.
Who am I kidding? She’s fucking smart as hell. What if she knows and is playing me?
“My father had files on the men who broke into our house that night. It had their photos, names, addresses. Over the years, I tracked them down, tortured, and killed them. The first two held out, never revealing any useful information. But the last man… he gave me your father’s name.”
“That’s it? Just a name?”
“Which is why I kept digging. I realized I needed to get access to the Empire. I went to your father's gun range to find a way in. Instead, I found you.”
I should have known she was connected to Lenetti that day. Instead, my lust for her overshadowed my critical thinking skills.
“Did you find what you were looking for at the gun range?”
I fist my hands on the countertop. The pain from the hole in my right palm sends a shot of lust throughout my body. Noah stabbing me shouldn’t have been so sexy. My cock was hard the entire time I wrapped it with a bandage while she was in the shower.
“I was working on it. I needed to make friends with the employees, get behind closed doors. I couldn’t just break in. Places like that are well protected.”
“You’re smart. You would have been killed.”
“What’s behind the locked doors at the gun range, Noah?”
She sighs and takes the towel off her head. Bending over, she shakes her dark red hair and combs her fingers through the wet locks.
She's wearing a teddy—hot pink with sheer lace and satin trim that does nothing to hide her dark nipples and the patch of hair on her cunt. I know she dressed like this on purpose to tempt me.
“Gun running, money washing, murders... the usual,” she says the moment she’s upright.
“Noah,” I warn at her playful tone.
“I’m sorry, Delancy, but I have no idea. I told you; I’m not interested in my father’s mob business. He wants me to take over someday, but I refuse. I don’t want this life. I never wanted it.”
I fucking hate the Empire. I don’t want to take over, Delancy. I want to bring it fucking down.
The confession surprised me. I want to ask her about her plan to bring the empire down, but she continues speaking.
“My mother might still be alive if Gio Lenetti would have been satisfied running restaurants instead of ruling a crime organization. He was greedy. Plain and simple.”
She props her hands on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Who was your father, Delancy?”
I stand and walk over to her, hoping to appear intimidating. Instead of fearing me, she holds her head up high and juts out her tits.
“I think you’ve already figured out who my father is.”
“Maybe I have, but I need you to tell me.”
“Percy Carter.”
“I don’t understand.” Her words come out as a whisper, confusion taking over her face. “Percy had two sons?”
“Yeah, but he made sure to erase me from his life for what I did. Not many people know I exist, which works out great for my line of work.”
She shakes her head as she processes this information.
“How did he die? Rumors were he got sick.”
“He did. Lung cancer. He spent his last few months in hospice. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, not that I cared to. He refused to let me or my brother in to see him. He didn’t want us to remember him that way.”
Her palms flatten on my chest, and she slides them up to my tension packed shoulders. The tightness slowly unravels the longer she touches me.
“You’re the QBM’s enforcer, aren’t you?”
I nod.
She steps away from me to pace the living room while rattling off words. “This is insane. My father would never put out hits on all the mob wives and their kids. He’d never start a mafia war. He’s always been at the top. Why would he target the other mobs when he’s the most powerful?”
“Why do you think, Vixen? To have claim over all five boroughs.”
She stops pacing and wraps her arms around her stomach.
“Then what about my mother?” she asks, her voice full of tears. “I know she died the day before, but it’s too odd of a coincidence.”
Fucking coincidences. In my experience, the majority of coincidences are suspicious or manufactured to appear coincidental.
“If my father was responsible, why kill her too?”
“I don’t have an answer to that, Noe. The city was led to believe Gio Lenetti’s wife and daughter were both killed, so to find out you’re alive...”
“Tell me again about the men in the file.”
I join her in the living room, arms crossed while watching her pace.
“I’ll never forget their faces and names. Francesco Ricci, Dante Amato, Luka Candreva. Recognize them?”
She shakes her head, her brows pinch as she thinks. I know she doesn’t want to believe her father could be responsible, but it’s time she wakes up and realizes just how horrible that man is.
“It doesn’t make sense. Unless...”
“What is it, Vixen?”
She tries to fight the smile at the nickname.
“What if my father reacted because he found out who killed my mother? What if he believed it was QBM?”
“That doesn’t explain the Lords.”
“What if it wasn’t Gio at all? What if someone targeted all the mobs, someone who wanted to weaken them with the deaths of loved ones? What if my father was framed?”
This is something I’ve considered. Something I asked Elias about. All the mob bosses’ wives and children were killed or attempted to be killed. I’d be interested to know who the Lords believe were responsible for that night.
“As if someone was trying to pit the city mobs against each other,” I say.
Noah collapses on the couch, her tits jiggling in the teddy, which does nothing to support her melon-sized breasts. She sighs and covers her eyes with her forearm as if discussing this has exhausted her.
She’s splayed out on that couch, legs spread, inviting me to bury my head between them.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I kneel on the couch, the cushion dipping under my weight. Noah doesn’t remove her arm to look at me or question what I’m doing. Instead, a wry smile spreads across her gorgeous face.
“An hour ago, you wanted to kill me. Now you’re between my legs?”
“I still might kill you,” I say.
My palm smooths over her legs, from her ankle up to her dimpled thigh. She holds her breath, waiting for my next move, yet she doesn’t remove her arm.
Would she like to be blindfolded? I stand and nearly run to my bedroom, opening the drawer holding all my ties. I take out two and when I return to the living room, Noah is peeking beneath her arm.
“Sit up and put your arms behind your back.”
“Ooo, kinky.”
“No talking, slut.”
She purrs at the derogatory endearment, but does as I say. I wrap my tie around her wrists a few times then thread it through, tightening it hard enough that she lets out a tiny gasp.
“Lie back down.”
I pull the other tie from my pocket and her cheeks redden.
“What’s that one for?”
“I said no talking.”
She scrunches her nose at me, and I assume it’s because no one’s ever ordered her around. Not my vixen. She likes control and power. She wouldn’t be a successful contract killer if she let people tell her what to do.
Yet, she’s more than willing to hand over control to me.
She sucks in a sharp breath when I cover her eyes with the tie, securing a knot at the back of her head.
I lean in and brush my lips over hers.
“Good girl. You’re mine now. You’ll take the pleasure I give you and you’re going to like it. Do you understand me, Colpa Sicario?”
She groans. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, lie back down.”
I tug the lace of her teddy away from her breast, exposing her nipple. Taking it between my fingers, I squeeze and twist. Her back arches, and a moan escapes those plump pink lips. I cover the hardened nub with my mouth and lap it with my tongue.
She pants and squeezes her legs around my body, squirming beneath me, and desperate to use her bound hands.
“I want to hear you, Noah. I want you to scream my name when I make you come with my mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
I peel off her sheer pink panties over her hips and pocket them, then run my palms back up her inner legs.
"Keep these apart,” I demand.
The tip of my finger traces up and down her opening, enough to know she’s soaked. I slowly insert a finger down to the last knuckle, garnering breathy pants from Noah.
I add a second finger and pump into her lazily, enjoying her writhing because it’s not fast enough. When I add the third finger, I lean down and cover her clit with my mouth.
She bucks off the couch and moans.
My thrusts pick up, but barely, and I can tell she’s getting frustrated. I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and tongue graciously.
“Delancy, please,” she begs.
Only because I love the sound of my name coming out of her mouth do I give her what she demands.
My fingers piston into her as I suck her clit harder, my tongue lashing out more viciously. Her pussy walls clamp down, and I know she’s close.
I reach up my hand to pinch one of her nipples. The combination of sensations sets her off. She arches, her orgasm rippling throughout her body. I wait until she comes down from climaxing before removing my fingers.
“Open your mouth,” I say. When she does, I stick my fingers inside. “Suck. Tell me how good you taste.”
She wraps her lips around the digits and licks them clean, making my already hard cock jump. I remove my fingers and kiss her, long and hard.
“Do you want more?”
She nods. “Yes. Fuck me, Delancy.”
I pull my cock out of my sweats and rub the thick head up and down her slick opening. It's leaking precum, just as excited as I am to fuck her again.
I nudge the head in an inch. Noah fidgets, anticipating me being inside her.
“You’re being so patient, Noah, and patient girls get rewarded.”
I enter her in one solid thrust and stay seated to the hilt. She screams, letting me know how good it feels. Her pussy pulses around me, still sensitive from her first orgasm. I slide back out, then pound into her again, savoring the way her body bounces.
The small moans and whimpers that come out of her mouth as I fuck her nearly put me over the edge. I’m reaming into her, hard and fast.
“Slap me,” she breathes. “Call me your slut.”
I don’t even think about it and smack her across the cheek, making her head whip to the side.
“You’re my perfect slut, Vixen.”
Her pussy responds wonderfully, squeezing my cock as I drive into her. I slap her tits next, leaving a red mark, and she arches off the couch again.
My orgasm builds as I watch her destruct beneath me; her cheeks, neck, and chest flush because she’s on the cusp of another orgasm.
“I need you to come, Noah. Now,” I growl, and when I rub her clit with my thumb, she shudders. Her release takes over, sending her body shaking. This orgasm wasn’t a quiet one, either. She screamed loud enough that I’m sure the pizza patrons downstairs heard.
I thrust into her a few more times before my cum coats her pussy walls.
When I collapse on top of her, breathing hard, she wraps her arms around me. Of course, she was able to free herself from her binds.
“Fuck, that was good,” she whispers.
Noah’s right. Sex with her is good. As if my addiction to her wasn’t bad enough.
But it’s more than that.
Noah is forcing me to face parts of myself that I thought were long gone… like my humanity. Perhaps all I needed to send the violence craved monster retreating was my missing piece.