Extra Epilogue
EXTRA EPILOGUE
KING
“ R affaele DeLuca,” I greeted the underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family when I answered my phone, putting it on speaker so I could continue sifting through prospect applications.
“King. Ciao ,” he grunted in return. “Matteo tells me that your old lady has a very particular set of skills that could save my ass on a job gone fucking sideways.”
Stella walked into my home office as I asked the question, and I wanted to bang my head against a wall.
I rarely answer calls that were club business at home because I wouldn’t bar my wife from any room in her own house.
But Cadell was napping, and I’d been on kid duty while she was out with the girls, so I was working at home.
My eyebrows hit my hairline. It wasn’t exactly a secret how skilled my wife was in the martial arts since she’d literally won the title of World Champion. But I was shocked that anyone who knew me would bring her up in a conversation that was likely to lead to her safety being at risk.
“What the fuck makes you think I would even consider letting you put my wife in danger?” I asked, my tone lethal, giving Stella a look that clearly told her not to interrupt.
She mouthed, “We’ll see.”
“Because this job was supposed to be about smuggling art, but the cargo turned out to be a couple of girls,” Raffaele grunted.
“What the fuck?” I shouted.
Stella looked horrified as she dropped onto the couch.
“Hold on,” I growled at Raffaele before putting the phone on mute and sighing. “Stella, baby, I need to finish this call. Club business. How about I meet you in the den in twenty minutes?”
Stella scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, her expression making it clear that I would be on her shit list if I didn’t let her stay.
When it came to her safety, I rarely give a fuck if she was mad about decisions I made.
But she’d heard what the call was about, and I knew she wouldn’t let this go.
My wife was small, but she could still put me on my ass.
Which should probably have pissed me off…
instead, it just made me want to fuck her.
Reluctantly, I took the phone off mute.
“Tell me the details,” I ordered.
“The art was on the manifest, but the figli di puttana must have switched them out at the last minute. When we…detoured the delivery team, we found the two daughters of a Russian billionaire who had been snatched on a trip to Paris.”
“The art was probably just a cover in the first place.” I was irritated that a group who was normally the best in the smuggling business had been taken for a ride like that.
“It wasn’t,” he snarled, clearly offended. “I had people planted at the auction house in Paris. They helped pack the fucking paintings. It was switched out somewhere en route.”
“ Cosa posso fare ?” Stella piped up, asking how she could help as she stood and walked around to my side of the desk.
I scowled at her, my look promising she was gonna pay for this. She just glared right back at me. It frustrated the hell out of me that I found that incredibly fucking hot. She had definitely earned herself a red ass for this shit.
“Uhhh, I… merda …I didn’t…” Raffaele stumbled over his words, something I’d never heard him do. Then again, I understood his shock, considering my reputation when it came to my family.
“Don’t worry about King,” she assured him, using my road name since this was business.
Normally, she was excellent at playing the submissive old lady whenever she was around outsiders, which made my wife even more deadly because people underestimated her.
Not that I’d ever let her risk herself, something Stella got supremely pissed at me for when she thought she could help. “Just tell me about the girls.”
Raffaele was silent, and I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears when she looked at me expectantly. Stella knew he would wait for my permission, and she was clearly furious about it.
I shifted in my seat because despite my rational thoughts, my body was reacting to the hot as fuck spitfire in front of me.
When I adjusted myself, Stella’s gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants, and she looked back up at my face before rolling her eyes.
But she wasn’t stupid, so she quickly retreated a few steps.
My smile was wicked and made it very clear that she wouldn’t be able to escape the spanking that was coming before I fucked her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk, much less help the mafia.
With that satisfying thought in mind, I grunted, “Go ahead.”
“The girls…they were basically terrorized by the figlio di puttana’s goons.
They weren’t actually touched.” Because they would be worth less to buyers.
My knuckles cracked when my hands balled into fists at the thought.
“But they were constantly threatened with all kinds of disgusting shit for at least a week. They’re terrified of my men. ”
“You don’t have any women who can reassure them they’re safe?” I asked, confused why he needed Stella.
“None who can protect them.”
“You’re worried they’ll run right into the danger if their male bodyguards come busting in to protect them,” Stella surmised.
“ Sì .”
“Are you returning them to their father?” she asked.
“ Neanche per sogno ,” Raffaele snarled.
“Watch it,” I growled, not happy with his tone being directed at my woman.
His voice was more even when he replied, “He’s almost as bad as the pezzo di merda who took them. They’ve been very sheltered and knew nothing about the dirty empire their father runs. But if anything happened to his money, I’m certain he would sell them to the highest bidder.”
Stella was shaking with rage. “We have to help them!” she shouted.
I stared stonily at her, and she whispered stubbornly in Hungarian, “ Megverhetsz, amit csak akarsz. én segítek !.”
I should’ve known that the threat of being spanked wouldn’t stop her from helping. Although I understood, she also had to get that she’d better count on me following through with it, so I warned, “ Számíts rá, bébi .”
“That’s why I came to you,” Raffaele admitted. “To you both, actually. We need someone to protect the povere ragazze until we can get them to a safer life.”
“You want the Hounds to make them disappear?” I assumed.
“ Sì . We’d do it, but they already suspect us and honestly…” He trailed off then muttered, “ Cazzo! As much as I loathe to admit it, you’re better at it.”
Stella looked at me and canted her head. “They can’t come here. Your brothers would scare the crap out of them.”
She was right, but I’d never budge when it came to her safety. “Won’t allow you to be without protection,”
“What about one of the safe houses?”
I thought about her suggestion for a moment, then nodded. “Got one that should work.”
“Where—”
I cut him off before he could finish the question. “Not gonna tell you that. Gonna have to trust me.”
Raffaele was silent for a long minute, then he sighed. “I trust Matteo, which means you have my trust.”
“Let me get with my men and set shit up, then I’ll call you with the details,” I informed him. “No later than tomorrow morning. They good until then?”
“Sì.”
I hit the screen of my phone to end the call, then slowly stood up to my full height, towering over my woman.
“You are in a world of trouble, baby,” I told her in a low, threatening tone.
“Would you really have let those girls be in danger just to protect me when you know I can more than handle myself?” Her tone indicated that she knew the answer. That didn’t make me any less inclined to spank her ass for it.
“When it comes to you and Cadell, there are no boundaries on what I would do to keep you safe.”
“I’m still right,” she muttered, putting her hands on her hips.
“Maybe,” I conceded. “Doesn’t mean your ass won’t be cherry red tomorrow.”
Stella’s skin flushed, and heat sparked in her eyes, but she also winced, remembering what it had felt like to sit after the last time I blistered her ass. Namely, when she put herself in danger, scaring the fucking shit out of me.
I prowled toward her, and she backed up a few steps, then glanced at the door.
“Never gonna make it, baby.”
“Umm…is that Cadell? Up from his nap?” she asked innocently.
I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at her with a dark promise in my eyes. “Go ahead and check on him, baby. I’ve got some shit to do. We’ll talk later.”
She squeezed her legs together, then practically ran from the room, making me chuckle as I headed to the clubhouse.
When we had a plan in place, I pulled up Stella’s GPS location on my phone and snickered. She knew about the tracker I had her wear all the time, so she wasn’t hiding. Which meant she thought being with Courtney was gonna make a difference in how I acted. All she did was make this easier on me.
I sauntered up to Blaze’s room and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Courtney opened it, holding Cadell on her hip. “Hey, King,” she greeted me warily.
“Courtney. You and Blaze mind keepin’ an eye on Cadell for a few hours? Stella and I need to…talk.”
“Sure, but I?—”
I didn’t let her finish, just muttered, “Thanks,” and pushed the door open before stepping around her.
Stella was sitting in an overstuffed chair a few feet away.
When I walked into the room, she jumped up, then took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before walking slowly toward me. “Yes, let’s go talk.”
“Oh, we’re way beyond that, baby,” I grunted before throwing her over my shoulder and slapping her hard on the ass as I marched out into the hallway.
She gasped, and sounding completely mortified, whispered, “Connor!”
I grinned since she couldn’t see my face. She was so fucking adorable.
Two hours later, with my hand print practically tattooed on both her ass cheeks, I pushed her legs wide enough to cause just a pinch of pain as I pounded my big, fat cock into her tight, little pussy.
“Mine,” I growled. I wanted her marked inside and out, so anyone who dared to threaten her would know that they’d just signed their death warrant. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot, baby. So tight. All mine. Fuck!”
“Connor!” Stella screamed, writhing in ecstasy and yanking on the silk ties holding her prisoner on our bed. “Please!”
“You want to come, baby?” I gritted out through my clenched jaw.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, her hips pumping up to meet mine as I slammed inside over and over.
“Promise me,” I demanded. I was refusing to let her come until she swore she’d stop putting herself in danger.
“But—”
“Promise me,” I snarled, then I changed angles to make sure I was hitting just the right spot inside her while I slipped a hand between us to play with her clit.
“I’m gonna kick your ass, Connor Kingsley!” she shouted, right before she shuddered and moaned deeply.
“Promise me,” I ordered again, pressing a little harder on her sensitive nub and putting more power behind my thrusts.
“Yes! Oh, Connor! Oh, yes! Yes!”
She’d said yes. Didn’t matter if she’d meant it to be a response to my demand. I was gonna hold her to the promise. And if she tried to back out, I’d keep her tied to our bed until I got what I wanted.