83. CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
Iopen the door to find Jillian laid out, ass up, the arsethat belongs to me, about to be fucked by this scumbag.
I’m controlling my rage only because I have to keep my head. But seeing this animal on top of my Jillian is ripping me apart piece by piece.
This is what it feels like to watch the woman you love about to be raped.
Pointing a gun at the Borgia Underboss, I have no choice other than to pull the trigger. “Ciao, motherfucker.”
My bullet misses Lazaro as he flattens himself on top of Jillian. His brawny hand comes up and shoots back at me.
I dive, hitting the carpet, and roll behind a massive, but cheap desk in the center of the room. Before more people come in, I kick over a file cabinet to block the door.
This small office is no place for a shootout. And I just took away my exit. Not that I’d make it back down that hall.
“You’ll never get out of here alive, Scava, especially if you touch my woman again,” I yell.
“My guards are everywhere. It’s you my friend, who won’t get out of here alive,” he returns.
As if on cue, the doorknob rattles followed by sharp knocking.
“Wait for my order,” Lazaro barks to whoever’s on the other side.
I can’t slit the guards’ throats and tie up the women working next door all by myself. All with an army bearing down.
Not that I’d leave Jillian in here. I’ll take a bullet for her.
From a space between the desk and a chair, I see my diamond on the couch covering her head. “Don’t move, Jillian,” I yell.
I can’t protect her any place other than right here.
“I know who you are, O’Rourke.” Lazaro keeps his gun pressed to Jillian’s back. “You fell for my trap.”
“What trap? You’re being arrested for murder. Looks like you’re in the trap.” So am I, as I keep my gun trained on him, looking for another way out.
“All my delays drove Vance crazy. And with the legendary Harvard mob consigliere in town to help his brother, who killed my hitman—”
“Cormac killed a paid Russian mercenary,” I seethe. “Who tried to kill his innocent twin.”
“I lost a lot of money on that deal to cash in on the missing princess.” He’s referring to the ransom he thought he’d get from Alexei Koslov for his daughter, Anastasia, Darragh’s wife. “My little spy in Vance’s office put the idea in his head to work with you. That kept you in town and gave me time to exact my revenge. When I saw you were fucking this sweet cupcake… Who was just assigned to my murder trial? You two are a dream come true.” He rubs Jillian’s arse.
“Stop fucking touching her!”My finger twitches on the gun trigger to take another shot.
“If only you’d waited a little longer. I would have security footage of me and my guards fucking this plump ass before putting her limp, used body into a dirty van to be sold off.” He smells her hair, and I’m going to fucking lose it. “Money means nothing to you, O’Rourke. But your women are your treasures. You shouldn’t have made that so obvious.”
Lachlan mowing down a dozen Russians to marry Katya, an event that apparently got broadcast all over the country, sent a signal that our women are our weakness.
“Lazaro, I don’t give a flying fuck about your crimes. Right now, you’re the man who’s touching what’s mine. That won’t go unpunished. I have a clear shot to your head.” I keep my gun steady, even though I’m shaking with rage. “Or maybe I’ll blow off your dick. You’ll live, but without ever knowing pussy again. Then your don brother and my brother the king can argue if it was justified.”
“My brother,” he scoffs. “He doesn’t own me.”
I’m trapped in Scava’s nest with angry hornets swarming outside. They’ll kill me on his command. There’s no point to this if Jillian and I don’t live.
Jillianneeds to live. She deserves to go on. Like I considered that night I killed Balor’s bullies, no one will miss one O’Rourke. Ma’s counting her days. Da’s in his own fucking world as usual. What’s more important to a man like Lazaro Scava? Trafficking some woman he doesn’t care about, or killing a consigliere? One he can spend hours torturing and brag about all over town?
“All right, Scava,” I hiss, mentally preparing to offer myself. Throw my hands up so long as he lets Jillian go.
“Toss me your gun and come out from behind the desk,” Scava growls. “I’ll let you watch. Sorry if it’s not in your car or on her balcony.”
This man’s had me cornered the entire time.
“Eoghan, no!” Jillian whines, for some reason pronouncing my name like she did the night I met her.
Is her brain misfiring? Is she having an episode? What’s changed? What’s wrong with her?
“My men and I are going to dump so much cum into this beautiful hole.” Lazaro spreads her plump cheeks.
“Ouch!” She squeaks, breaking me.
Dump so much cum…
Jillian let me fuck her without a condom for a week. She hadn’t been on her pills for long.
So much cum…
Cum, my cum.
I dumped a truckload of cum into her.
I’d bet my life she wasn’t fully protected.
A blaze of fury burns through my body.
“Scava, you think you know so fucking much.” Strength returns to me. “My woman you’re about to rape is pregnant with my child!”
Jillian turns her head, her questioning eyes searching for me.
I dumped so much seed into you, and you orgasmed each and every time, you have to be pregnant.
I give Jillian a stern look to keep her head down. Her arse hanging out enrages me, but not at the expense of losing my focus again.
A bullet in my head means her body will be this animal’s toy.
“I’m going to give you two seconds to toss your gun down and get the fuck off the mother of my child!”
“Fuck,” Lazaro mutters, like he knows he’s crossed a line and fell into a landmine.
“Let’s chalk this up to a misunderstanding,” I say, because even though my gun is trained on his head, he can kill Jillian at any time. “This is your town, Scava. Give me my woman. I’m taking her home with me. She’s not prosecuting your case. And I have a copy of your evidence in my suitcase. It can be at the bottom of the Hudson River by midnight. Give me Jillian and we’ll be wheels up and out of here within the hour. My brother’s plane is at the airport waiting for me.”
Lazaro is stock still, staring at her. He owns this city, he can make up any story he wants about why he let us go.
“I’m standing up, Scava. We’re high-ranking men in our families. You’re the underboss for fuck’s sake,” I spit through my teeth to shame him.
He’s got a solid operation going here. And he put it at risk.
“I expect this kind of despicable irrational behavior from capos and soldiers.”
“Like your brother, Lachlan?” Lazaro Scava stands up, head held high. Defiant prick.
I crawl around his desk and with Jillian in my reach, I lunge forward, scoop her up, and tuck her behind me. If we’re going to die, we’re going to die together.
Scava and I face each other, the barrels of our guns aimed at each other’s head.
“Boss!” Someone yells from the hallway.
Shite.
“I got this under control,” Lazaro yells to them.
No, he’s too proud to be rescued.
Eejit… But his bravado is good for me.
“I will let you have her, O’Rourke. But I get to fuck your whore in the cunt as payment for your brother killing my hitman.” He smiles sickeningly, undoing his belt. “Then you get to watch me fuck her ass as punishment for you coming into my club, my turf, and pointing a gun at my head. I don’t care who she is to you. Or that bastard baby she’s carrying. I do what I want in this town and that means…”
“You deserve to die,” Jillian grunts, brandishing a small hand gun.
Before I can stop her, she fucking shoots Lazaro in the head.