Rossis & Westwoods
Alejandro
Enrique had given us seventeen fucking locations. As shocked as I fucking was that the fucker knew that shit and we had to wait for him to tell us, I was grateful he told us of his own accord. I wasn’t happy with his request…
Kiara had become silent, and I understood her concern. His words rang in my mind once again. I paused as I looked at my reflection, the conversation replaying in my mind.
“Fine, what do you want in return, pup?” I asked.
“I want you to let me go. I don’t want your help, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I just want to return to my home,” he said emotionlessly.
I heard the sharp intake from Kiara. She knew the shit that kid had gone through, we hadn’t hidden anything from her, and I knew hearing him wanting to go back there... she would always worry about him.
“But… of course, you can go back there, but will you be okay? I mean, do you have family who can take care of you and protect you from your father?”
“Yes.”
He’s lying, he doesn’t believe that, her fearful voice came.
It doesn’t matter. He won’t have a fucking father to fear when I’m done.
“Deal,” I said out loud.
“Then, after I give you the location, I want you to let me go.”
“Do you want us to take you somewhere?” Kiara asked him softly. He shook his head.
“No, Padre will think you let me go to lure him out. I will stay hidden for a bit and make my own way home.”
“You’re only a child.” Kiara’s voice was full of sadness.
Chances were his father would have considered that he knew the locations and may not even be there. It was obvious he didn’t care for his son. I hadn’t heard one fucking response from him.
“I know how to survive,” he replied emotionlessly.
“Does your father know you’re aware of these locations?”
“I don’t think so. I used to try to learn as much as I could, so if he ever asked me anything, he’d be proud.”
He’s telling the truth.
Yeah? Well, the bastard had a son who seemed to want to make him proud, and he actually went and fucking amputated his hand. He’s fucking psychotic.
I know, and it’s heartbreaking. Our eyes met, and I reached over, giving her hand a small squeeze.
“Enrique, are you sure you want to go back? We can help-”
“No. I want to go far away from all of you. I hate being here. I want to return to where I belong,” he cut Kiara off, the anger and pain in his eyes fucking clear.
“Fine. I’ll make some provisions, and you can go.” Kiara’s eyes widened as she looked at me, clearly not happy with my agreement.
“And you promise not to send guards after me to watch me?”
“I promise,” I said, and I meant it.
The pup had been fucked around all his life, and if he needed someone to show him that they believed in him, then I would do it. Even if he fucking thought it was because I didn’t care, it didn’t matter as long as he was happy. He was a survivor, and I knew that he’d make it.
“So when I tell you the locations, will you let me go straight away?” He repeated it as if he didn’t believe that I had agreed.
“No. I need three days.”
“Why?” Kiara looked at me curiously, too.
“Because I’m not setting you loose in England. You’re from Puerto Rico, right? I’m having you flown there.”
Both looked at me, surprised, before a ghost of a smile crossed the boy’s lips, and he nodded.
“Deal.”
I sleeked my hair back, put the comb down, and left the bathroom, only to see Kiara in the dressing room, slipping some sheer black tights on. Her back was to me, and my eyes fell on her ass clad in a thong. Fuck…
She tensed. I knew she could sense me watching her… but, fuck, did I want to bend her over and fuck her senseless.
“It’s rude to stare,” she said softly, not even turning as she picked up a hot pink cami, slipping it on over her bra. I was sure she was doing that on fucking purpose. If only she knew how much I loved that ass of hers…
I walked towards her, and just as she reached for her skirt, I gripped her hips. Her racing heart only fucking turned me on even more.
“Well, since I don’t have any fucking manners anyway, can I just say I want to bend you over and fucking fill up both your ass and pussy, then watch my seed dripping out of you as you fucking lay there, unable to move from exhaustion?” I growled huskily, running my hand down her stomach.
She gasped, her heart pounding, but to my satisfaction, she leaned into me, a soft moan leaving her lips when she felt my dick hard against her back.
“Alejandro… we…”
I know. She was not fucking ready… but fuck did I need her.
I kissed her neck, right on top of her mate mark, as my hand cupped her perfect pussy, massaging it for a few seconds and making her moan softly. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and, feeling fucking satisfied at her reaction, I pulled away.
“See you downstairs,” I remarked huskily with an arrogant smirk. I tapped her ass before I turned and left the dressing room, leaving her struggling with her emotions. I was sure sooner or later, memory or not, she’d want me. Just like I craved her, I was her fucking drug, too.
My smirk faded away, remembering that our enemy was powerful and there was always a price… I pushed the thought away.
A while later, Liam had just arrived as we had some important things to deal with. Plus, he had wanted to see Kiara. Watching Kiara meet him was interesting, to say the least.
“You look so… different.”
“Do I?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“You have a scar… you look so big and older.” She looked him up and down.
“Care to share what age you think I am?”
“I don’t really know, just older.” She smiled sheepishly before hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. “So, tell me, what brings you here?” She asked.
“Well, I wanted to see my sister, but it’s regarding work as well.” He kissed her forehead, and she nodded, resting her head against his chest. I wouldn’t deny that I felt a tad fucking jealous that she remembered him. Fucking Westwoods…
“Well, if you two are done with the fucking reunion and shit, shall we get to my office? Then you can spend the entire fucking afternoon together after.” Kiara smiled, amused, and cocked a brow at me.
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” I growled. She giggled.
You are.
I turned, walking down the hallway to my fucking office. I am not doing this shit with her. I heard them both laugh quietly as they followed me. Ten minutes later, Maria, Darien, and Rayhan were in my office as well.
“So… that was your plan?” Rayhan asked me, looking surprised. I raised an eyebrow.
“No, I was planning to send Maria abroad without any protection,” I replied sarcastically.
“I knew you couldn’t go because of Delsanra.
I fucking can’t either. After the Rossis, I’m sure the Westwoods are the next best thing.
” Darien chuckled as both siblings glared at me, and Liam raised an eyebrow as Kiara pouted.
“That’s not nice to say,” she stated.
“I told you I’m not nice.” I shrugged, looking at Liam.
He was probably the biggest alpha in size and aura I knew after me, the closest thing to the original Deimos. A little like how my being a Lycan was fucking rare, he and Kiara were powerful, too.
“We Westwoods are powerful, too,” Kiara replied as Maria smiled at her.
“Too bad you’re a Rossi now.”
“Oh…” She paused, realising what I had said, and I saw her glance at her ring.
“Well, Rossi or Westwood, we kinda just blend into one. Both are pretty capable, and I won’t deny I feel a whole lot more relaxed knowing Mom will have Liam with her,” Rayhan added, running his fingers through his hair.
“Not only Liam,” I said with a smirk.
Maria was my brother’s queen, and there was no fucking way I was about to risk her life. I heard the footsteps in the hallway and smirked, taking a cigarette and lighter. Right on fucking time.
Come in, I said, through the link.
“Then who else?” Rayhan asked, frowning slightly, just as the door opened, and everyone turned to look at the two men standing there.
“As I said, the Westwoods are the next best thing after the Rossis, so who else but a Rossi to go, too? Marcel, welcome,” I smirked.
“Alejandro,” Marcel said, giving everyone a small nod.
Sitting back, I lit my cigarette as everyone in the room looked at each other in surprise, but my attention was on both my nephews. Leo and Rayhan looked at each other, the hatred in Leo’s eyes was unmasked, and the hostility between them was fucking obvious…
“Leo,” Rayhan said, his eyes sharp, his voice level. I knew it had been ages since those two saw each other, and although Rayhan tried to get through to the younger boy, Leo had refused to allow him in, and with time Rayhan had backed off.
“Bastard.” Came Leo’s cold, arrogant reply. I frowned, taking a long drag on my cigarette. I may be one to revel in others’ problems, but I didn’t like that shit one bit. Not when it involved my own fucking nephews…
“Cut it out,” I growled.
Leo raised an eyebrow, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. Dressed all in black, it only made his light blue eyes look even icier.
He scanned the room, taking a drag on the cigarette in his hand, before turning his gaze on me.
When he spoke, his voice dripped with sarcasm and pure, unfiltered hatred.
“Well, it sure is a fucking honour to be in a room full of the so-called elite. To what do I owe the fucking pleasure?”
Rayhan
The tension in the room grew to the point that it felt suffocating. I knew he hated how I handled things years ago, but like I’d said, I wouldn’t do anything differently. All I could do in return was be patient with him.
I hadn’t seen him in a while, and he looked older, bigger, and bulkier, but the hatred in those eyes of his only seemed to have grown.
He held my gaze, and although I didn’t submit, for the sake of peace, I broke our eye contact, turning back to Uncle Al.
The rest greeted one another, and I gave Marcel a nod before glancing at uncle.
“So, Marcel and Liam will go with Mom?” I asked, crossing my arms.