Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Monica
I hate feeling unfinished.
That’s the only way I can describe my emotions right now: unfinished. I’m missing something, and I don’t know where to go from here. I’m in a constant state of discourse. Half the time, I’m so fucking aroused just being near Gabriel and wanting him to fuck me unconscious. The other half of the time, I’m near the brink of tears because of intense anxiety and worry. The line between the two is paper thin.
Marcus and his attorney have refused any meetings. Dammit. Nicolas. I have got to quit thinking of him as Marcus. I didn’t press charges on him tailing me and hitting the bumper of Gabriel’s car. In turn, he didn’t press charges against Gabriel after Gabriel beat the shit out of him. I had hoped if there weren’t any criminal proceedings, he would be more willing to divest why he was tasked with dating me and what the end goal was, but we’re at a stalemate. In fact, they’ve gone radio silent.
Liam asked to meet with us privately, which has me incredibly concerned. Gabriel is trying to keep me relaxed, but I’m wound tight. Even a couple quick orgasms from his tongue don’t fully relax me. Not that I didn’t enjoy his focus, though. The things he can do with his tongue are ridiculous.
By Liam’s arrival, I’m wringing my hands and sweating profusely. I just know he’s going to drop some bomb.
Liam arrives with an MSPD officer who looks familiar. “Monica, Gabriel, this is Officer Matt Turner with MSPD. I’ve asked him to consult on this case as a friend. He’s not here in an official capacity.”
“Oh, you’re the officer who helped Liv a couple of times,” I say when I recognize his name. I’ve never met him, but Em pulled up his social media profiles, so she knew who they were talking about. Em was bound and determined to hook me up with someone here to ensure I put down roots, even when I was still living in Oklahoma.
“And you’re the Oklahoma sister Liam has told me about,” Matt says warmly. Gabriel clears his throat as he slides an arm around my waist. I stifle a giggle as Gabriel so eloquently and blatantly stakes his claim. “Gabriel, it’s nice to meet you. I understand you put one hell of a beat down on the suspect. I would have too if he came after my woman.”
I feel Gabriel relax ever so slightly next to me as Matt lets him know he understands I’m unavailable. Liam smirks at me as all three men look down at me. I mean that, literally. They’re all over six feet tall, and I’m tiny.
“Can we all sit down, please? I’m feeling … small,” I admit, and the guys chuckle before we move into the family room.
“Okay. I’m not going to beat around the bush. We can’t find Bianchi or the attorney; his apartment has been wiped clean.” Matt is a straight shooter. Harsh, but I appreciate his bluntness in this situation.
“Wow,” I breathe. “Wiped clean? Like, literally wiped clean?”
“Yeah. Not a fingerprint anywhere. Nothing. It’s as if he never existed, and the apartment has been empty for months.”
“But you do have accurate fingerprints from his arrest?” Gabriel asks, and Matt nods.
“We do. We added the fingerprints to a couple of state and national databases, so we’ll know if he shows up elsewhere, regardless of what name he claims. If he shows up, that is,” Matt says.
“What does that mean?” Gabriel asks.
“He’s probably dead,” I blurt out. All three guys look at me with varying forms of shock written across their faces. “What? I know how it works in the mob. He’s a risk. His cover was blown. Doesn’t matter who his family is. He was probably taken out. I wouldn’t be surprised if the attorney was also collateral damage and was killed.”
“She’s probably right,” Liam murmurs.
Gabriel reaches over and grabs my hand tightly. We are all thinking the same thing.
“I’m next, aren’t I?” I say clearly.
No one speaks, and I know the answer.
“We have to figure out why I’m a loose end here. Why were these people after me in the first place?” I ask. “Should I go into hiding? Am I safe here?”
“We’re going to keep you safe, Mon. I promise.” Liam stares at me with unwavering confidence gleaming in his eyes, but I’m wary of his self-assuredness. He can’t promise this. Neither can Gabriel.
“You can’t promise that, Liam. I love that you think you can, but nothing is promised,” I say quietly. Gabriel grabs me and puts me in his lap, his arms tightening around me .
“I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety, anjinho . I can’t promise anything, but rest assured, I won’t stop until you are free from this. If anything happens to you, I won’t… I can’t …” Gabriel trails off as he leans his forehead against mine. “ Você é minha alma gêmea .”
You are my soulmate.
“ Você é minha alma gêmea ,” I repeat. I hear his quick intake of breath as his eyes meet mine.
“Do you know what I said?” he asks, and I nod. He’s said it a couple times, and I finally figured it out a few days ago.
“What does that mean?” Liam asks, but Gabriel’s eyes never leave mine.
“It’s between me and my querida ,” he says quietly. He clears his throat before returning his focus to Liam and Matt. “What are our next steps?”
“Well, Matt and I were talking. First, we’d like to completely sweep your condo, Gabriel, and ensure no cameras or listening devices are present. Then we’ll set up some of our own to ensure we keep a close eye on things. I have a house in the mountains you can use for a few days while we get everything set up,” Liam explains.
“I have a cabin we can go to,” Gabriel says.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah. I haven’t been up there for a few months. So it’ll be good to go unwind and recharge,” Gabriel says. I couldn’t agree more. I love the mountains.
“Do y’all think someone new will come after me?” I ask Liam and Matt. They exchange a look before nodding. “Fuck. How much is the surveillance going to cost me?”
“It will cost you nothing,” Gabriel growls, but Liam puts up his hand before I can offer a retort.
“It will cost both of you nothing,” he assures me. “Gabriel, before you get all alpha on me about protecting your woman, you should know that I’m doing this because she’s the sister I never had, and I’d do anything to help her out, but also because I’m fucking loaded so I can afford to pay whatever it takes. Matt is working freelance on this with me since he’s taking a new position with MSPD that won’t offer nearly as much overtime as he’s getting now. He wants to pad his savings account. So this is a mutually beneficial agreement for all of us.”
I chuckle, and all three men look at me like I’m crazy. “What? Can’t I laugh at Liam describing himself as being ‘fucking loaded’? Come on, that’s funny.”
“Well, it’s the truth. What good is money if I can’t spend it on the people I love? Not like it’s gonna help me in the future when I die. I don’t expect my wife and kids to pad my casket with benjamins,” he says wryly. I throw back my head in laughter.
“Thank you for making me laugh, Liam. I needed it,” I say, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “Matt, did I hear Liam correctly that you’re taking a new job?”
“Yeah, Mountain Springs School District has added a school resource officer position at the elementary school. I’ll still be a police officer, but it’ll be solely at the school. It’s partially a job to help kids become comfortable with officers, but also just for protection. When Liv was attacked at the school a couple of years ago, it really made the district admin panic. I’m looking forward to more set hours and hanging with the kids all day,” Matt explains.
“Wow,” I comment. “I forgot about Liv getting attacked by that guy. Twice.”
“Dickwad,” Liam mutters under his breath.
“He’s dead, right?” I blurt out.
“Yeah. He’s dead. Got what was coming to him, in my opinion,” Liam says. It puts things into perspective for me. Olivia went through hell getting to her happily ever after. Seeing Liam as happy as he is, seeing their family now? It gives me so much hope. I look over at Gabriel and see him smiling softly at me.
“Matt and I will go back to his office and schedule a security team to sweep the house. Can you be gone this weekend?” Liam asks as he and Matt stand up.
Gabriel looks at me, and I shrug. I’m basically just following him around right now. My calendar is empty. He looks back at Liam and nods.
“We’ll keep you updated, crazy girl, okay?” Liam says as he ruffles my hair. “Love you, sis.”
“Love you too,” I murmur as he hugs me quickly. “Thanks for offering to help, Matt.”
“You are more than welcome, Monica. We’ve got your back,” Matt says as the two guys depart.
Once the door is closed and locked, Gabriel pulls me into his arms. I burrow into his chest and sigh.
“Did you really understand what I said to you earlier?” Gabriel asks, his voice muffled against my hair. I nod. “What did I say?”
“You said I’m your soulmate,” I whisper. Gabriel exhales and squeezes me tighter.
“You are, querida . Meu cora??o clama for você . Do you know what that means?”
“Something about my heart?”
“I said, my heart calls out to you.”
“Gabriel,” I say softly as I feel tears behind my eyes. He grabs a handful of hair and gently pulls my head back so he can look at me.
“ Anjinho . You’re the love of my life. I’m in love with you. I know I can take on anything with you by my side. My heart beats in sync with yours because it didn’t properly beat until I met you. Until my heart found its mate. I cherish you, my love, and I will spend the rest of my life worshipping you,” Gabriel says passionately .
Tears cascade down my cheeks as he kisses me tenderly.
“I love you too, tesoro ,” I whisper. Gabriel picks me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, as our kiss turns deep.
“I need to make love to you,” he whispers as he peppers kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.
“Yes, please. I need you, meu amor. Fa?a amor comigo ,” I whimper. I need you, my love. Make love to me. I may not be fluent in Portuguese, but I’ve focused on specific phrases that I know will get Gabriel right in the heart … and the dick.
“Jesus, that’s fucking hot. Speak to me in Portuguese all the time,” he mumbles as his teeth graze my collarbone.
“ Te amo .” I love you. “ Você é minha alma gêmea .” You are my soulmate. “ Você me completa .” You complete me. “ Você é o mundo para mim .” You are my world.
After each statement, Gabriel repeats the words, his voice getting deeper and growlier each time. “Fuck. Stop talking, or I’ll come.”
“Put me down, then.”
Gabriel unceremoniously puts me down, and I push him onto the couch before dropping to my knees. I have his dick out in a few seconds and immediately suck him to the back of my throat.
“ Puta merda, querida . I wanted to make love to you, but I can’t stop this …” he groans. I moan against him as his hands latch into my hair. Looking up, I expect to see his head back and his eyes closed, but he’s watching me intently. “You look so fucking perfect, baby. I’m going to come down your throat so fucking hard. God, I love you so much.”
I moan around his dick as he begins to fuck my mouth. Within minutes I feel his cock swell as he begins to orgasm, and he comes down my throat with a guttural roar. I swallow every last drop of his release and hold him in my mouth as he trembles. His eyes finally focus on me after he comes down off the high, and he rubs my top lip with his thumb as I’m slowly licking up and down his shaft.
“ Te amo, anjinho.”
“Te amo, tesoro .”
I know I’m mixing Portuguese and Italian, but I think it’s perfect for our relationship.
“My turn,” Gabriel says with a devilish grin as he yanks me up by my armpits until I’m standing. He rips my leggings down and off before pulling me toward his face as he slides back onto the couch. “Sit on my face, querida . Let me eat now.”
Holy fuck.
Gabriel’s tongue could win awards. I don’t know what kind of award, but it should definitely win something other than my undying lust and affection. The way he can flutter it so quickly but still be incredibly gentle is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s also … long. So long he can almost touch my g-spot. I see stars when he swirls it inside me. I shriek and jolt today when his tongue swirls back to my rosette, where he circles the ring of muscle over and over again. It’s so illicit, so dirty … and so fucking good. So sinful. With a thumb on my clit, two fingers inside me, and his tongue on my backside, I vault into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
“Holy shit,” I say breathlessly as I fall onto the opposite side of the couch. “What the hell was that?”
Gabriel chuckles as he removes his fingers from inside me, then makes a big show out of licking them voraciously and groaning.
“You taste like pure fucking honey.”
“I highly doubt that.”
He leans over me, swipes his other hand through my wetness, and then brings the fingers to my lips.
“Taste them.”
I immediately open my mouth and suck his fingers. He’s had me suck his fingers after they were inside me before, and it’s ridiculously hot. While I wouldn’t describe it as honey, there is a definite sweetness to it. Gabriel’s eyes darken as my tongue swirls around his fingers.
“I need you to ride me, querida . I want to watch you as you take your pleasure,” Gabriel whispers gravelly.
“Are you … are you already hard again?” I ask softly.
He nods. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. I’m in a perpetual state of hardness when you’re around. Fucking ride me, amor .”
He grasps me around the waist and positions me above him, and I sink down onto his length. Inch by steel inch, he penetrates me as we both groan. His girth stretches my walls as tremors already course through me.
“So fucking perfect, querida . I could live in this cunt. Fuck you for hours, days. All the time. Never enough,” Gabriel pants. I don’t even think he realizes he’s talking out loud. These are his own thoughts. I’m so turned on that I try to speed up to chase my orgasm, but his hands clamp down on my hips. “No. Slow. You don’t come until I say so.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
“Fuck, yes, querida . Do as Daddy tells you. Daddy will make you feel so fucking good.”
My eyes close as I get lost in the rhythm and sensation of Gabriel filling me. Completing me as I’ve never felt before.
“Look at me, amor .” I can barely force my eyes to open and focus on him. His gaze is intense and hungry as he stares at me. “I can feel you. You’re close. You’re so tight you’re milking me. Gonna come in you so fucking hard I’ll be leaking out of you for days. Anyone will know you’re mine because you’ll smell like me. Like my cum. Mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper. “Daddy, please.”
“Please, what? ”
“Please let me come!”
“Not yet, baby. Not yet. We’ll come together, baby girl.”
“Daddy!”
“Love you, baby. Love this fucking cunt,” he mumbles as he begins thrusting hard from beneath me. I’m wailing in pleasure as he brings us both to climax. “Come, querida !”
I scream through my orgasm as Gabriel roars through his. Then, after collapsing against his chest, I let out a sated sigh of exhausted pleasure.
“I can’t believe how hot it is when you call me Daddy,” Gabriel muses.
“I think the same thing when you call me baby girl,” I admit. I thought it was weird when I heard Nathan call Emily that, but when Gabriel does it, I’m immediately a wet and throbbing mess. Who would have thought.