Chapter 34 #2
The couple gave her room to cry for a moment and shared a look I couldn’t read before the woman approached Ishika. Her words comforting, almost motherly as she embraced her. “I’m sorry, Ishika, this is not how we intended you to find out.”
Ishika straightened, moved out of the woman’s hold and turned to face the man, her red-rimmed eyes shifting between the couple. “How do I get him back?”
He stepped forward, scratching his beard. “After you marry Ajay, they’ll hand Kai over to you.”
“Marry whose son?” I growled under my breath, my fingers biting into the gun. The word mine pulsed through my veins.
“What sixteen century bullshit is this?” Ishika tossed back. “They’re blackmailing me into an arranged marriage contract that began God knows when and I’m supposed to just give up my life for a man I don’t even know just to get my brother back.”
“You don’t want him back then?” the man asked, his tone tight with irritation.
Ishika narrowed her eyes at him, her defiance reminding me of just how beautifully she’d sucked the cum out of me and fought me at every turn.
I choked back a chuckle. As if she heard me, her gaze strayed around the room until it rested where I stood.
I wondered if she could see me and I silently urged her to come seek me out.
Maybe I’d get my cock sucked again or maybe, I’d spill some blood and end the life of that fucker who seemed to be pushing her into a situation she didn’t want.
Then what?
Toss her over my shoulder, take her back to the estate, handcuff her to my bed and fuck the living shit out of her.
Done.
However, her gaze shifting to the man stopped me as she asked, “why did they take my brother in the first place?”
“Collateral.”
She frowned the same time I did. “Collateral?” The fucker nodded. “For what?”
He sighed, staring out the window. “Your parents never wanted this arrangement for their daughters and why they disowned their respective families and moved to Italy, in favor of a free life ungoverned by traditions.” When his gaze returned to Ishika, something in his expression worked a nerve at my nape. He was lying to her.
“So collateral if I refuse,” she said, her face contorted in anger. I hoped she wasn’t falling for his bullshit. “What proof do you have that he is my brother?”
Good girl.
“They agreed to let you perform a DNA test on your brother at a lab of your choice,” his reply surprised me.
She chewed her bottom lip, her expression contemplative. “Suppose I buy this story, when do I need to give you an answer?”
He smiled, I could say almost genuinely but I didn’t believe it. “We can arrange a meet with them then decide the details if you’re willing?”
Over my dead fucking body.
“I need time to think this through,” she replied. “I have a life here, a residency I plan to finish, I can’t just forget all that exists and move away.”
“I’m sure they’ll be willing to work things out, Ishika, we just need your confirmation.”
Dragging her hands through her hair, she turned her back on them and moved closer to where I stood, so close her scent wafted up nostrils, daring me to inhale deeply. My cock stirred, tightening behind my zipper. Clearly, he was ready for action after watching her for just over a month.
She frowned, staring at the spot where I stood then sniffed the air as though she recognized my cologne.
“That’s it, little fox, you recognize your owner, don’t you?” I whispered under my breath. Tempted to let her know I was there, my logical side dictated I shouldn’t. Not until I knew who the fuck I was dealing with.
About to take a step toward me, her uncle stopped her. “We’re staying at the Belvedere tonight, Ishika. Why don’t you join us for dinner?”
Her gaze riveted on where I stood hidden, she hesitated before slowly turning away. “Thank you but I have the evening shift at the hospital.”
“That’s a shame, perhaps on our next visit?” he suggested.
“Yes. Let me make you some tea, though,” she offered.
“Fuck sakes,” I growled, wanting them gone.
The couple retook their seats at the table while Ishika moved out of sight toward the kitchenette.
Back against the wall, I holstered my gun and moved toward the curtain. Using it as a shield, I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent Rahul a text.
Me: Anything?
I waited, watching the three dots dance for a few seconds before he replied.
Rahul: Veer Sharma. India’s Minister of Finance, and Miss Ishika’s uncle, mother’s brother. Squeaky clean record. A little too clean if you ask me. Currently seeking collaboration to rid India of drug lords.
“How saintly,” I muttered, positive there was more to the man.
Me: And the dark web?
Rahul: Mafia don. In deep with local and international smugglers, human traffickers and terrorists responsible for blood massacres all over the world.
My grip tightened on the phone, convinced he wanted more than the culmination of a marriage contract from Ishika.
Me: Do we know why he’s here?
Rahul: No chatter yet.
Me: Keep searching
I pocketed my phone, determined to find out more and rested the back of my head against the wall, waiting. Another ten minutes of idle conversation around her residency passed before they finally said their goodbyes.
“About fucking time,” I muttered.
On the verge of confronting her, I heard her speak. “You can use the door instead of the window, you know.”
I frowned having not heard anyone enter the room. Who was she talking to?
“Keeps me vigilant.”
That familiar voice gave me pause. I wracked my head trying to place it. Feminine, almost whisper-like and raspy.
“I thought you were in hiding,” Ishika said.
A soft laugh followed. “Why would I?”
Fuck, I knew that voice.
“Because you assassinate mafia families like they are puppets made just for you,” Ishika’s response sucker punched me.
“Korō?” I inhaled harshly on the name. What the fuck was she doing here?
They played you!
Every guarded instinct I possessed pushed me to confront them. Wait, I hissed at the impatient fuck me. I needed to learn how the fuck these two women knew each other and what were they plotting.
Cautious, I changed positions to get a better view of them. From where I stood though I could only see Ishika. Seated on the sofa with her back to me, the slight tilt of her head suggested the other woman remained closer to the wall opposite the door, hidden in the shadows.
“Until someone confesses, I’ll keep at it.” Anger tainted Korō’s words, leaving me guessing what she was after.
“Confesses what?” Ishika asked.
“You don’t need to know that yet,” came the reply.
“Always so secretive,” Ishika huffed. “It’s been a while since you visited.”
“I’m just a call away, Ish.”
My annoyance building, I strained my neck to get a glimpse of the woman, but she remained in the dark, a shadow within shadows.
“You disappear for months at a time, yet strangely you always seem to choose the perfect time to make an appearance.” Ishika’s tone was more regret than accusation.
A sexy laugh filled the air. “True but you know I’ll always have your back, right?”
“Yes,” Ishika’s reply was laced with uncertainty, her earlier wrath now hidden beneath the comfort of Korō’s strength. “I’m sure you heard that entire conversation?”
It dawned on me that whatever relationship they shared, Korō was the protector, a role I could understand given the way she fought and controlled our meetings.
“So you understand why you have to do this?” Korō asked.
“Did you know about Kai?”
A heavy sigh before Korō responded, “I thought he died in the accident too.”
“So why don’t you do what you best and bring him home instead of this marriage?”
“Because,” Korō paused, the silence stretching. “There’s a bigger game in play.”
“And let me guess, you can’t share anything right now.” Quiet followed Ishika’s question.
Although learning she had a brother she couldn’t remember was good, was it a solid reason to marry a stranger she clearly didn’t want?
Why the fuck do you care?
Nobody fucking played Remo Rossi and got away with it, least all two women I thought I wanted to fuck.
This little meet-up changed that, sparking a curiosity I couldn’t ignore.
I wanted to ruin them, make them beg for mercy, breed them and make them mine in ways they’d never forget.
Every curve, every kiss, every orgasm, every bone, every scream, and every fucking breath.
I will own them.
Confronting them now would give them the upper hand and I always liked things my way, a plan already forming when Korō spoke again.
“I found him.”
“Him?” Ishika asked.
“Remo Rossi.”
My brow shot up; my curiosity piqued tenfold. How long had she searched and why?
“Makes two of us then.” Ishika’s laugh lacked mirth and that pulled a deviant smile from me, remembering what I’d done to her. “Or rather, he found me.”
“Was it good?” Clear arousal filled Korō’s voice and that amused me, enjoying the effect I had on her without being present.
“You mean when he assaulted my mouth or marked me with a freaking tattoo of his name on my pussy?” Ishika threw back, irritated.
Korō laughed again. “Oh, Ish, granted you’re not as good as me, you had some training to fight off an attacker. Is it possible you allowed him to corner you?”
This conversation was just too fucking interesting to disturb. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest and listened.
“I did not.”
“Such vehemence.” Korō tsked. “Seeing as you allowed him a second time, I’d say he’s good then?”
“Allowed him?” Ishika snorted. “The man didn’t ask, he took.”
“But he made you feel good right?” Korō pushed.
“He–” Ishika paused, and I sucked on my lip ring, surprised by my expanding breath as I waited to hear her answer. “Yes,” came the whispered reply.
“A little louder, please,” Korō teased.
“Fine,” she relented, somewhat reluctantly. “There was a moment of wanton need despite the aggression. He made me feel something I never did.”
Good girl.
“His primal darkness speaks to you, doesn’t it?”
“You’re the dark one, remember,” Ishika scoffed.
“So, are you open to sharing him?” Korō’s casual question had me rolling my lips to keep from laughing out loud. “He’s perfectly capable of handling two women at the same time.”
This time Ishika did something I hadn’t heard before not when I was the focus of the conversation. She laughed. A rich, unguarded sound of genuine mirth. “For once I’d like to have one up on the man.” Pure amusement tainted her words. “Would’ve been good had he not returned to the States.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be back,” Korō replied.
“You sound very sure,” Ishika mimicked my surprise. “It’s been two months and can’t say I’m not pleased because I can’t get that monster out of my head. Still, good riddance.”
I smiled. My little fox was in for a shocker, if that was her hope.
Another soft laugh from Korō. “He’ll come back soon. Remo belongs to us, Ish and nothing or no one is going to take him from us.”
What the fuck am I missing?
Maybe it was time to confront them. Mind made up, I pushed away from the wall.
“Remember our pact not to be seen together. We can’t share him at the same time,” Korō’s caution caught my ear, pausing my movement. “Neither he nor anyone else knows we’re closely related, it’s safer that way.”
Well, fuck me. “Closely related!” I muttered, barely keeping a rein on my shock. “Sisters?”
“He doesn’t know my identity, and I’ll always keep my mask on,” Korō added. “And dominate him while you submit to him.”
Once again, Ishika’s laughter bounced around the room, hiding my softer chuckle. “Such confidence. You think you can dominate a man like Remo?” She voiced my thoughts aloud.
“Why? Do you think he can tame me?” came Korō’s rebuttal.
“No, you’ll probably slit his throat before he has a chance to.”
She probably would, Korō was that good, but I was better even if I’d fucked her.
“He’s just as deranged as I am, so I’m convinced he’s more likely to welcome my brand of fucking.”
Korō wasn’t wrong there, but Ishika’s submission wasn’t without rebellion. My cock instantly hardened, imagining her under me, biting, clawing, fighting me while I sank deep into that pink pussy.
“What about you?” Korō asked. “Think you can keep him interested after your engagement?” Silence followed. “I’ll take that smile as a yes?” she said, pulling my attention.
“You forget I haven’t seen the man in–”
“Yeah, yeah, two months, I know but that’s not what I asked, Ish. Can you?”
“Probably, if he hasn’t moved on.”
“He hasn’t. Trust me.” Korō laughed. “By the way, I need to go away for a bit.”
“Again?” Ishika sounded disappointed. “How long this time?”
“Two, maybe three months. I’m close, Ish, I can feel it.”
A heavy sigh followed. “I guess–”
“I’ve been watching Remo for the last two months and he’s coming back for you. He’ll be here to protect you–”
“Wait. What,” Ishika shrieked. “Who’s going to protect him from him,” she scoffed.
I bit tongue to stop my laugh.
“You’ll be fine,” Korō’s assured her.
“Do you know when he’s coming, so I can disappear,” Ishika asked, irritated.
Korō chuckled. “Maybe another week or so but don’t hide, Ish, show him what you’re made of.”
It dawned on me Korō was lying. We’d met twice since the last time, ending in quick fucks before she disappeared and if she was watching me, she’d know I was here. What the fuck was her end game?
“Yeah, tell that to my desecrated pussy. I seriously have to consider having a funeral for the poor thing,” she sounded so serious, a second or so passed before loud laughter filled the room. “What if I need to get hold of you?” Ishika asked, when she calmed down, her tone solemn now.
“Just leave the usual message and I’ll make a plan.” A pause before Korō continued, “you know I always do.” Her sigh was followed by a knock on the door. “Seems like you have more visitors, I’ll go out the window. See you when I can, okay?”
“Fuck sakes, more visitors,” I grumbled, hearing Ishika say goodbye to Korō before she opened the door to what sounded like mindless screeching.
“Sean’s back in town and he wants to take you out on a date tonight,” some woman gushed.
“Date? Hmm.” I rubbed my chin, listening to the excited chatter for a moment then left the way I came in and headed for the car.
“Arranged marriage? Twisted games? Date? What the fuck next?” I slid behind the wheel, dialing Gian.
“Find out if Alessia can meet me for dinner tonight,” I instructed when he answered.
“Where?”
I gave him the name of the restaurant I’d heard the women ranting about and cut the call as the engine purred to life. “Your pussy is marked with my name, little fox. You’re mine to fuck with.”