Chapter 26 Kieran
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Kieran
It's been a few days since the night of Ella's birthday gala, and things have been pretty quiet.
Which has me on edge, but I'm trying to take it all in.
Mia has been in good spirits since her and Ella made up the other night, despite Mikhail's efforts.
When Ella gave him a withering look, all I could think of was, Have fun sleeping on the couch, asshole. You deserve it.
The last few weeks since I stole Mia from her previous life have been filled with so many emotions, more her than me.
After realizing Mia doesn’t have a phone, I got one for her because now she has reconciled with her step-sister, she needs a way to be able to talk with her. Besides, now I have a way to talk with her when I'm away from her, even though that won't happen often.
Reaching for it, I pick it up, standing up, ready to give it to her. I walk out of my office, heading straight to the living room, which is where I left her last—reading one of the new books I got for her.
I smile when I see that I wasn't wrong—Mia hasn't moved a muscle since the last time I saw her. Needing to be near her, I sit down on the couch next to her, pulling her legs out from underneath her. "I have something for you."
She whips her head towards me, smiling at me. "What is it?"
"Here," I tell her as I hand the phone over to her. "I realized you didn't have a phone." Suddenly feeling a little unsure of myself for some reason.
She reaches out for it, pressing the power button. "I didn't have a phone when you found me. I couldn't afford one."
"I put my number, Ella’s, and some of my family in there. That way you can reach us, no matter what."
My heart explodes when she looks at me beaming. She places the phone down on the side table next to the couch, and a sliver of her shirt slides up, exposing a section of her skin, making my cock harden.
I begin thinking about sports because this isn't the time to think about ravaging Mia, she's probably going to want to talk to Ella now that she has the means, however, all of those thoughts are pushed from my head when she launches herself at me.
I catch her in my arms. Mia presses her soft lips all over my face as she mutters, "Thank you."
"You know I would do anything for you," I tell her as my hands slide under her shirt, needing to feel her skin.
Mia moves to slide down my body, kneeling between my legs. Fuck, she looks so beautiful like this. "Let me thank you properly," she breathes out, her fingers coming to my waistband and unbuttoning my pants.
"You don't have to," I tell her sincerely.
"I know. I want to, husband."
Oh shit. She's never referenced me as her husband and those words on her lips, has my cock straining even harder against my pants. I know that it's going to take everything in me not to come down her throat the moment her lips wrap around me.
The tension in the air is high as she pulls my pants down. I lift my ass, helping her and before I know it my pants are at my ankles along with my boxers. Mia's hand wraps around my cock, and I can't keep my eyes off of her, nor do I want to.
This is something that I don't want to forget. Not just her taking my cock in her mouth, but I want to relish in the fact that she is finally accepting me as her husband.
When her lips wrap around the head of my cock, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Her mouth feels so warm and silky, I'm not sure I've ever felt a blow job like this before.
Not one to hold back, my hands slide into her hair.
I pull at it a little, giving her a bit of pain, and me some control.
I don't ever look away as Mia guides my dick down her throat.
Her teeth lightly scraping against my shaft as she slides up and down.
The moment feels so intense, monumental. Mia continues to keep her eyes on me as she takes me deeper and deeper. My cock begins to swell, she must know I'm close because she tugs on my balls, making my orgasm wash over me.
I push her down my cock as she swallows every bit of my cum. She’s never looked more beautiful. Powerful. I thought that I was in control this whole time, but after this, I know I've never been in control because Mia has owned me this whole time.
Mia pops off my dick, wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand, grinning and I can't stop myself, blurting out, "I love you."
"What?" she says.
I cup her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Mia. I've been in love with you since the moment I had you."
"You love me?" she asks in a watery tone.
"Yeah. Every beautiful inch of you," I tell her.
Mia stands up, crawling into my lap when she admits, "I love you, too."
Not willing to question any of this, I press my lips to hers, once again letting every one of my feelings leak into it. I've never been great at words, I'm a man of action. My hands roam over her, needing to feel her skin on mine when my phone buzzes.
She pulls away. "Do you need to get that?"
"Just ignore it," I tell her before kissing her back. The phone stops but immediately starts ringing again. I pull away this time, reaching for it. "Fuck."
"Henry," I snap into the phone, pissed that someone is bothering my time with my wife.
"You need to come now. The Carrino’s hit us again," he says and his words have me straightening. Who would dare to hit another of our warehouses? What is Carrino up to?
"How do you know?" I demand.
"They left a calling card this time. Seriously, Kieran, come quick."
"I'll be there soon," I tell him, hanging up.
I look over at my wife and though I don't want to leave her I know I have to, others are counting on me to lead. To protect.
"Sorry, I have to go," I tell her, kissing the tip of her nose.
Mia doesn't hesitate as she gets up off my lap. "Don't worry about me. I'll just be here, reading."
"You have my number, call me if you need anything," I demand, pointing to the phone.
"I will," she replies.
Feeling satisfied that Mia will be fine at home and won't try to escape, I take a deep breath and head to the garage. She hasn't quite realized it—or if she has then she hasn't spoken about it—but the house and neighborhood has my men stationed throughout.
Driving through the streets, my mind switches from Mia to what Henry might have in store for me. By the time I pull up to one of our warehouses, my body is vibrating, ready to get this over with.
The moment I open the door, Henry is standing there, arms crossed, jaw clenched and I can tell he's mad as hell. "What do you have for me?"
Henry doesn't say anything, he just moves to the side, exposing a young man with a piece of tape across his mouth. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes for just a moment. Damn it. This man is more like a boy. He looks like he’s about nineteen years old.
I open my eyes, looking him up and down. He has sweat dripping down his forehead, he’s pale, and fear swirls in his eyes. Whoever he's working for is hiring them young—too young.
Letting out a sigh, I glance back over to Henry. "Have you got anything?"
"Not yet, we were waiting for you," Henry rumbles out.
I give him a manic smile, and slowly turn my head back toward the young man, sitting in the chair. "Are you going to tell me who you're working for?"
I have to give it to him, he's trying to stay strong when he shakes his head.
"No?" I ask, quirking a brow before ripping the piece of tape off. He lets out a loud scream.
"Let me tell you how this is going to go?" I tell him, circling around the chair he's sitting in. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and you're going to answer them.” Pausing in front of a tray with tools sitting on them, I begin to pick them up, examining each one.
I pick up the bolt cutters turning back toward the young man, moving until I'm standing right in front of him. I flip the bolt cutters back and forth, taunting him. A crazy smile spreads across my face. "Now, if you don't want to tell me then we have a few other ways to make you talk."
The man gulps when I tap the bolt cutters on the top of his hand. I can’t help but be pleased. It seems I’m having some affect. "Tell me, who do you work for?"
"Fuck you, motherfucker," he spits out at me, saliva hitting my chin.
Using the sleeve of my button up, I wipe the spit off, gritting my teeth. Maybe I was wrong, time to show him that I’m not playing.
I don't say anything to him, lining up his pinky finger with the bolt cutter. The moment he realizes what's about to happen he starts thrashing in the chair, but I don't let that deter me. I snap the bolt cutters, with utter precision and his pinky pops off.
His screams fill the room. Standing up, I reach for the blowtorch, turning it on, and feeling the heat from the fire.
Time to cauterize. I allow the manic feeling to take over, relishing it, knowing that I'm going to be maiming this person, letting him know that I can’t be beat.
Besides being inside Mia, this is the best feeling.
As the fire gets closer and closer to the young man in the chair, he begins to thrash and move more and more. Holding his hand down, I casually say with a wicked grin, "This will only hurt for a moment. We need to make sure it doesn't get infected."
Pressing the fire against the open wound, his screams are like a lullaby to my ears.
After a minute, I pull the fire away, placing the tools back on the tray.
I reach for the towel and start to dab the sweat off of my forehead.
By the time I finish drying off my face, the boy’s screams have died down to more of a whimper.
"Now, let’s try this again. Who are you working for?"
"C-car-Carrino," he finally spits out.
"Figures. Now what was the plan, before my man here caught you?' I ask him, this time though he doesn't answer, his head hanging. As if he is accepting defeat.
Henry interrupts first. "He was searching for something, but we couldn't figure out what."
"He didn't have anything on him?"
"No."
"Was there anyone else with him?"
"We saw a guy running off when we caught him."
I nod at his assessment, then I turn back toward the young man in the chair, who seems to have passed out. Time to get some more answers.
Smacking his cheeks, I smile at him. "Wakey. Wakey."
The man starts to rouse, his eyes going wide when he sees me, clearly remembering where he is. He begins to beg. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."
"Then don't make me ask you again. What were you doing here? My men said you didn't take anything—" That’s when it dawns on me. I look around the warehouse—this is one of our main ones. I'm not stupid, so I don't keep a paper trail, especially somewhere so easy to get to.
My head swings around, frantically searching the area when Henry asks, "What are you—"
I put my hand up, stopping him from talking. Henry gives me a questioning look, and I mouth to him, "They’ve bugged us." He nods understandingly.
I look at the other guys standing around, giving a signal for everyone to search. Everyone is knocking boxes over, looking under the tables, behind shelves—anywhere we could think to look.
"Kieran," Henry snaps, grabbing my attention. "I found one," he mouths, holding up a small device.
"Crush it," I tell him.
I watch him drop the device on the ground, I hear the crunch of plastic as he steps on it. My mind swirls with how we can easily find out if there are more devices. Taking a step outside, I pull open my phone and dial a number to ask someone I never thought I would call, for help.
"Kieran," his deep voice comes over the phone.
"Someone is trying to invade my business. Can you give me a device to look for bugs?" I ask him, not willing to do any small talk.
"Maybe," he says and I can hear his smile through the phone.
"Mikhail," I snap, hoping I won't have to use my secret weapon quite yet.
"Kieran," he replies calmly, which doesn't give me any hope he'll see reason.
"Mikhail, maybe I should ask my wife to speak with yours to get your help?." I state knowing that will get him leaning my way.
I can hear his teeth grinding against each other before he grits out, "Are you sure you want to use that card?"
I can tell I'm getting under his skin, making me feel a little gleeful. "Yes. I need this, Mikhail."
He hasn’t responded for so long, I start to wonder if he hung up, but then he declares, "Fine. I'll send Igor over."
"Thank—" I begin but he hangs up before I can, making me smile. Mikhail and I will never be friends, but we do have a link to each other that will make the other bend.
Fifteen minutes later, Igor is pulling up with a bug detector. He doesn't waste any time, which I appreciate, as he steps into the warehouse walking around checking for anything. Our warehouse is about three thousand square feet, and I watch Igor check every inch.
"I didn't find anything," he says with a Russian lilt.
Stupid fucks were only able to get in one bug.
"Thank you," I tell him. Igor nods his head and leaves.
Stepping back into the warehouse, I look back at the young man sitting in my chair, then I glance over to where my men are standing and point at Liam. "Take him down to the basement."
"Got it, boss," he says, walking over to the boy.
Turning back toward Henry an idea comes to me. "Elio Carrino came to me at dinner a while ago wanting to talk. Let’s go talk."