Chapter 6 Kingston #2
“Oh yeah? Do you really want that?” I ask, tearing her skirt up to her waist. My fingers graze her pussy as I flash a malicious smile. “If I remember correctly, my cum is already inside you. So my hands aren’t really an issue, right?”
“You’re a fucking pig.” Her eyes darken.
My cell phone pings, interrupting the X-rated thoughts zapping my mind. I dig it out of my jacket pocket and stare at the text from Ray. We have visitors.
Now that the moment is ruined, I release her.
The whisper of fabric falling over her long lean legs meets a sigh that almost sounds like disappointment.
Livvie pours herself a straight whiskey and knocks it back, saying nothing after she swallows, even though her cheeks are pink and there’s a noticeable flush spreading across her chest.
My wife isn’t immune to the Viacava charm—and fuck, I can’t lie. I’d love to see her riding my dick again wearing that dress.
Squaring my shoulders, I throw her a glance before texting a response.
Seconds later, there’s a loud knock at the door and one of my guys answers it. I leave Livvie with her drink and cross the foyer.
A tall man dressed all in black faces me, his beady eyes making the hairs on the back of my neck shoot up. My father stands next to him.
I furrow my brow. “Who the hell is this?”
“Arturo Mancini,” my father announces, moving past me.
“And he’s gate-crashing my wedding night because…?” I fold my arms, facing off with the stranger in my doorway.
“You’ll want to invite him in, Kingston,” my father tells me. “He’s here on official business as an enforcer for the Red Tribunal.”
“The Red Tribunal?” Livvie repeats. “What’s that?”
When my father offers her a blank stare, not giving her question airtime, she rolls her eyes and throws her hands into the air.
“Sorry, Da,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her words. “Was the little wifey not supposed to open her mouth?”
My father exhales and shakes his head. I know what it means, what he wants me to do, but I’m not sending her to bed, even if she’d likely challenge me to break it beneath her. Truth is, we’re both in the dark and we were the only targets tonight.
“Enlighten us, Dad, yeah,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Tell her who the Red Tribunal are. You’ve only warned me about their power but you’ve never explained the extent of their reach or who runs it. Livvie deserves to hear the truth, too.”
Livvie hitches the hem of her dress and glides closer. “Is Red Tribunal a security firm? My father mentioned them to me a few weeks ago. He didn't go into detail, though. All he said was they have the power to destroy all of us overnight.”
My father clucks his tongue, letting out a hiss of frustration.
“The Red Tribunal is a classified organization that all of us are members of. Arturo is an enforcer and not the type of man who pays regular home visits. So quit asking questions.”
When he throws out that comment, his glare lands on Livvie and for some reason my hackles flare. I don’t let it show, though.
“What kind of organization?” I press. “I need more details than that.”
Arturo and my father exchange a glance, and still, Arturo doesn’t speak.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Kingston,” my father grits out. “He has a message to pass on. One you’d better pay attention to.”
Arturo steps forward and clears his throat like he’s about to read me my rights. “If this union of the Viacava and O’Callaghan families fails, so will your empires.”
“Well, that’s fucking cryptic,” I say with a sharp laugh. “You cockblocked me to repeat something we already know?”
Livvie crosses her arms, nudging her tits a little higher, not realizing how it sets my skin on fire. “There was no cockblocking needed, Kingston. That thing won’t come anywhere near me.”
“Tell that to your—”
“This is exactly the shit we’re talking about,” my father warns, glaring at me. “Whenever you're in company, act like you’re in goddamn love.”
I scowl at Arturo. “You forced us together for business interests. Because you wanted to build a stronger empire, not knock it the fuck down. My wife and I already know why we tied the knot and what’s at stake, so why the fuck are you really here, Arturo?”
My dad’s face twists into a grimace. “You are not listening, son. This isn’t about business. It never was. The stakes are higher than either of you can imagine.”
“Great, so not only are we dealing with an assassination attempt, but we also have the weight of our families’ worlds hanging around our necks like a noose and a lot of circular talk,” Livvie snaps. “No pressure, Lorenzo.”
Dad turns to Livvie.
“Learn your place, woman,” he growls.
My blood boils. “She knows her place, and it’s here, in this home that you're standing in. Show my wife some respect or use the door.”
Livvie catches my eye and a shadow moves across her tight features. Perhaps she’s shocked at how I came to her defense. Or maybe she understands I'm a quick study, and I always win the game.
“I already know my place and it’s not here,” she says. “I don’t care about the reasons we were thrown together. This won't work. I want out.”
Dad steps toward her and I can practically smell the smoke coming out of his ears. “There is no out, Olivia. Unless you have a death wish?”
I narrow my gaze when Arturo speaks next. “If you leave, you’ll be dead by morning, and then the rest of the O’Callaghans will be next. Destruction will follow. That’s what your disobedience will earn. You’ll hear from us in due course.”