22. Declan
22
DECLAN
10 YEARS AGO
“ Y ou want to take this job?” Enrique Cabrera asks with an arched brow. “The hotel heist?” His tone is almost mocking, and it makes my fists clench at my sides.
“Yes. That would be the one,” I say, and tighten my jaw. The way he smiles at me makes me want to knock him square in the nose. “There a problem?”
He leans back in his chair and regards me with a curious look. “Last time I saw you and your crew,” he says slowly, “they tried to kill five of my men and cursed the very ground my family will be buried in.”
I shrug nonchalantly, and lean back in the chair I’m in, forcing my muscles to relax. “They got over it,” I lie smoothly. In reality, they have not gotten over it, and they would prefer to put a bullet in every one of these men without a second thought. They are untrustworthy, cynical, conniving, and ruthless.
“I’m sure they have. How’s Sullivan doing?” His voice is even as he asks about Hayden. I fight the urge to jump over the desk and choke him with my bare hands.
“Everyone is alive and well,” I say, and clench my teeth so hard that my jaw pops. “So about this job detail.”
Cabrera leans forward and folds his arms across the desktop.“Mainly surveillance. I want to hit the hotel without drawing attention, but they have a high-security detail and I haven’t been able to get close to the vault.”
“What’s in the vault?” I absorb the information as he speaks, my mind already working on a plan. “Is it a functioning hotel?” I need to know if civilians will be in the building. That’s not something I want to be dealing with.
“The same that’s in every fancy, heavily-guarded vault,” he says, and sniffs in disdain, like the answer is obvious and I’m just dense. Or he’s just due for his next fix and starting to get fidgety. Either is possible with this man. “The hotel is just a front, no one lives there. I have several teams already set up. They each have different jobs. What I need from you three is safe cracking, security hacking, and additional fire power.”
“So to be clear,” I say slowly, wanting to make sure he understands every single word I say. “No civilians, security and cyber detail, and a pay cut of what’s in the vault?”
“Si,” he confirms with a jerk of his head. “You will receive a 30% cut of what’s in the vault.”
I nod my head slowly. All of those things are possible and sound easy enough. “Why so many different set ups?” That’s the part that keeps pulling at my attention. It doesn’t feel right.
He shrugs his shoulders and leans back again, a look of boredom on his face. “To ensure that it gets done in a timely manner.”
I digest his words and my skin prickles. “This is a rat race.” I try to keep the venom from my voice, but do a piss poor job.
A slow smile spreads across Cabrera’s face. “Do you want the job or not, Kennedy?”
I take a slow breath and roll my shoulders until my neck pops. If I take this job I can never tell the boys where the money came from, but we so desperately need the cash to start a life here. “Yes.”
He stands and holds out his hand. “Excellent,” he says with a sinister smile. I wrap my fingers around his and he gives me a firm shake.
My skin crawls and my stomach drops to the floor. It feels like I’ve just made a deal with the devil and sealed our fates in the lowest level in Hell.
Emelia’s voice cuts through my memory, pulling me back to the present. “Hector, go make sure the space is set up. I want the security center available to Silas immediately. Hayden and Declan will need access to the armory.” We’re sitting around a circular table in a small conference room, having been released from our bonds with nothing short of vows of fealty to our queen.
Hector nods slowly and hesitates a moment too long, his eyes dragging up and down her form. He knows what’s about to happen, and he is pissed he’s about to miss it. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and moves forward to wrap her arms around his neck. She leans forward and scrapes her teeth across his earlobe, whispering something for only Hector to hear. His body goes rigid, every muscle tense, and I can see the front of his pants grow taut as her teasing does its job. She’s so sinfully devious, and she knows it.
I can’t wait to tan her hide for this. My palms are already tingling with the thought of painting her pale skin red. I watch as Hector disappears with Tobias, only to be replaced by another man dressed similarly to Hector. My nostrils flare and my skin tightens. I’m not sharing any more pieces of her, so this guy can just fuck right off.
“Marcus.” Emelia acknowledges him with a smile. “What’s up?” His eyes cut to the three of us, staring at him intently, and then back to Emelia. “It’s fine,” she says, and waves her hand at us. “They know.”
He lets out a long sigh and nods once before launching into a detailed account of their business ventures. I cut my eyes to Emelia and arch a brow, but she just shrugs me off. “Only a few people know who I really am,” she explains, and drops heavily into her chair. “Most people deal with Tobias and then he comes to me for orders. Sometimes I sit in on the meetings and give hand gestures that both Hector and Tobias look out for.”
My mind flits back to that very first meeting we had with Tobias and the way she moved her hands and her head. “You are a devious little minx, aren’t you?”
She grins and tilts her head to the side. “It’s safer that way. The people who know the truth are fiercely loyal and keep the others in line.”
Marcus clears his throat. “We don’t put up with any shit here. Emelia earned our trust and loyalty by putting herself into the trenches and doing the dirty jobs just like the rest of us. She saved my life once, and I swore to return the favor as often as possible. Though she does make it exceedingly difficult ninety-eight percent of the time,” he mutters loudly with a grimace.
“I can’t imagine,” Hayden quips with a smirk.
“Thank you, Marcus,” she says dismissively, and waves her hand.
Marcus looks at the three of us, his eyes shimmering with understanding. “Enjoy the ride, boys,” he calls over his shoulder as the door clicks shut behind him.
Hayden is up and has the door locked before I can even give the order. “I hope you know, Angel, that you have earned yourself one hell of a punishment for this. I can smell the ideas that Declan has cooked up from here.”
I stand and pull the chairs away from the table, dragging each one slowly to the wall. “Our theme of the day is denial.” I lick my lips and already feel my blood rushing south. “We’ve all had an issue with denying our feelings for too long. So now, we’re going to deny you your release.”
Silas moves until he’s standing behind Emelia. He grips her arms, holding her in place while Hayden drops open mouthed kisses along her neck. My fingers trace up her body until they are wound in the thick hair at the base of her neck. I grip hard, pulling until her face is upturned and she has no choice but to look into my eyes. “Take off your clothes. Now.” We release her at the same time and I smile as she slowly removes every piece of clothing hiding her body from us.
“Please let me go first,” Silas whines, and palms himself through his pants. I nod and gesture him forward. It’s the least he deserves for all that he’s been through. Silas surges forward and slants his mouth over hers in a searing kiss. My cock throbs heavily as I sit back and watch him pull away, bending her over the table.
Silas sinks to the hilt in one thrust, ripping a strangled cry from Emelia’s lips, and a shiver snakes up my spine. “Take it, Princess,” I growl deeply. “Remember, you don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir,” she sobs as Silas rocks his hips forward at a brutal pace. If he’s in pain, he doesn’t show it. He wraps her hair around his fist, pushes her cheek against the table, and fucks her like he hates her.
Hard.
Ruthless.
Fast.
It’s like he pours all of his pain, anger, and love into the motion of his hips. Emelia cries out and tries to push back against him, seeking friction. He yanks at her hair and she stills immediately. “You take me so well, baby girl, are you ready for me to fill this pretty pussy up?” She nods and mewls desperately.
My eyes drift to Hayden in the corner. He’s already pulled his cock out and is stroking it slowly, watching the two of them in the throes of passion. I have to admit, it is pretty erotic seeing my usually timid brother take control and fuck Emelia into a mewling mess.
Hayden strides forward until his chest is flush against Silas’s back. One of his hands wraps around Silas’s throat and the other slides down his abdomen. Hayden peppers soft kisses along the back of his neck. I watch as Silas jerks his hips forward, his rhythm faltering with Hayden’s hands on him. “Be a good boy and come for us, Si,” Hayden whispers, and it’s enough to send him over the edge with a groan.
“Stay there, Princess,” I order as Emelia sags against the table, and the two men switch places. Silas tucks himself away and drops into a chair, winded and shaking. Hayden slides into her easily, and drops his head back with a moan of pleasure.
“I can feel your cum, Silas,” he whispers, and pumps his hips slowly. “You filled her up.” He gathers her hair in his fist and pulls until her body is hovering over the table. “Let’s see how much she can take.”
My cock pulsates between my thighs and I have to fight the urge to pull it out and stroke it. My hips flex, seeking some form of friction, but I keep my fists clenched on my thighs. Watching her being filled repeatedly is not something I thought I would find attractive, but it’s hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to slip my dick inside and feel how full of cum she is.
Her legs start to shake and she releases a keening moan. “Please,” she begs desperately. “I need to come.”
I shake my head. “Not yet, love. Take your punishment.”
Hayden jerks his hips forward and a deep groan fills the room. “You’re doing so well, Angel. Can you feel my piercing rubbing that sweet spot? You’re so beautiful. So perfect,” he murmurs as he completely destroys her. “You’re mine, baby, and I want you forever.”
“Please,” she sobs, and I know it’s an excruciating form of torture. His sweet words mixed with his rough touches are her favorite thing. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he bites out, and drops her back onto the table. Both hands grip her hips as he pounds into her. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room. “And you will. Fuck! I’m coming, Angel.” He stills and I know that with every flex of his hips he’s pouring himself into her.
My stomach dips as I stand and pull my aching cock free. A thick stream of precum leaks from the tip as I approach her limp form. She’s breathing heavily and her muscles are quivering. A thick stream of white cum runs down the inside of her thigh. “One more, Princess. I want to see you swollen with our cum, and then I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see our faces every time you close your fucking eyes from now on.”
Her hips gyrate weakly as I grip her hips and sink into her to the hilt. She’s so tight, so warm. My cock slips in and out easily, and I can feel their cum mixing inside her. I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick gets even harder as I thrust inside her. I lean forward until my chest is against her back. “Look at them,” I command softly.
She turns her head to find the other two locked in a heated kiss. Hayden has Silas on his lap, facing out. Hayden bites and sucks on a spot on Silas’s neck and pumps his hand slowly up and down Silas’s hard cock. Emelia inhales sharply and tightens around me so hard that I almost can’t move.
I grin at her reaction and piston my hips in and out. I hit her so hard with each thrust that her body slides up and down the table. “Tell me,” I command softly and tighten my fingers around her hips.
She whimpers and groans softly as I hit her spot repeatedly. I feel her walls flutter and clench around me and pull out until just the head of my cock is inside her. I wait for her to stop throbbing and then thrust forward. “Tell. Me.” I punctuate each word with a hard punch of my hips.
I'm already so close. I can feel the tingling at the base of my spine and feel my balls tightening. I know when she says it I’ll lose it, but I’m ready. “Fuck,” I groan loudly, and inhale through my teeth. I open my palm and bring it down on her right asscheek with a loud crack. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.” Another smack. Followed by another.
She remains silent except for her whimpers and groans of pleasure at my relentless assault. I look down and find her watching the two across the room. I follow her gaze and fight not to let my jaw hit the floor. Silas has his pants down around his ankles and he’s leaning back against Hayden’s chest, still on his lap. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are closed, pleasure and pain clearly evident on his face.
Hayden rocks his hips up, sinking his hard cock to the hilt inside Silas. Silas lets out a keening wail and begins to pant heavily as Hayden slowly pumps his cock with a tight fist. “You’re so tight, Si. God, you feel so good,” he whispers, and increases his speed as Silas begins to relax into his hold. “Such a good boy, are you going to come for me?” Silas nods mutely, his mouth hanging slightly open as his body jostles on Hayden’s lap.
“Fu-fuck,” Silas groans, and his entire body goes rigid, his back arching and his knees spreading as Hayden spears into him. He lets out a loud groan as he comes undone. Emelia lets out a low moan as she watches jets of cum spurt from Silas’s throbbing cock.
My palm comes down and connects hard with her already pink and abused skin. Emelia lets out a shriek and I feel her tightening, her walls starting to flutter again. I drop another hard smack on her ass as I pound into her and she wails in pleasure. “I love you,” she sobs out with a pleasured moan. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” she chants as I grip her hips with both hands and fuck her hard.
My entire body tenses as her words wash over me, like a summer breeze warming my skin. I empty myself inside her with a roar and feel her walls spasm against my throbbing cock, milking every drop from me. She lets out a piercing groan as her entire body seizes up, and her orgasm grips her to the core. I feel her walls clench and unclench around my aching cock, pulling yet another jet of cum from me.
I stand behind her, still buried to the hilt, panting heavily. I can feel the wetness of our cum leaking out and down our legs, but I couldn’t care less. My fingers brush gently up and down her sides as I lean forward and place tender kisses up her spine, my muscles trembling slightly with the movement.
“We love you too, Em,” I whisper, and she just mewls in response, completely spent and incapable of conversation.
With great difficulty, I pull myself from her tight heat and look back over at Hayden and Silas. They’re both panting heavily, but tucked away and fully dressed. “Let’s hunt this son of a bitch down.”
What better way to prove our love and affection than with brutal torture and murder?