Chapter 19 #2
“Fucking hell, Little Crane,” he murmurs against my lips as my hands twist in his soft hair. I arch against him, loving the feeling of my breast smashed against his chest.
At this moment, it’s just the two of us. In a perfect world, it’s only him and me. By the way I feel his entire body stiffen under me, I have a deep gut feeling that is going to change.
We’re not alone anymore.
“Is this where you’ve been hiding?” a deep voice yells, and it’s at that moment, I’m thrown behind a now standing Elliot, who has a handgun pointed at the intruder who bursts in the… unlocked door.
Silence falls over us at the realization of the intruder being Enyo, first Son, and that Elliot’s cock is still out.
Sliding my hands to Elliot’s front, I tuck him back in his pants, his cock hardening again in my hands.
I shove my shock down, realizing Enyo is the one who found us.
I don’t know whether he’s supposed to know about Elliot’s hideout or not, and therefore, I don’t know if I should be relieved it’s Enyo or ready to fight.
“Aww, little bro finally lost his virginity,” Enyo says, walking through the door and stopping right in front of Elliot’s gun. “Are you gonna shoot me?”
Instead of a formal living room, with a couch and a TV, Elliot has his computers and a desk chair. With the chair long forgotten, since Elliot shot up to stand in front of me, Enyo’s close to the computers where the screens are still off.
“I might. What the hell are you doing here?” Elliot doesn’t let up. Clicking off the safety, he cocks his head to the side with raised brows.
He’s more pissed than I thought.
“Looking for you!” Enyo quips. Has he ever been here? Was I the first guest that Elliot brought to his secret hideout?
I mean, Enyo was never part of the operation, so that means he’s never had a reason to be here.
“What is this? What kind of secret operation are you doing here?” Enyo asks, as he casually leans over to turn the screens back on and looks over everything Elliot’s been working on. Elliot lowers his gun, watching Enyo look over Elliot’s work for the last year or so.
“Is this—?” Enyo starts to ask, but his words drift off.
“Yes,” Elliot answers.
“Not only have you been hiding from me, Brother, but you’re taking down a trafficking ring without me? I thought we were closer than that?” Enyo says, but there is a lightness to his voice that hints to him not being completely offended. He’s slightly smiling as he lays a hand across his heart.
“Where, who, and how?” Enyo simply asks as he leans against the desk.
“This isn’t for the Society, Enyo,” Elliot informs his brother.
“Doesn’t matter.” Enyo shakes his head as if the assumption he only does things for the Society is obtuse. “It’s with you, Brother. Anything with you is worthwhile.”
“There’s more on the table than you think. Are you sure you want to follow blindly?”
“When have you ever gone into anything blindly, Elliot?”
I watch the two brothers and their silent war. Enyo doesn’t know who we are against, not truly. Would he still be here if he knew? Is Elliot going to tell him?
“If you must,” Elliot says, gesturing toward the screens. “Calix Smith is the head. Take out the head and the body will follow.”
“It would be fun to kill each motherfucker in there,” Enyo says, danger lighting his eyes. Excitement, too. I wonder if it will always be odd to see this in someone else’s eyes. I’m used to only seeing it in mine.
“It will take all night,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“I’m in no rush,” Enyo shrugs, and Elliot looks at me. It’s up to me?
“As long as you focus on the security and I focus on the buyers, it could work.” I know I’m not the strongest fighter and have no chance against a man completely sober, like the security I’m sure will be rampant in the mansion.
But the buyers will be drugged and drunk, and that’ll even out the fight.
“Let’s do it,” Enyo jumps up, energized, and clasps his hands together as he turns toward Elliot.
“It’s quite the drive away, so we need to get going,” Elliot says, turning his back to Elliot and facing me. He doesn’t smile. My grump is back.
I let the broody men continue their little brotherly moment as I go off to what I assume is the bathroom in this apartment.
Opening the door, I look at myself in the mirror. My lipstick is smudged over my lips and even on my chin. My hair is starting to frizz and is in desperate need of a comb. But I look fucking sexy.
Too bad that’s not quite the dress code tonight.
I pull my little black dress down as I leave the bathroom to stand beside his desk chair, which he sits back in. The dress is more something I would wear to a restaurant with candles, but I guess these traffickers are those of class?
These people have money. I can say that much for sure.
Finding a paper towel, I wash the matte lipstick off my face and reapply. Fixing my hair, I stare at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I straighten my shoulders back and smile.
I have some Strays to save.
“Let’s go,” Enyo says, already heading toward the door.
“Is it safe to include him?” I ask, as Enyo walks out of earshot.
“He didn’t give us a choice,” Elliot answers, grabbing my hand. “Enyo’s the only person I fully trust.”
“If you trust him so much, why didn’t you include him in the first place?” I am confused. “Does he know that it’s Mrs. Jay behind this?”
“No, and I won’t tell him. It would hold a different weight for him. Mother is real to him.” I fear Enyo isn’t the only one who cares deeply for Mrs. Jay. Elliot’s hand is firm in mine as he leads me down to his car.
Elliot may believe that he doesn’t care for Mrs. Jay, but if that is the case, then why hasn’t he killed her already?