30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
I’VE GOT YOU B*TCH
Antonio
Was I one hundred percent healthy? No. But I was damned close to it. I had a little minor pain, but not enough to keep me from having to do what I needed to do, which included killing Agent Grasso. I wanted to enjoy his death, but I didn’t get the chance.
One week later, I couldn’t shake off the lingering frustration that Aaliyah had taken it upon herself to eliminate Agent Grasso. The least she could have done was waited until I woke up.
Along with her thoroughly fucking me and the pain pills, I couldn’t help but fall asleep. I never believed she would kill him without me. When I saw what she was wearing, I wished I could resurrect Grasso just to make him regret laying his eyes on her.
“Are you still pouting?” she asked.
She was sitting beside me. I glared at her which didn’t make her stop smiling.
“I’m not pouting,” I said even though I probably was because all I could think about was how I missed her teaching that motherfucker that we were not the ones to be played with. She always looked hot as fuck when she showed people she wasn’t the one they wanted to mess with.
“Sure, you’re not,” she said, laughing. “You’ve been huffing since we woke up. It’s been a week, Tony. You took on Grasso’s grandfather by yourself and almost got killed while you left me behind. I let it go. You need to let it go, too.”
We were in our bedroom, and it was cold as shit. I could never understand how working in the fucking cold made her brain work better, but Aaliyah swore the colder she was, the better the information flowed. And she got shit done so who was I to question her methods. So, I’d freeze my nuts off until she found what she was looking for.
Aaliyah was working on narrowing down the identity of the Ghost and carefully piecing together clues to where she was in Santa Monica. She’d been in communication with some of her contacts to see if anyone had any information. And we still had no clue who this bitch was other than her first name being Celia.
“How many fucking Celia’s could there be in Santa Monica,” she mumbled, as her fingers flew across the keys. It was always amazing to watch her work. She always looked so intensely focused, and it made me horny as fuck.
“You need to make it up to me,” I said.
As her fingers stopped, she fixed me with a questioning gaze, her brow raised in curiosity. “What do you mean, I need to make it up to you?”
Nodding, I gently took her computer from her lap and carefully placed it on the nightstand next to my side of the bed.
“You need to make it up to me, Bella . You left me behind and you wore that fucking cat suit, knowing the reaction it would get from Grasso.”
She rolled her eyes. “And what do you think I should do to make it up to you, Tony?”
I brushed the pad of my thumb across her pert nipples that were showing through the thin tank top she wore, which was one of the reasons I loved watching her work. She always wore a thin tank and panties. Never in the nude which would be better, but her standard tank and panties was a very close second. Today she wore a light pink tank, that I was sure matched her underwear.
As I twisted her nipple, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, and she gripped my arm. “I want that warm mouth of yours gaging on my cock.” She let out a soft laugh as I ran my fingers through her hair, and then gently guided her head towards my cock.
“I’ll make sure I come up with something for you to do as payback as well, husband.”
“I can think of a few things,” I said just as her warm, wet, mouth engulfed my cock. “Fuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes.
As her tongue traced from the base to the tip of my shaft, my grip on her hair tightened, savoring the sensation.
“Fuck, baby. That feels fucking good.”
The sound of her humming reverberated in the air, and the vibrations echoed through my body, pulling another groan from me.
When I first started taking these fucking pain pills, my shit wouldn’t even work. I was so angry that I even had a heated conversation with the doctor about it. He informed me that it was not the pain killers causing the issue, but rather my body not being fully healed. He also suggested that I take a break from sex. He didn’t have to worry about that because Aaliyah was too afraid to even come near me. She wouldn’t even sit on my fucking face, which wouldn’t have caused any pain to my body. But now everything was back in working order and I couldn’t be more excited.
Her nails scraped my nuts sending a delicious sensation across my entire body. It took everything in me not to fuck her mouth, but I knew Aaliyah. If she thought I was doing too much because of my injury, she would stop. And there was no fucking way that was going to happen. Her mouth was glorious, and I was in heaven.
“That’s it, baby.” I pushed her head down further on my dick, the tip hitting the back of her throat. “Suck my cock.”
With a groan, she quickened her pace, her head bobbing up and down my shaft while her fingers sensually caressed my balls. My body trembled with pleasure as my orgasm surged through me, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Fuckkk...” A deep, satisfied groan escaped my lips as I finished in her mouth. “Make sure to get ever last drop,” I said, as she meticulously licked up all the cum from my cock and even the traces that had dribbled onto my testicles.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief as she finished. She cleaned her lips with a flick of her tongue, removing the remnants of my release, and it was a fucking sight to behold.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, pulling her close to me, then crashing my mouth into hers, taking her lips with savage intensity.
There was something about this woman that I could never get enough of. I couldn’t put into words the emotions she stirred inside me. If we could stay like this for the rest of our lives, I would, because when we were like this, nothing else in the world mattered.
As I pulled away, she let out a contented sigh and rested her head on my chest. “Am I forgiven?” she asked, a hint of humor lacing her words.
I chuckled softly, savoring the warmth of her presence as I pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, pulling her closer into my embrace. “It’s a start.”
Her gentle nudge in my side brought a smile to my face. “You know you owe me too.”
“And what do you want, Bella ?”
“I don’t know right now, but I will be sure to let you know.”
Closing my eyes, I chuckled softly as I savored the feeling of her nestled in my embrace. We’d been so wide open for months trying to get justice for my father and Laney, while also trying to make sure Aaliyah stayed alive, we hadn’t had much time to spend alone. Now all we had to do was find this bitch so we could rest a little until the next threat.
The room was silent until her computer dinged, its sound echoing through the room. I groaned, realizing that our moment of peace was now over. Sitting up, she turned towards me as I reached over and passed her the computer from the nightstand.
As she looked at the screen, a smile instantly lit up her face. I could see the excitement shining in her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, and she looked at me, then turned the computer screen towards me.
“That’s her?”
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Meet Celia Calderon, aka the Ghost.”
This was the first time I’d seen a picture of her that actually showed her features clearly. She was a very beautiful woman. It was too bad she would be dead soon.
The familiar sound of Aaliyah’s computer dinging interrupted the silence once more. Her attention quickly shifted to the screen as she began typing with a sense of urgency, her fingers flying across the keyboard. So many things were popping up on the screen and so fast I couldn’t follow.
“What are you doing?”
“Tracking her last movements,” she said not taking her eyes away from the screen.
“How long will it take to find her?” I asked but Aaliyah didn’t respond.
She was in that zone where the only thing that existed was her and the data on the computer screen.
“I’ve got you, bitch!” she shouted, slamming the computer screen closed. “I know where she is. We need to leave tonight. According to my contact she’s booked a flight for tomorrow night headed for Colombia.”
“I’ll call Luca to get the jet ready,” I said. “And get our men together.”
Aaliyah nodded, then sighed. “It’s almost over, baby,” she said, and I pulled her back into my arms.
“Once she’s gone, we can breathe.”
Even though peace was always short-lived in this life, getting rid of the Ghost would definitely make our lives much easier. At least for a little while.