Chapter Twenty-Three
K endrick rode up to King’s house with Sutton behind the passenger seat and Andre driving. He swore it was like déjà vu all over again. Only this time, the president invited them to the main house, where he and his ole’ lady lived for breakfast, saying it was safest.
“Are you sure they don’t mind you bringing me with you?” Sutton asked.
He reached back, settling his hand on her thigh. “Passerotta, you’re with me. Where I go, you go.”
“That doesn’t mean they invited me, Kendrick Calderone.”
Andre barked a laugh.
“She’s got your number, Boss.”
Kendrick pointed his finger at his friend. “Don’t start giving her any ideas. Listen, I wouldn’t do shit that I didn’t think was copacetic. Capisce?” Kendrick asked, his eyes cutting to Andre. The other man grinned, lifting his shoulders in a shrug that set Kendrick’s teeth on edge.
“You two, stop it, or you’re both grounded.” Sutton’s fingers moved to his neck, massaging the tense muscles like she knew he needed the touch.
“We’re here,” Andre announced, cutting off the engine. He got out before Kendrick could reach over and punch him.
“You’re a miracle worker. That man has only ever smiled when he’s...err, never mind.” Kendrick shoved the door open. He hurriedly opened the back door for Sutton, noticing her wide eyes were on Andre.
“Are you saying you’ve seen him doing the dirty deed?”
Kendrick pulled Sutton against his chest, wrapping his arms around her more petite frame. Although she was tall for a woman, he still had several inches on her at six feet three. Her five foot-eight frame was tiny in comparison.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”
She hesitated. “Lord, I don’t think I do because then I’d have other ones. That’s a whole can of things I’d probably need to bleach from my brain. So, nope, pretend I didn’t ask.”
He barked a laugh, holding her in his arms while they swayed back and forth. Jesus, she made him feel lighter, yet in the house behind him, there was going to be a shitstorm waiting.
“You two done acting like lovesick fools out there?”
Kendrick lifted his left hand, flipping King off.
“Nah, your ass is probably hairy. I prefer a nice round petite feminine ass that’s attached to my ole’ lady. However, if you like a spanking, I have friends—” a woman’s cough cut off King’s words.
“Hey, you two, come on in. I made egg bake and waffles. I hope you’re hungry,” Ayesha yelled.
“I do love both of those things. Um, Kendrick?” Sutton tugged on his shirt.
“Yeah, baby. What is it?” He turned, stopping to stare at her.
“I hope you don’t change your opinion of me when you see me attack a waffle with the voracity of a starving velociraptor.”
He tapped her nose, bent, and kissed her lips. “Velociraptors are carnivores.”
“I know. But just imagine what they looked like when they attacked their first meal after starving for like weeks on end. That is what I will look like when I have a waffle with syrup in front of me.” She pretended to eat in a very angry way, making him laugh.
“As long as it’s not my dick your chewing like that, I don’t give a fuck what or how you eat. Hell, you need to keep your strength up for what I have planned for you.” He gave her ass a swat as they began walking.
“You’re such a naughty man.”
“Mmm.” He followed her up the steps to the front door. Sutton had no clue just how dirty he truly was. She’d learn and, hopefully, love every aspect of him and his desires. From what he’d seen about her, she liked things on the darker, somewhat taboo side. Although some of his friends shared their women, that was a line he would never cross. Although if he’d been married to Taysey, he honestly wouldn’t have cared who she'd slept with one way or the other. That right there should’ve been a red fucking flag that their marriage wouldn’t work.
“I hope you both brought your empty stomachs. Ayesha made three pans of egg bake and enough waffles to feed an entire NFL football team.” King shook his head, smiling as if he were proud of his wife.
“I’m starving. Like I told Kendrick, I have no manners when it comes to waffles.”
Sutton patted King on the shoulder as she passed the man. Her easy action showed she’d begun to relax around him.
“Go on into the kitchen. Ayesha’s in there, and Tiana is on her way. Kendrick, can I speak with you in the great room for a moment?” King motioned to the left.
“I’ll be there in a second. Save a couple of waffles for me.”
“Andre is in there with the girls,” King said, watching Sutton walk through the entryway toward the back of the house where the huge kitchen was.
“I tried calling Jeter and Vittoria. Neither of them are answering my calls. The hotel said they never checked out, yet their things are no longer there.” He ran his hand down his chin.
“Keys said there is no sign that Frankie has your brother or Vittoria. When he and Taysey left the casino, the cameras captured them for miles until they hit a tunnel several hours away. That’s when they boarded a boat down in San Diego. The vessel’s name was Daciana. We’ve been tracking it, and trust me, there have been no flights landing near the waterways where they could’ve hightailed it to any location near Jeter and his wife.”
“Okay, that’s reassuring. Fuck, I should’ve called and given them a heads-up about the shit going on back here. I was going to send a detail to protect them but thought they were safe since they were out of the country.” He wasn’t usually a talker. Sure, he could and would when the need arose. In his line of business, he was the one who ordered. Often times he listened and sent others to handle shit. When it came time for him to talk, he’d already gone through several scenarios, which meant he did not need to speak anymore. He chose his words deliberately for maximum accuracy, but they were few. A man of his word meant he kept his.
“Your brother and Vittoria were in Paris. That’s a far cry from California. If the fucker has friends who could reach them there, we’ll figure it out.”
Kendrick couldn’t counter King’s words. Hell, he hoped the man was correct. “Do you think the little shit left his cell back here?”
King tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Sheot, I never thought about that.” He pulled his phone from his back pocket. “Keys, are you able to trace Jeter’s cell?” There was a pause and a grunt. “Yeah, that was his brother’s question. Fuck, I guess I assumed he’d take it with him, too. How about Vittoria?” Another pause, this one longer.
Kendrick paced the floor in front of King’s fireplace several times, wondering how many times the man had done the same thing over difficult issues.
“Thanks, brother. Yeah, keep me posted.”
His head came up as King pocketed his phone. “Jeter left his cell at his house. Fucking idiot. Vittoria’s got hers, though. Keys is tracking it. They’re in Paris, and they’re moving. I think Frankie is fucking with us ’cause it looks like they’ve been to all the places lovers go, including the Eiffel Tower and some fancy restaurant. I’m assuming they took their luggage because they will be staying at a different hotel. I don’t know about you, but when I check out of a hotel, I don’t always go and check out since I assume the front desk will know I’m gone if it was my last day or whatever.” King cracked his knuckles.
“Obviously, Frankie the fuck has Jeter’s whereabouts or a little intel on his itinerary. Or he’s guessing. Either way, we need to get ahold of the little shit so he’s not walking around Paris without a care in the world when there could be a threat looming. Although the bastard is on some boat in the middle of the ocean, we can’t discount the fact that he could have a reach that extends to Paris.” Kendrick knew without a doubt he had people who could be in every part of Europe and several other parts of the world with the snap of his fingers. His baby brother leaving his link to not only his MC family but to him, thousands of miles away, filled him with exasperation.
“I know you’re frustrated. Trust me, I want to strangle him for his actions. When he gets back, I’ll have him doing shit he’ll hate for a week straight. He’ll learn to remember the small details like taking his motherfucking phone with him like it’s his goddamn dick.”
“I knew I liked you and not in a stick any part of you anywhere near me, asshole. I think your ole’ lady likes you and your cantankerous bits. I’d hate to explain to her why I had to remove a vital part because you were too handsy for my liking.” Kendrick shook his head with a smirk, dodging the arm King tried to place over his shoulder.
“See, you’re trying to hurt my feelings.”
“Is he trying to put the moves on you?”
Ayesha walked in wearing an apron that said Property of King with a skull wearing a crooked crown and a large set of bright red lip prints off to the side and down low.
King held his hands in the air. “Now, little dove, do you honestly think I’d ever put the moves on anyone other than you?”
She strolled into the room, hips swaying with a smile on her face. “Only if you thought it would make them uncomfortable or to torture someone.”
King looked over Ayesha’s head to where Kendrick stood and winked. “Are you feeling either of those things?”
Kendrick laughed. “No.”
“Come on. I swear I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that the lord could create another man like my husband, but for some reason, I fear they didn’t break the mold after him.” Ayesha tried to take a step back from King after she spoke. The much bigger man grabbed her by the hips, lifting her until she was eye-to-eye with him.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure they broke the mold after I was born. However, some asshole decided to put it back together, and it got a little twisted. I swear, I’m an angel.”
“Hmm, I don’t know how much I believe that. If you keep spouting all that nonsense, someone is liable to believe it.” She laughed.
King tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A loud slap filled the room, followed by her yelp. “Woman, as soon as our company is gone, I guess I’m going to have to teach you who the fuck is the boss around here. There’s a present I haven’t given you yet. I think you’ll enjoy it, or at least I will. I had it made just for you. I can’t wait to see what your lips look like wrapped around it.”
Ayesha let out a moan of pure pleasure while Kendrick’s dick jerked, thinking of Sutton’s mouth wrapped around his dick.
Another slap and moan had him hurrying ahead of the couple, giving them a little privacy while he got a chance to get his dick under control. Hell, he couldn’t walk into the kitchen with a raging boner, or they’d think he and King were doing some kinky shit. Fuck that. Eyeing a doorway to the right of the large open kitchen, he entered it when he realized it was a bathroom. When he emerged and searched for Sutton, he found her sitting at the table. She had two plates in front of her. One had half a waffle left on it, and there was a smaller one next to it, with what he assumed was the award-winning egg bake.
Ayesha stood at the large island with King next to her. A blush highlighted her cheeks as she filled a plate and handed it to her husband.
“This looks delicious, Ayesha.” It honestly looked like a restaurant setup. Her eyes brightened with his praise.
“Take a seat, and I’ll bring you a plate.” Ayesha waved toward the table.
“No need to do that. I’ll help myself.”
Andre snorted from behind him. “It’s best just to do as she says, Boss.”
King nodded, kissing his wife’s cheek. “Ayesha likes to handle the first serving. After that, you can come and get seconds.”