9. Vince
Vince
O rion was an insatiable cockslut, and I would have given up everything my family owned if it meant I could crawl inside the tight heat of his body and live there forever.
I lost count of how many times I made him come, not stopping even after he cried, and not slowing, even when all his body had to give me was a dribble of precum at the end.
I made him come until he was unconscious, then I tucked him into my bed and left him to sleep.
Orion was a fucking treasure, but that made him a liability.
He was beyond eager, more than willing, and the fact my father had…
the fact he’d done the things he had…it was inexcusable.
What made the whole thing worse was there was undoubtedly so much more that had gone on I wasn’t even aware of.
I’d walked in on Orion that one time, beaten and bloody and somehow, in my bones, I knew there was no way that was the worst of it.
He’d endured, and still he’d come to me, a willing fucking sacrifice.
Orion was a witch, the way he’d so quickly consumed me, body and soul. There couldn’t be another explanation for the way I felt about him.
The things I’d do for him.
I needed to clear my head before I did something inadvisable like lock him in the house so there was nowhere for him to go but to me.
No one to help him besides me. I didn’t want him incapacitated, but I wanted him owned .
Choking him out of consciousness had made me feel like a fucking king.
I’d come harder inside of him than I’d ever come in my life, and the way he made me keep replaying the video of his orgasm while he got himself off a second time…
“Don’t get distracted,” I told myself, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind me. It was blustery, and I tightened my coat before setting off down the block.
I called my home a house, but it wasn’t.
I’d lived in the same massive townhouse my entire life, just as my father and his grandfather had.
The town had built up around the estate, which meant I was as much in the heart of things as a family like mine needed to be.
We had a cabin on the lake toward the top of the state, but that was rarely used.
In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been there.
I made a mental note to ask Orion about the keys .
Orion.
Fuck.
Fuck , he was perfect. Perfectly fucking wrong.
I witnessed first-hand how willing Gideon and Fletcher had been to throw away generations of work in the name of love, and there was no way I was going to follow in their footsteps.
Their abdication of their positions and their families’ empires had put more on my shoulders than I’d bargained for, and I’d admittedly been shirking my duties when it came to leading the Angelini family.
I favored having my cock lodged deep in Orion’s throat, which made it hard to focus. And now that I’d had his ass…
I needed a new secretary. Someone who wasn’t a goddamn siren.
I’d made half a mile from the house, rounding corner after corner, not sure of where I was going besides out of my mind.
Tomorrow, I would start fresh. I would go into the office and I would lock myself away, no Orion to be seen, until I’d gotten my father’s affairs in order and was ready to assume ownership of my legacy.
Just as North and Sinclair had battled each other for years, there were threats to the Angelini name as well.
They were smaller and weaker than what Gideon and Fletcher had faced, but they were threats nonetheless and threats needed to be neutralized.
About a hundred feet ahead of me was a church, the streetlamps reflecting off the stained glass windows and casting rainbow shadows across the sidewalk.
I’d go to that corner, then turn around and head back.
I didn’t anticipate Orion waking up without me, though even if he did, it wouldn’t matter.
He’d lived in my home for years, and if I had my way, he’d stay there twice as long.
One foot into the shadows, and my phone buzzed against my thigh. I had no idea who would be calling this late and was beyond surprised to see Orion’s name on the screen when I fished it out of my pocket.
“I’m surprised you’re conscious,” I said instead of hello.
“Where are you?” His voice was tired, scratchy…scared.
“I just went for a walk. I’ll be back soon.”
“How soon? Where are you?”
I looked around, at the massive church steps to my right, the mile or so I’d walked behind me. “Twenty minutes or so. I’m fine. Are you hurt?”
“No. I’m…” He trailed off.
“You’re safe in my home. You know that, right?”
“But you’re not safe,” he said.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I touched the small of my back where I normally holstered my weapon to find I’d been so wrapped up in him that I’d left home without it. That didn’t matter, though.
“I’m fine, pet,” I promised. “Go back to sleep.”
“Vince,” he pleaded, sounding desperate. “ Sir .”
There was movement in my peripheral, and I looked up in time to see a figure step out from the shadows of the massive church doors.
“Orion,” I said softly, dread tangling itself into a knot at the base of my spine.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He gasped. He sobbed. He fucking cried. “I’m so sorry.”
The man in the shadows took one step toward me, and I turned to face him head on.
I wasn’t a coward and I knew what was coming next.
The bullet barely made a sound as it whizzed through the air, piercing me so quickly, I didn’t even feel it.
Warm blood trickled down the front of my chest, and I glanced down to see my white shirt already dark crimson.
My knees hit the sidewalk and my phone clattered onto the ground.
I heard Orion screaming my name, and then…
Nothing.