Chapter 28 Gio
Gio
She took a fucking page out of Scotty’s book.
For as long as I could remember, he would wear those long, heavy coats, always concealing weapons when we’d go places. The irony that she’d used his classic move while double- crossing him brought a proud smile to my face. But I immediately squashed it because what she did was dangerous as hell.
Once she returned to the car, she tried to resume her position in front, but I stepped out and held the door open for her.
“Funny you think you have a choice, Elvis.”
She rolled her eyes before handing me her guns, which I placed in the rear hatch of the car.
Moments later, she was buckled into the back, behind Kingston’s seat, with her arms crossed. My brother took off while I turned in the seat and faced her. “The fuck, Elvis?”
She shrugged. “I told you to trust me.”
“You didn’t tell us shit, which made this entire situation dangerous,” Kingston snapped from his place in front.
“If I told you guys what I was planning, you’d stop me.”
I laughed sardonically. “No shit. Did you even consider he might have had a sniper set up, or even Scotty himself could have been watching and took you out? ”
Her eyes narrowed shrewdly before throwing her hand out.
“You guys had your men watching everyone. Of course, I considered it, but I know Scotty. He won’t hurt me or take me out.
I’m his little personalized Swiss Army knife.
He wants me alive because in his mind, he created me.
All he’ll do is hit back by taking something important to me, which I fucking hope isn’t Carter or one of you. ”
“You’re not going to lose one of us, Elvis. Or Carter. Your dad already helped them move to a secure location.”
Kingston began traveling to the safe house we’d selected to sleep in for the night. It was some place he hadn’t told his men, or even me about, but since it was a few hours back to North Carolina, we needed a place to stop for the night.
“So, what’s your plan now? Are you trying to get him to come to the manor or what?”
Presley crossed her leg over her knee, and it made my eyes drop and my cock twitch.
She looked so fucking gorgeous tonight, and that was one reason I was so pissed off when we began driving.
In my head, she was dressing up for another alliance.
Another man who would fall hopelessly in love with her, abandoning his loyalty to his family and his plans, because Presley was impossible not to fall in love with.
I saw how Fernando looked at her. I saw exactly what he’d wanted when she walked toward him. Even covered by her coat, he wanted her for his own nefarious, twisted purpose. I hated this idea that I’d have to share her.
I hated sharing her with my twin, and yet, that I could at least accept.
I could stomach it because it meant she was with me at night, and I still had her to myself when I wanted.
It was enough for me, but this idea that Scotty was still trying to reach in and toy with her future set me on edge, enough that I was ready to hit something.
Suddenly, Presley slid her hand over mine and gently tugged it over to her lap.
“I don’t have a plan except that I wanted to kick the beehive hard enough, they’d know I’m a threat.”
My brother caught my eye in the mirror, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
By doing all this, she was falling into Scotty’s plans. He wanted her to become a weapon. He wanted her to be a tool to be used for his means. Fuck, there wasn’t even any evidence that he didn’t want Fernando taken out himself, and knew simply by suggesting an alliance, Presley would do it.
I refused to tell her that because she might come to her own conclusion, then be angry with herself for fulfilling it. The only real way to defy Scotty would be by her living her life and forgetting him. Forgetting Markos and leaving this plan for vengeance behind.
“Why are you mad?” she whispered, scooting closer to me.
I glared out the window, doing my best not to lash out at her. That toxic, angry fighting shit was her and Kingston’s thing, not hers and mine. I always kept a level head. I always remained calm, and I always remained peaceful with her.
But inside, I felt anything but peace.
Presley kept moving until she was straddling my lap and holding my jaw in her hands.
“Please talk to me.”
I grabbed her hand and stopped her from stroking over my face. “I don’t want to talk.”
Her brows caved inward as her lips pursed.
“Gio, please.”
“I’m angry,” I snapped, and the way she winced had me instantly feeling like shit.
She was about to slide off my lap, but I felt guilty for being so harsh. I gripped her thighs instead, hoping to stall her. “How come you can fight with Kingston and take his rage and yell back, and you guys end up fucking, but with me, if I raise my voice, you cry?”
Her expression didn’t shift; it only worsened as more tears flowed down her face. “I don’t like when you’re mad at me.”
“Well, too fucking bad. I am, and I want to fuck you the way Kingston gets to fuck you when he’s mad.”
“That’s different, bro,” my twin replied from the front.
Presley was still trying to get off me, but I continued to hold her firmly when I yelled, “How?”
“Because it is. You never get mad at her…it’s like building up a tolerance to something. I’m always an asshole, and I always say shitty things, and Presley says them back. She’s a brat, and our dynamic works in some fucked-up way,” Kingston explained.
“Well, I want to be that guy tonight.”
Kingston shook his head. “You won’t like yourself afterwards. That takes the same amount of tolerance being built.”
“It’s fine,” Presley said, swiping at a few of her tears.
“If you think you need that, then fine. Take me rough and be just like Kingston is with me.”
“I want to punish you, Presley. I want you to get it through your head that you can’t walk up to a group of trained mafia soldiers and just start shooting. You could have been killed or abducted. Fuck, do you have any idea what that felt like to see you walk toward them?”
“No, but you’re punishing me right now by being distant and mean. It’s like the sun refusing to shine,” she cried.
I searched her eyes, wishing it was brighter in the car, so I had a better view of that sparkling blue framed by thick black lashes.
“You promised to be my sky, Gio. To always find me when we got lost. I get that you’re upset but—”
“It’s not just that…” I shook my head, “It’s this need for vengeance you have. It’s going to get you killed. You’re playing right into Scotty’s hand by needing to find him and wanting to kill them. You know the best way to defy Scotty?”
She sat back, still trying to get free, but I held firm, keeping her in my lap. “How?”
“You live. You laugh, and you do exactly what you’re doing now. Farm, plant, fuck. Do all those things.”
She flung her arms wide. “And never leave the house for fear that we’re being hunted?
That’s not a life either. I don’t want to be in hiding anymore.
I don’t want to train and be ready for a war.
I want to smile up at the sun when it shines, and I want to be loved by the both of you.
I want to be a mother one day. I want all of those things, but I don’t get any of it if he’s still alive. ”
“You know we could protect you. It’s why you’ve been at ease on the farm.
Deep down, you know he can’t get through our men or what we created.
We set all that up, risked everything so you would feel that peace at home.
This isn’t about not getting to be a mom or being at peace. This is about Adrian.”
She shook her head. “It’s not.”
“Your need to avenge Adrian is so strong that you’ll risk losing us,” I retorted angrily.
This time, when she tried to crawl off my lap, I let her go.
“Fuck you, Gio.”
“Am I wrong?” I gripped her chin so that she was facing me again.
She tried to push at me, but instead I pulled her closer and began kissing down her neck. “Am I wrong, Elvis?”
“I would never risk losing either of you,” she replied in a whisper, but she was wrong about that, too.
She had jeopardized us before all to protect her family.
“You risk us every time you engage with Scotty. Every time you need to get back at him, we’re in danger. So stop lying.”
Our faces were close now, and I felt her tongue begin tracing my jaw. I thought she’d want to start kissing, or making out until she bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuckkk.” I pulled away in pain.
Sounding more determined than ever, she said, “I’m not lying, Gio. I haven’t risked you, and I wouldn’t.”
I glanced at my brother, and he smirked. “See, she’s a brat. Now punish her like one.”
The gleam in Presley’s eye was already there, so I pulled her face in and harshly kissed her. Our tongues moved angrily, and her nails began digging into my arms. I groaned while lifting her, and then we pulled apart. I moved her so that she was on all fours.
Pushing her head down into the seat, I flipped up her dress and yanked down her tights.
“Tell me what to do next,” I said to my brother while staring down at Presley’s ass. Her pussy gleamed with wetness; even in the darkened car, I could see how soaked she was.
“Push your fingers into her cunt, three of them, and don’t be gentle.”
I did exactly what he said, which made Presley cry out.
“Pull ‘em out and then shove them back in a few times,” Kingston ordered.
The sound of her cunt being stretched and played with filled the car, along with her tiny whimpers. “Now what?”
“Slap her pussy.”
My hand stalled midair. “Her pussy or her cheek?”
“You’re going to slap her pussy. Tilt her up more, make sure her face is against that seat so hard, her fingers should be gripping the leather. I want to be able to hear you slap it.”