Chapter Twenty-Nico
CHAPTER TWENTY-NICO
T his fucking bitch won’t shut up and I am so over this meeting. Goddamn housing inspector thinks he can shake me down for more money.
He doesn’t know I know about his little addiction to a certain escort service. Or the fact he likes to do unsavory things with the women he rents for the evening.
I’m not one to tell anyone how to get off or how to make a little dough. Which is why I paid one of those women quite a hefty fee to film this sick fuck while he was getting his cookies.
Personally, I’m not into golden showers or whatever the fuck you call it. But if this guy needs a woman to pee on him to get off, that’s his business .
However, I can make it his wife’s business. In fact, I tell him just that in so many words before I walk out of his office.
“Wait, Nico?—”
“Mr. Fury,” I snap, my back to him as I straighten my suit jacket.
I know. It’s weird, me in a suit, but the truth is I conduct all my legitimate business meetings in suits. I can’t just knock around in black t-shirts and jeans and expect people to take me seriously.
So, tailored suits with pristine white shirts and light Italian linen make up much of my summer wardrobe. I usually change before going home, though, and I wonder how Anna will like me in this getup.
“Mr. Fury, please, that video, you won’t really tell my wife?”
“Mr. Hamilton, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Now, I expect the approval stamp to be on those projects we mentioned by noon tomorrow. Give my best to Vivian,” I say, naming his wife of thirteen years.
All the shit I know. Fuck. I exhale and walk to my car.
But it weighs on me. All the nasty information I have on the people in power in this fucking city is enough to send the whole infrastructure crumbling down. It would bury them all.
It never fails to amuse me that the more legitimate deals Viper Enterprises takes on, the more aware I become that the business world is infinitely more fucked up than the criminal world.
At least there you know who’s who. One bad guy recognizes another in a dark alley, but when you’re in a boardroom or a fancy office in city hall, it becomes more difficult to tell.
“Boss?” Tommy asks, holding my door open.
I take it from him and vault into the car. It’s eight o’clock, but it’s July, so the sun is still out. My fingers are itching, and I recognize the feeling.
It happens every time I’m away from her for too long. I need my Anna. She’s my light in all this darkness. She’s my good in this world.
With her, it doesn’t feel so lonely. So hopeless. So rotten and dirty.
“Drive to the Den,” I tell Tommy, looking at the tracking app on my phone to confirm what I already know since Angel already texted me.
Anna is inside the Vipers' base of operations, and I know she’s safe there, but I can’t help but twitch at the thought of having her in that place.
I need to get over it, though. Because Anna is mine as much as my crown is. I need to reconcile both sides of my life, and the sooner the better.
Besides, I have yet to introduce my entire crew to my wife, and they need to know. The whole world needs to know who and what she is.
Mine.
Anna is mine. That means she is protected. She is off fucking limits. Untouchable.
Except for me. I’m the only one who gets to touch her, and my blood sings at the truth of those words.
Tommy drives into the alley behind the club, and I open the door before he comes to a stop, leaping out.
I don’t even try to hide how eager I am.
I need my wife. Now.
I can sense her presence before I see her, and I can’t help the intensity on my face as I close the distance between us.
Anna is sitting at my private booth just off the side of the bar. Her face is animated as she talks to an attractive woman with black curls and pale green eyes. It’s her friend, Giselle, the one who tossed beer in Angel’s face, catching my cousin’s attention.
Of course, I already researched her. Hell, I ran background checks on everyone in my wife’s life, including those bakers which I owed her an update on.
But all those things I have to tell her leave my brain when I take in her appearance. I'm aware she’s pregnant.
Of course, I fucking am.
And I know society likely frowns upon the kind of thoughts going through my head about all the filthy things I want to do to her.
But Anna looks so goddamn fuckable in that flirty little dress she’s wearing, I can’t help myself.
I catch a glimpse, a flash really, of exposed thigh beneath the table, and my blood heats.
She probably shouldn't be here. Not in this place. She’s too good for it. Too good for me.
But I can’t help it. I like seeing her there. In my chair. On my throne.
I’m the fucking king of the Vipers, and she’s my undisputed queen.
Maria slides a drink over to her, and she nods at something my pretty wife says. I’m glad they’re getting along.
I was worried the bartender might be a little salty with my wife after she failed to catch my attention. If Maria is disrespectful in any way to Anna, then I’m going to have to fire her .
But it doesn’t look like I have to worry about that, and I’m glad. Good employees are hard to come by.
The Vipers’ Den has an average sized staff, but the main bar is important. I need people there I trust. And Maria is a good, honest employee.
“Nico,” Anna says my name just as I reach her.
Pleasure shoots through my veins and I grip the back of her neck, dropping my head and kissing her with total and complete ownership.
I feel everyone’s eyes on us, and I increase the pressure, earning a moan from my sweet wife’s lips. I bring my other hand up, wrapping it around her throat as I lay claim to her mouth.
It’s a total dick move, but what can I say?
It’s good to be the king.