Chapter 21 #2
“I’m here, Aleks, you can’t get rid of me—not that easily.
” Her voice was still drenched in lust even after she came so beautifully for me, multiple times.
“The stress of The Ludi’s just getting to me.
My nightmares…are getting so bad I hardly sleep anymore, knowing that they’ll find me so easily…
” Her voice trailed off as she attempted to turn.
A weary fatigue met my stare as she attempted to reassure me and failed. My cock slipped out of her as she made eye contact with me. “Since you got me so dirty, what do you think about now getting me clean?”
Slipping from the sheets, Lenochka stood, stretching her arms and arching her back as she posed completely nude, her hand tweaking the piercing through the nipple on her left breast, one that was begging me to give it a matching pair. Maybe hoops this time so I can chain them during sex.
Her pale skin was flushed from pleasure, and her hair was mussed, some from sleep, but mostly from my hands—me.
Dragging her hands down her body, she stopped to slide her fingers through my cum sliding down her thighs.
Bringing it up to her lips, she licked her fingers clean as she twirled and left me watching her from the tangled mess of sheets. Goddamn, she’s perfect for me.
“It’s my turn to play. I hope you’re ready, King…
” Her voice tapered off as she entered the ensuite bathroom, the faint sound of my shower turning on followed as she disappeared completely from view.
Standing, I stalked toward her, a grin lingering on my face as I fisted my already hard dick, chuckling as I thought about how Cameron would likely want to shoot me for the number of times I was about to have Lenochka scream for me again.
Running my hand through my hair again, I smirked, thinking about how I was going to have to listen to Cameron bitch and moan again about needing to bleach his eyes and brain after he had to listen to me fuck Lenochka for a third, or was it the fourth?
Damn, she would have loved this…I wish she hadn’t needed to leave.
My smirk grew as I remembered the way she begged so beautifully for my cock in the shower this morning and then how I had gotten down on my knees for her in my closet as we got dressed.
The way her skin turned a rosy shade of pink as I fucked her into the shower wall and filled her cunt with my release until it dripped down her thighs and into the drain at our feet.
“Get that look off your face.” Cameron’s agitated snarl had me turning my head toward him once more.
“I know what that look means, no. No. Stop.” Gagging dramatically, he pretended the thoughts of Lenochka choking on his cock again wouldn’t be something that would get his cock hard.
“I didn’t ask you down here to have you drool over the Little Queen.
News was shared last night. News you need to hear. ”
Nodding my head, I tilted my chin in the direction of the basement door, a signal that further conversation should be done away from where any prying ears could hear.
We made our way into the basement, which I had redone once the manor became mine.
Turning left, we entered a room that had been soundproofed and hidden behind the wall.
Scanning my eye and finger to bypass the security measures, we entered my inner sanctum.
Turning the light on, I breathed in a sigh of relief, briefly glancing around to see if everything was as it should be.
My shoulders relaxed when nothing seemed out of place.
Walking further into the room, I heard a noise that should not be possible.
An almost silent tick. The sounds of a watch, ticking around a clock.
A noise that followed only one man I knew.
Scanning the seats surrounding the table placed in the centre of the sanctum, I looked for the one that was no doubt turned a smidge the wrong way.
The one who was still cast mostly in shadow and turned just enough to hide the presence of the only man who could override my security and any locks I put in place.
Sitting on the throne at the head of the table, encased in darkness, a single flame appeared, followed by the inhale and exhale of nicotine, the hiss eerie in the silent room.
Turning the light on behind him, the face of the man became visible as The Shadows receded.
A man who was banished from The Cove years ago.
A dirty secret and the bastard born heir whose lineage threatened to tear into the peace the wealthy loved to attempt to keep.
With an arrogance only a true Ellsworth son could hold, Kellan vonBermere-Ellsworth elegantly stood as he stepped from the shadows surrounding him.
He wore crisply pressed slacks and a perfectly tailored button-down shirt, his pristine appearance at odds with his leather jacket and scuffed biker boots.
Dark violet eyes that were once filled with a childish naivety now held a hardened edge, as he locked gazes with me before sliding a look of pure ice and loathing at Cameron behind me, a warning or a threat that a bigger monster now stood in the room.
Tattooed fingers relentlessly flicked and twirled a lighter as he waited for a welcome, his silent demand for a show of respect, which he no doubt expected me to give.
On his face, there was a slight curl of his lip that would be barely noticeable to anyone but me.
It was the same glint of smugness, a hint of knowing.
I spent years seeing it mirrored in my Lenochka’s gaze all through Prep.
It lined his mouth before he wiped any hint of amusement from his face, replacing it with an eerily calm facade.
The crack in his posh features revealed the expression that so few in this world would ever live long enough to see.
The Ellsworth enforcer. My brain whispered the title to me, telling me this was one moment I should take seriously, knowing Kellan was not the only one who bore the weight of the name that his line forced down upon him.
“The black sheep of two founding lines returns.” The words tasted like ash on my breath. “The prodigal son and the most infamous Rose, The Guilda ever inducted, now stands before me…”
“I’m here for her, you motherfucker. The Guilda may think they control me, but they’ll never be able to outsmart me. Even in their dreams.”
Kellan’s voice was still as arrogant and prideful as ever, except now his British accent was heavier and carried a hint of something that warned of danger if you prodded too much.
A trauma that had yet to heal. Like a whet stone that sharpened a blade, giving me insight into where he was holed up for the past three years away from the eyes of the world.
Home. He had returned home, to Alabastor Cove, in order to reclaim something that the vonBermeres had stolen from him all those years ago.
“Come on, Aleks, you know they would’ve never allowed me to forget the hold they believe they have over me.
” A thread of anger lined the air of calm he was trying to exude, alerting me that while his words said it was Lenochka’s request for being back, there was something else dragging him here so soon.
A reason he would give up his presence this soon after stepping back onto a long-played game between the vonBermere family name, the Ellsworth line and him.
“You found something worse.” The words, worse than the line inducted as the new head, were voiced silently at the end. “Found something that even has the ever-stoic Rose quaking in fear.”
“You’ll want to sit down for this.” He motioned to the chairs pulled out next to his, as he began to set up a multitude of laptops and gadgets he never travelled without. “This news is something no one can prepare for. Brace yourself.”
Kellan clicked on the television behind me, fiddling away on his laptop as he brought up a video and hit play.
A reedy voice filled the air—a voice that made my hair stand on end and had Cameron fisting his hands at his sides.
A grainy feed showed the clandestine meeting between two people, who should have no reason to be together or hidden from the street.
A tall man stood just outside of the light shining into the alley, his shoulder and foot just lit enough to see the gun hidden in his pocket.
A second man entered the alley, walking up behind the first, drawing a blade from his pocket. Sneaking up behind the man, he pushed him into the light shining on the alley.
“The boy, the identity has been confirmed. No?” A rough demand as the man’s face was caught in clear focus on camera. “The bloodlines have been called into order to demand the boy answer his fate before the new head is called into duty.”
The sound of the safety dropping is heard as the first man snaps his head back, trying to break the hold.
“Let go and I will tell you.” The knife and arm circling his neck dropped as the second man stepped back.
“The DNA confirmed who the boy belongs to. The boy will be what implodes some of the oldest founding families The Guilda Sanguis Venenati has ever seen. His death will cause streets to run red and lead to a war the underworld and The Guilda have never seen.”
A ghost of a smile lined the second man’s face as the other continued to relay the information granted. “The boy is the son of none other than two lines of Russian Bratva royalty, hidden among shadows and snakes and protected in a way that makes anyone who dares to break in seem insane.”
A glint of understanding dawned on the face of the man holding the knife. “The boy is the son of H—” His sentence was cut off as a bullet lodged between his eyes.