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hile Riley, or maybe I should use her correct name, Annika, was in class, I used my keycard to get into her room to grab the hidden camera. Unsurprisingly, it was covered over by the blind. Once she discovered it was there, she then told Ronan about it. She’d think it was me or the cops that put it there, but it lost its purpose if she covered it over. I’ll look at what’s on it anyway to see when she discovered it.
While there, I snooped through her drawers searching again for something to affirm what I already knew, that she was Annika, my foster sister. The top drawer was a fascinating surprise; she kept the heart-shaped box, although Shaun’s bloody tooth was missing. I could hardly blame her for throwing that away, since he was such a scumbag and collecting bloody body parts was unlikely her kink anyway.
The second drawer contained nothing interesting besides clothes, but the third drawer was a different story altogether. As I shuffled through her clothes, my hand struck something solid and cold, and as my fingers wrapped around it, I knew what it was.
Carefully, I pulled it out and unwrapped the fabric surrounding it. It was a Glock, not a brand new one, but one that had been fired previously. It was loaded with only three bullets, and I couldn’t see boxes of bullets anywhere in the drawer. So, I assumed she bought it already loaded and was probably unfamiliar with this type of weapon.
Who was she protecting herself from? The cops or us? As I folded it back and placed it back in her drawer, I heard the creaks of footsteps out her door, and I waited to see where they would go. When the steps seemed to dissipate, I padded to the door, gently opened a crack, and spotted a figure standing in the hall, leaning against the wall.
“Does Riley know you break into her room?” That geeky chick in glasses snarled at me accusingly. “It’s not the first time, is it? It’s not your first time snooping around her room.”
“I didn’t break in,” I asserted, swinging the door wider to show her that I didn’t care that she caught me in the act. I held the keycard between my fingers. “Didn’t need to.”
What was she going to do about it anyway? Call the cops. I’d catch her before she got there.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, looking at my hands to see if I had helped myself to something. “Why do you keep breaking into her room and following her everywhere? What do you plan to do with her?”
“Quite a few questions that I have no interest in answering. But how about you tell me why you keep turning up everywhere I go?” I hit back at her.
“You’re the expert in stalking people, so tell me why I’m here,” she answered.
She was surprisingly brave and didn’t seem overly afraid of me, which bothered me. It’s as if she had support from somewhere else to claw at my back like the lunatic that she was.
“I have no interest in stalking you. You’re not interesting enough,” I told her straight. “But was it you who supplied this gun in here?” She bit her bottom lip as her pupils dilated behind her glasses. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to say a thing. I can tell by your face that you were the one who gave the gun. So, you’re in the business of fake IDs as well as secondhand weapons? It looks good and clean as long as it wasn’t registered to someone who committed a crime, then you’ll be okay.”
“I have my contacts,” she flared her nostrils at me. “And it wasn’t registered to anyone. Why are you here? Do you plan to hurt her?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “I would never hurt her.” Although Mikky might want to inflict something horrific on her, that thought left me cold. Annika held my heart in her clutches, and I was under her spell with every flutter of her eyelashes and every dimpled smile she shared with me. “So, is that gun stolen?”
“No,” she snarled, and I was certain she was lying, but I didn’t care about the gun. I cared why she had a habit of turning up everywhere I went.
“What’s your name?” I pressed, stepping closer to her so she’d feel intimidated.
“That’s not your business,” she scowled at me.
“Why do you care? Why do you hate me being around Riley?” I tried another line of questions.
She swallowed nervously. “Why are you so interested in her? You’re from the crime family, the Kaisers.” She cringed when she said my surname, which was more entertaining than annoying. “So, why are you so interested in Riley laws? What about her makes you spend so much time stalking her behind a mask and following her everywhere? Why?”
“Because she’s not who she pretends to be,” I told her one reason, but the actual reason was because I was mad on her. Mad on Annika, like a pathetic fool. I knew all along it was her, but I needed evidence to convince Mikky and Ronan.
She rolled her eyes behind her glasses, not believing me, which was fine with me. “Who is she then?”
“Someone else,” I responded vaguely. I wouldn’t give her a slice of pie when she’s giving nothing.
“Why are you so interested in her?” she asked again, sounding like a broken record.
“I told you. Now, tell me why you keep sticking your nose into my business,” I persisted, but she wasn’t budging, and I lost patience with her. “I’m done with you.”
I stepped out and slammed the door behind me, automatically locking. Then I walked past her down the hall and didn’t look back. But her curiosity kept plaguing me, and as I trotted down the stairs, I messaged Danny Lam.
Me: The pic of the girl in glasses that I gave you. Have u figured out who she is yet?
Ignoring the looks I was getting from the dorm mates in the building as I walked past, I swung open the exit and walked out into the sunshine with the camera device in my pocket. If that annoying chick wanted to snitch to Riley that I was inside her dorm room, then fine. Good. I honestly didn’t care anymore. It was time to drop the disguises and the pretense anyway.
My phone beeped, but it wasn’t who I hoped it would be; in fact, it was much worse.
Mom: It was so great to see you the other day. Please come and visit more often. It’s only a short flight.
My finger tapped on my phone as I considered what to say to her, but instead of messaging my mom back, I found Riley’s new number that Ronan gave me after she bought a new phone.
Me: Want to catch up for a coffee?
I needed to hear it from her lips that she was my foster sister despite the orders Mikky gave us to use her as mule to find out who was betraying us within the club and therefore we had to keep playing along with her bullshit. But I had had enough of the games and wanted to hear her say it, and there was only one way to achieve my objective: to ask her to her face.
Are you Annika? No. Don’t ask. Demand that she tell me she was Annika, and I won’t move until she does. Maybe I should lock her up in a room and not let her leave until she removes her disguise and confesses.
Riley: So good to hear from u ? ? Class finishes in 30mins.
Me: Give me the location and I’ll meet you there.
Me: Please.
I had to woo her with manners, or else she might change her mind. I had to think of a place where I could take her, where she couldn’t escape or squirm out of the conversation. I’d drive her to a café, then ask her as she drank the coffee I bought for her, and if she wanted to escape, she’d have to take the bus back to her dorm, where I’d be waiting for her.
If she were smart, she’d tell me the truth.
I waited in the halls outside her classroom, and my heart crumbled at that smile as she pushed her glasses back onto her face, with flowing brunette hair. Her face cast in disappointment until I returned a smile. My smile was fake, but so was she.
“I was worried you were angry with me,” she said, smiling broadly as we climbed into the Stang.
“No. Why would I be angry with you?” I had every reason to be angry with her, fake ass Riley. But again, it was about creating a relaxed atmosphere so she wouldn’t freak out.
“Ronan. Me and Ronan together,” she said sweetly, gazing out the window.
“I’m not upset about that,” I told her honestly. “I mean, if you were fucking someone outside of the family, I would have a problem. But Ronan is a good man. We can share you.”
She chuckled, and I grew annoyed at how weak I became with every smile, laughter, and touch. I was pathetic. No other girl did that to me—only Annika. That’s how I knew it was her.
The question was on the tip of my tongue as I drove to the café, and I couldn’t wait any longer. We were alone in a confined space that we couldn’t escape from, unless I stopped the car. This was the perfect opportunity.
“So, are you going to tell me your little secret?” I proclaimed, trying not to sound accusatory, but it came out that way anyway.
“What do you mean?” she proposed as her forehead was wrinkled in worry lines, making her look undeniably cute. So it was better that I kept my eyes off her, as it was too easy to fall under her spell.
“Who are you really?” I pressed, annoyed that I had to spell it out.
“Who am I really? What’s the matter with you these days?” she shrilled, clenching her fists. “You were always obsessive and weird, but lately, you’ve been worse than normal.”
I opened my mouth to ask her bluntly if she was Annika, but she continued to rant at me, “Anyway, who are you to ask stupid questions about who I am when you were running after me in a mask and gave me a fake name. Rourke. Why Rourke? But no, instead of telling who you were, you used a fake name.”
I didn’t expect her to go off like this, but I should’ve been prepared, because she was right. I did to her what she did to me. I was no different, except that she fabricated a story to imprison Mikky. Yeah, let’s not forget that.
“Riley,” I tried to interrupt, but she kept ranting about me being a fraudster, manipulator, and many other adjectives.
“Why the name Rourke?” she repeated.
“Mickey Rourke,” I answered when she fell silent to breathe before ranting some more. This was a fabulous way to divert the conversation from my objective. It’s as if she knew what I was trying to do.
“Who’s that?” she asked as if it was important.
“An actor…actually, he’s a bit of a creep these days, so it was a poor choice for a name, and I only used it because Mikky and Mickey, anyway that besides the point,” I argued back as my phone beeped, so I glanced at my screen to see who it was: Danny Lam.
I’d briefly forgotten that I’d messaged him. With one hand on the steering wheel, I opened his message.
“Mickey and Mikky?” she repeated, confused, still not understanding my logic.
Lam: Sorry, I didn’t inform you sooner. Katerina Ivanov.
“Huh?” I grunted in surprise.
“Bad news?” Riley, or should I say, Annika, asked.
“No,” I replied, as it was taking me a few moments to digest this new information.
I couldn’t let on that it was revealing information about her, so I swiped off my phone and fell silent as she continued talking. The girl who kept turning up unexpectedly wherever I went was an Ivanov? The girl who supplied Riley with a fake ID and a gun was an Ivanov. The Russians. Our enemies. And that frail-looking, socially awkward girl was an Ivanov.
Well, well, well, what did we have here? That changed everything. I shut my mouth on the topic of finding out if she was Annika because I needed advice from Ronan and Mikky about this. It seemed like a collaboration between the Russians, the Larsson cops, and Riley. And we had her in the club where we wanted her, under our noses, while they were plotting and scheming.
Who was fooling whom now?
“Gunner? Gunner, are you alright?” I had no idea what expression was on my face, but she seemed very concerned when she looked at me.
I pulled up on the side of the road next to a line of stores, and she gazed out the window, probably searching for a café. No, no, there isn’t one.
“Why have you-”
“Take your pants off,” I ordered her as she frowned in confusion. “Now.”
“Why?” she swallowed nervously.
“Because I’m fuck you. That’s why? Hurry up,” I demanded as I unzipped my jeans and flipped my cock.
“People will see us,” she gasped.
“No, they won’t,” I snarled. “Dark windows. Hurry up. Get your pants off and climb in my cock. And I don’t want to hear any buts or excuses.”
She bit her lip, then leaned back and pushed her pants and panties down, so she was completely bare, and I slipped my hand between her legs to feel how wet she was, and she sighed, tensing up even at my soft touch.
I flipped my seat back and lay back as her hand found my cock and started playing with the head, before stroking me. My hand claimed the back of her head, under her hair, and I pushed her face down over my hardness, and she opened her sweet mouth, taking all of me in.
As her wet, warm mouth moved up and down over my length, I played with butt cheeks, finding her tight hole again, slipping my finger inside. “I’m gonna fuck that hole one day. Not today, because I want your pussy.”
People walked by as her bare as was in the air and her succulent mouth over my cock, but I didn’t care and neither did she. As pressure started to build in my cock with urge to release, I grabbed a hunk of her hair and pulled her off me, then slapped backside.
“Get on,” I directed. “I want you facing the steering wheel, so your ass is practically in my face.”
She said nothing and did as I told her, like a good girl, even though she was far from good. She was very bad on many levels. This position seemed new to her because she struggled to get comfortable, but her comfort was not my problem.
Finally, her wet hole found my cock and she slid down, all of me inside her and then began riding me like a fucking badass that she was. Her hands clamped down on the steering wheel to support her as she leaned forward, and I rammed myself into her. Repeatly, bouncing that ass on my lap, while her sighing and gasping was like music to my ears. She might be a deceptive little nymph, but at least I made her scream, turning into butter.
We bounced together as the car rocked, and she covered her mouth as her sighs and pants grew louder. People continued to walk by and some of them looked at curiously at the rocking Mustang, I wasn’t going to stop until I shot my cum into her sweet pussy.
I gripped her hips, pulling her body down hard onto my length, before grinding into her several times, thrusting hard and fast, before relaxing, then repeating. Every time I forced my cock deeper inside her, she yelped out, crying at how good it felt.
Good. I was glad my little liar, my pretty little foster sister, was getting her due. This was how I punish her for deceiving my family, by fucking her until she couldn’t fuck no more and then I’d fuck her again.
As her panting increased, her pace hastened indicating that she was coming, going fucking mad on me, flinging her hair about, head dropping forward and back in agony and I smiled in glee.
Her body clenching on my cock and I grunted as I released into that dirty little liar while she recovered on my lap, hot in lust, breathing heavily.
I just fucked my foster sister again, I smiled smugly at the thought, brimming in satisfaction and haughtiness. As the liar caught her breath, gripping the steering wheel, moaning, I drew a name on her back with my finger. Annika.