Chapter 18
18
VIKTOR
T he phone rings, pulling us from our slumber. Luca’s arm reaches out, fumbling for his phone, and I do the same, grabbing it before he can. We peer at the screen, seeing Anthony’s name there.
Luca swipes at it and puts it on speaker, my head coming to rest once more on his chest.
“Hey,” Luca says, sleep still prevalent in his voice.
“Diablo found him,” Anthony says curtly.
“Well, that’s a stretch,” we hear Lex pipe up in the background. “We did it together .”
Anthony pauses for a long moment and then sighs. “Diablo and Lex found him. And after speaking with Declan, he confirmed it. A man who looks a lot like Henry was recently kicked out of his casino and Declan’s been trailing him. Apparently, he hurt his partner, Blake, and Declan isn’t happy about it.”
“Oh, fucking Henry,” I murmur, and Luca’s hand moves to my back, rubbing it gently .
“We’ll head out this morning,” Luca says. “Send me the address and tell Declan to expect us.”
“I will. But first, let me tell you what Diablo and Lex found with the banking info you gave us.”
“Shoot.”
“Go ahead, Lex. Tell them.”
“Well, hello, you sex fiends,” Lex begins and then I hear some clacking on his computer. “Well, let me start out by saying that banking information was very helpful. Henry Porter is a twenty-four-year-old male born and raised in Idaho. He moved down here when he was a teen. Parents are dead. Died in a homicide, and with what I know of Henry, he could have been the one to do that, but I have no evidence. Just know he is capable of murder.”
He clacks on his keys. “Hm, what else could be of use? Ah yes, he owned an illegal ant farm that was confiscated at one point, but that isn’t really relevant…oh!”
He clacks some more and adds, “He was nominated at his high school as most likely to charm an older woman and was very good at chemistry. Went to a couple years of college for it. So it makes sense that he’s the one possibly producing these drugs. And seeing as he’s charming, he probably was able to seduce the Sirens into working with him.”
“Is that all?” I ask when Lex says nothing else.
“Sorry, was eating another donut. Teddy is trying to fatten me up. Um, one other thing. He did a stint in juvenile hall for six months for arson. Burned down someone’s shed. Just watch out for him. He’s a wild card.”
“We will.”
Anthony’s voice filters over the phone. “You got all that?”
“Yeah, it helps to know who we’re trying to find.”
“Hopefully Declan has some useful information and we can put this to rest once and for all.”
“Agreed. ”
A moment later, Luca hangs up and tosses his phone to the side. It hits the nightstand and tumbles to the floor.
“I don’t want to go to fucking Vegas,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“You sore, baby?”
“I am, but fuck,” I groan and flex my ass. “It’s so good. I want to stay in here and just have sex.”
His fingers massage the globes of my ass, and I sigh.
“Pretty boy,” he whispers and then kisses the top of my head. “But we need to end this. I’m tired of dead bodies showing up at my doorstep.”
“Yeah. I do want to stay in bed for a week after this, though.”
“Being fucked?”
“Yes.”
Luca chuckles once more and then pats my ass. “Time to get up, princess. We’ve gotta move.”
“I know.”
I roll off him, my body sticky with sweat and cum, and stand up. My legs are shaky, my ass twinging from the dick I took last night. It’s an odd realization knowing I won’t need multiple men to satisfy me moving forward.
It seems Luca is enough for me. But I’m not opposed to them watching.
“Shit, I missed messages from the guys,” Luca says after picking his phone up off the floor. “Seems they lost Bane.”
“We’ll find him in the trunk, I bet. Napping.”
“Fuck knows. But they didn’t find out anything new from the club, so that was a waste.”
“It’s up to Declan then.”
“Seems so.”
We stare at each other, and Luca points to the shower. “Let’s wash up and then we can meet the guys for breakfast. It’s a four-hour drive and I don’t want you hungry.”
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, and Luca smirks.
“That ass.” He leans into me and kisses my neck. My cock perks up, and Luca reaches around me, teasing me with a lingering touch. He tugs on my length, continuing to drag his lips up and down my neck, making me lean against him, wanting to call this entire thing off and just spend the rest of the day in bed.
But we have things to do. I know it. Luca does too. His kisses eventually end and he drags me into the shower, washing me slowly, fingering my sore hole softly as I lean against his shoulder. Who would have thought Luca Rossi would be so gentle? Especially with me.
But he was three years ago.
And he was last night as well.
With careful hands, Luca turns me around, and I lean against his chest, his soapy fingers sliding up and down my abdomen, landing on my cock and stroking it. I’m relaxed, mindless, just letting him take care of me.
He leans forward, his lips landing on my shoulder as his hands drag down my thighs. And then he kneels, washing my legs and feet, his mouth on my ass cheeks, his teeth nibbling, his stubble abrading my skin.
I want him to eat my ass again. As sore as I am, I want it.
I arch my hips back, and I hear him chuckle.
“When we get to Vegas, pretty boy,” he says. “You’re too sore.”
“I can take it,” I hiss, and he bites down roughly on the globe of my ass.
“I know you can. But I’ll fuck that pretty hole when you’ve had a few hours to rest.”
I huff in annoyance, but when he stands and hands me the soap, telling me to wash him, I find myself slightly appeased.
I take my time running my soapy palms over his tattooed skin, making sure to spend a lot of time on his dick and ass before lowering myself to my knees and washing his legs. His dick is there, hard and insistent, and I can’t help but lean forward and lap at it.
He groans, his fingers fisting in my hair, and he pulls me forward.
“Now this you can do,” he says, and I fall on him, engulfing his dick, pulling it down my throat. The taste of him, the scent of soap, the way he fits perfectly in my mouth. I jerk myself in time with each of his thrusts forward.
He does it slowly, dragging it out, our groans pinging off the tiled walls.
When we come, it’s on an exhale, a sigh of relief, and I slump back, catching my breath.
Luca stands above me, his eyelashes wet with water, his chest heaving.
“Such a good boy,” he says as he swipes a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth.
He helps me stand and kisses me soundly, the steam from the bathroom making me lightheaded.
By the time we meet the guys in the hotel lobby, I’m famished. When I sink onto a wooden chair, my ass twinges and I grimace, making Luca smirk. Asshole , I think, and then lean over and kiss him.
When Jax, Quincy, and Rafe finally appear, their bags in their hands, we order enough food to satisfy me, and when it arrives, Luca makes sure to feed me as we update them on everything Lex told us about Henry. Bane, unsurprisingly, still hasn’t made an appearance.
“Anyone find out where he is?” Luca asks as he holds out a forkful of pancake.
“Nope. He disappeared. Went up on stage and did some kinky shit and then never found us afterward,” Jax says.
“Jesus. We need to put a tracker on him.”
“Probably a good idea,” I say around a mouthful of food.
“Do we just leave him here, then?” Jax asks, and Luca nods.
“Yes. We can’t wait. We need to head to Vegas as soon as possible. Bane can find his way home. He’ll be fine on his own. He’s a bit of a nomad.”
The guys look unsure, but it’s true. Bane has come out of worse situations than this one.
After finishing our food, we all pile into the SUVs and head out to Vegas. Luca insists on driving, letting me lean back in the passenger seat and give my ass a reprieve. I know he’s doing it smugly, the slant to his lips doing things to my stomach and chest. He’s proud of how he took me apart last night, how he made me beg and plead. I fought it for so long, kept my distance because I knew this was how it would be if I let him in.
And I did. I spread my legs and in turn, opened my heart.
There’s no going back after this. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable. He’s burrowed someplace between my ribs, and to extract him would be detrimental. To my mind. My heart.
I’ve wanted this for over fifteen years, and here I am.
Content and happy. For the first time in ages.
Luca must sense a shift in me and reaches over, his hand linking with mine.
“So, tell me, Vik,” he begins, and I roll my eyes, groaning. I know he’s going to ask something—something raw and deep, something that will crack me open even wider. His lips curl as he peers over at me. “Have all your dreams come true?”
I scoff and pinch the skin on the back of his hand. “Fuck you. You smug bastard.”
He chuckles. “Just wanted to hear it from you. Again.”
“For your gigantic ego?”
He grins, looking ridiculously hot. “Yeah. For my ego, baby.”
Jax chuckles behind us and then grunts when someone elbows him roughly. They know this is our time together. No interruptions.
I wet my lips, eyeing Luca for a long minute. “Fine. It was good, better than good. Hot. I want it again. All the fucking time.”
His thumb smooths over the back of my hand. “Am I it for you?”
“It? You mean, am I done with other men?”
“Yeah.”
I sigh and lean back, the ache in my ass delicious. “For now.”
He chuckles and pulls my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. “You’re a terrible liar.”
We make it to the Morrigan in four and a half hours, stopping only once to grab gas and for Luca to get an ice cream cone. He shared it with me, sliding it across my lips and forcing my tongue to lap at it as he drove. My hole clenched around nothing as he did this, and my heart expanded almost painfully.
By the time we walk into the casino’s lobby, I have to kiss him. It’s not a want. It’s a must.
So I do it sloppily, aggressively, in front of everyone, not caring who sees.
I can’t hide it anymore. It’s the beginning of the end for me.
“Alright, kitten, calm down,” he says with a low laugh.
I press my forehead against his and take a deep breath, wanting to kiss him again and again . I can’t calm down. He’s awakened something inside of me. There’s no caging it anymore. This is what he gets for being my dream come true.
He’s going to have to live with it.
“I’ll take care of you after we meet with Declan,” he says, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
Reluctantly, and with a trembling body, I pull away from him and adjust myself discreetly. As we move further into the casino, two men meet us, both in suits, earpieces coiled behind their ears.
“Mr. Rossi?” one of them asks.
Luca nods and takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently.
“Right this way,” the man says and then turns around, silently commanding us to follow. And we do, traversing through the smoky, crowded room full of flashing lights and piercing noises. When we reach the elevators, the seven of us pile in and as we move up the floors, our eyes land on the numbers changing on the screen above the door. It’s only two floors and Luca’s hand lands on my ass. He can’t resist me either, it seems.
Leaning into him, I rest my head against his shoulder and feel that flutter in my stomach.
Detrimental .
The end.
When the doors open, we all file out and are greeted by two men who I assume to be Declan and his partner, Blake.
“Luca. Glad to meet you in person. I’m Declan MacKenna, and this is my ma—husband, Blake,” Declan says, his eyes flicking to where Luca holds my hand. “You’re both very welcome here.” He meets my eyes for a moment and the corner of his mouth curls up. “Blake rarely lets me go anywhere unsupervised, either.”
Blake grins and leans into Declan’s side, looking both smug and mischievous. “I’ve made myself indispensable. He really can’t get rid of me.”
Luca’s lips curl up on one side. “I have the same problem.”
I tug on his hand in silent annoyance but he doesn’t let me go, just holds on tighter. My heart melts, dripping into my lungs until I find it hard to breathe.
Damn him.
“It’s only a problem for me on days that end with Y,” Declan says blandly, that half-smile still teasing at his mouth, pretending to ignore Blake’s huff. “I’ve set aside a suite for you. These gentlemen will escort you.” He nods at one of the security team, who nods back.
“Thank you,” Luca replies.
“Of course. Anything for a friend. And I have something else for you. The coordinates of where Henry went. My men haven’t let him out of their sights.”
He turns toward his desk and Blake moves with him.
“I have the coordinates here,” Declan says, handing Luca a folded piece of paper. “This is in the middle of nowhere, so make sure you’re well-supplied for contingencies. I’d take care when approaching him. He’s volatile, and he’s strong. Hurt Blake’s arm, the little shit.”
Luca meets my gaze subtly, an eyebrow arching. Blake doesn’t seem to have a hurt arm. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Does Declan have a penchant for exaggeration?
Perhaps. I know Luca would murder someone for touching me as well, so it’s possible he just didn’t like Henry touching him .
“We’ll handle it,” Luca replies with a nod. “Thank you for this. Seems the Costellos are indebted to you.”
“I do love a debt.”
“He does,” Blake adds. “Although, the way he calls them in can be…unexpected.”
Declan rolls his eyes as he chuckles. “Only for you, darlin’, only for you.”
Blake flushes and shoves at Declan, who pulls him into his side, holding him steady.
“Anyway, good luck. You’ll need it. This is as involved as I’ll get,” Declan says, a small dismissal.
Luca nods, reaching out his hand and shaking it. “We appreciate the coordination.”
Declan nods, and we turn and make our way from his office.