Chapter 12 #3
“She is a detriment to you, son. Unfortunately, you’re too blinded to see that. The process has already begun.”
“I don’t give a shit what you believe, Father, you are not going to have her killed.”
“Then you’ll need to promise me that after you enjoy the whore, you’ll take care of the situation. There is no room for choice. You brought her into this, your desire blinding you. I suggest you take care of this by tomorrow.”
Wrath wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone, his rage snaking a way through every blood cell. Now his own father was threatening him. “There is no reason to end her life. She knows nothing.”
“Nothing? Her questions have unsettled the balance to the point the others are being called back. The clock is ticking. You need to prove your loyalty to your family.”
Everything had been tipped out of control. He glared out the window, studying the shimmer of water in the pool. His father was right. There was no other choice. “Fine, but I’ll handle this.”
“Your services will be met with gratitude.”
The moment his father ended the call, Wrath pitched the phone against the wall, hissing as the pieces fell to the floor. His father had made a detrimental mistake, a weakness that was unexpected.
Much like Sophia had indicated.
Likely the location had been compromised, but that would have come from someone stateside.
He stood in the same location for a few minutes before pulling a second gun from the desk drawer, checking the clip, snapping it in place, and sliding it into his waistband.
Yes, he continued to lie to her, necessary as usual.
He checked the security system, including the various cameras positioned on the exterior premises.
He’d rented this house in particular for the secure location, as well as the various attributes it offered.
Detecting nothing, he headed up the stairs, waiting just outside the room before entering.
When he walked in, she opened her eyes. There was a knowing expression on her face, not quite fear but a hint of resignation.
She’d gone to bed with the enemy, only once not of her free will.
They were much the same, mirrored in their worlds but still fighting for the same kind of cause.
The irony left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Sophia shifted, craning her neck in order to see him. “What’s wrong?”
“Who said anything is wrong?”
“I can tell by your breathing and by the gun you brought with you. I should have known.”
There was no way for her to see the Glock, only her instincts certain that he couldn’t be trusted.
“You came here to kill me,” she said quietly.
He was surprised she wasn’t struggling, merely locking eyes with his.
Exhaling, he curtailed his anger as he unlocked her, immediately grabbing her robe and tossing on the bed. “I’m not going to kill you, but we do need to talk.” He retrieved the key, unlocking the handcuffs.
She rolled over, moving to a sitting position and rubbing her wrists. “What happened?”
“A change and I need to ask you some pointed questions.”
Frowning, she eased off the bed, donning the robe. “I knew you would refuse to follow through on your promise.” She walked closer, shaking her head. “There’s nowhere you can run, Wrath. I will find you.”
The way she stood up to him brought a twitch in his cock. He adored her tenacity. “Let’s go downstairs.”
She trailed behind him, remaining silent as he walked into the kitchen, but she scanned the perimeter as soon as they were in the room. “You’ve been threatened.”
“We both have.” He eased the gun onto the kitchen counter. “You have an informant in the FBI. The leak has enough knowledge that the consortium has a detailed file.”
“You were tipped about Stephen.”
“And about various other cases. I knew when to hit Mr. Marguiles. I am aware of the strengths and weaknesses within the organization.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sophia asked, inching closer.
“Because I don’t want you to lose your life.”
She looked away briefly. “You were told to kill me.”
Wrath nodded.
“I asked too many questions,” she continued.
“Yes. Your persistence is one of your finer attributes but could be the reason for your elimination.”
“Who is the leak?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. That is the truth. But I will find out.”
She studied him for some time before moving against the counter. “Then what are you going to do?”
“It’s safer here. If an assassin is sent, it will happen sometime tomorrow. I will be prepared. I will do everything I can to protect you.”
“Then what?”
Chuckling, he rubbed his eyes. “Then complete the terms of the deal.”
“You’re willing to be arrested?”
“Right now, I see no other choice. I have enough information that should be very helpful in capturing members of the consortium.”
She huffed and closed the distance. “You honestly want me to believe that you’d turn in members of your own family in order to go into the witness protection program?”
“You said so yourself, I have no real life. Ricardo Constantino needs to die.”
“That’s risky at best and I can’t authorize anything of that nature. You do understand that?”
“Yes. I’ll take my chances because I trust you implicitly.” He noticed a quiver in her lower lip, heard her ragged breathing. His heart ached thinking about what could happen. “But you will also need to be protected. You’ll have to disappear.”
“You said there’s no place to run.”
He brushed his fingers down her cheek, the electricity soaring. “Not without a plan. A tropical island,” he mused, knowing there was no fucking way.
“White sandy beaches. A little house by the water?”
“Can you imagine?”
The quietness that settled between them was more unnerving than ever before.
“That can never happen. We aren’t fools,” she whispered.
“There is always a dream.” He glanced toward his gun, remorse crowding every thought. He’d accepted his life with no question because there’d been no other choice.
And still, there were no other options.
She opened her eyes wide. “I can’t leave my job and go into hiding with you.”
“Not with me, Sophia. That would be entirely too dangerous, but you can start a new life anywhere. You need to trust me. They will retaliate. There is no other choice.” She seemed so frail, if only for an instant.
He cupped both sides of her face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her skin.
The feel of her was wonderful yet utterly painful.
He’d destroyed her life. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Wrath. I played a part in all of this. Whatever happens, the wheels have already been set in motion.”
Unable to resist, he captured her mouth, yanking her closer until her breasts were crushed against his chest. There was no resistance on her part as she clung to him, rising onto her tiptoes, her palms pushing against his chest. He would never forget her incredible taste, the way their tongues danced together, a perfect orchestration.
Everything about this moment was raw, the passion shared between them a firestorm of raging desire. He slid his hands down her back, kneading her buttocks and pushing his cock against her belly. Every cell was alive, his heart thudding as a reminder they were both living too close to the edge.
She ground her hips back and forth, creating a wave of friction between them, soft mewls pushing past their locked lips. Her hunger was as insatiable as his.
Breaking the kiss, he fisted her hair and tugged, exposing her long neck. He breathed against her soft skin before nipping her chin.
“Oh, Wrath,” she whispered then fumbled with his button and zipper, finally able to peel away the material edges.
He untied her belt, sliding the robe off her shoulders, licking as he lowered his head, tilting her into a deep arc.
“Jesus.” She dug her fingers into his arms as he sucked on first one nipple then the other.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, crawling his hand between her legs.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock inside of you?” Wrath swirled a finger around her clit, inhaling the scent of her desire.
“God, yes. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Growling, he thrust one finger inside, plunging in rapid motions. The way her pussy muscles clamped around his finger filled him with savage lust, his dark hungers swimming to the surface. “Are you certain?”
“Yes, sir. Very… certain.” She managed to slide her hand inside his open trousers, freeing his cock, her hand wrapping around the base.
As she began to pump up and down, stroking in a frantic manner, she closed her eyes and opened her legs. She struggled to push his pants to the floor, moaning after reaching success.
He licked up the length of her neck, nipping her earlobe as he shoved two more fingers inside.
She was wet and hot, jutting her hips forward to meet every hard thrust. His patience was gone, his needs far too great.
Breaking the connection, he kicked out of his confining material, immediately lifting her into the air.
“Then a hard fucking is what you’re going to receive. ”
She took several deep breaths as he positioned the tip of his cock, biting back a scream the moment he impaled her with the entire length. “God. Yes. Yes!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and rolled her arms around his neck, pulling her lips close to his.
He forced her up and down on his shaft, the force jiggling her luscious breasts.
He wanted nothing more than to make her come.
As she rocked him, using the strength of her upper thighs to move up and down, he inhaled her sweet fragrance, the scent making him instantly intoxicated.
Then he slipped his thumb into her asshole, issuing a series of guttural growls.
“Fuck. Yes.” She lolled her head, her mouth pursed.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he savagely forced her up and down on his cock, his balls swelling. Everything about the moment was brutal, the kind of hard fucking that they both craved. His chest heaving, he threw his head back and roared.
Then a moment of understanding settled in, a cold and dire knowing.
The end was near…