Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
A FEW HOURS EARLIER
Ischool my features. I will not be intimated by these assholes sitting around me, no matter how much they try. They’re responsible for my parents’ murders. They know it. I know too. But we’re all seated here as if nothing has gone down over the past few weeks.
“With the passing of your father, Logan, you are now being initiated into his position on The Court.” Van Baron’s voice drags on.
I look to Logan. I can tell he would rather be anywhere else also.
The guy isn’t the smartest in the room, but maybe I’ve been harsh on my previous judgements of him.
He’s well into his forties and has been living his best playboy life.
Never really having worked a day ever. Now, he’s going to have to figure out how to take over his family’s companies.
As well as his father’s position here. The one that will grant him more power than he’s ever had in his life. We can make or break anyone, manipulate the stock market, influence the decisions the President makes. We always get what we want. That’s why The Court was founded to begin with.
The six most influential and powerful families in the country working together to gain more wealth and more power.
Too bad these assholes had to go and fuck it all up.
I will get it back to how it was supposed to be, though.
I’m not going to stop until they’re out.
Replaced by hopefully better fucking relatives.
Ones with more of a moral compass. Although the Levines will be out completely.
I am not taking Bradley’s betrayal too well. I didn’t expect him to have any kind of loyalty to me, but I also didn’t expect him to throw Jazzy under the bus. I honestly thought they were better friends. At the end of the day, the only person Bradley Levine cares about is Bradley Levine.
Selfish fucking asshole.
I tune out the spiel I’ve heard before, the one they give us when we’re initiated, right up until Logan is asked, “Do you accept your position on The Court?”
“Yes,” he replies. It’s not as if he has an actual choice in the matter. Everyone in this room knows he doesn’t.
“Great. Welcome. Now that, that’s settled, we have a few matters to discuss,” Van Baron says.
I don’t say a single word, waiting to see what shit they’re getting up to now.
“We want the approvals for Harrington Hotel Group’s latest building denied,” Levine says.
The Harringtons’ latest venture is a huge skyscraper, one street over from the Strip.
“Why?” I ask him.
“It’s not in any of our interests to let the Harrington Group into this city,” he says.
I don’t disagree. I’ve never liked the Harringtons.
Their new-money family found some windfall, and instead of wasting it away like most do, they invested well.
Their new building will rival the current hotels on the Strip, and I know how they operate.
They’ll undercut the pricing of everyone else in the area.
Jazzy’s casino will suffer from that building going up.
“I agree,” I say. “We don’t need Harrington Group moving into town.”
They all look shocked. It’s not often I agree so quickly to the shit they bring up.
“Good. Let’s vote then,” Levine says.
The rest of the table approves the motion.
“Jacob, you can speak to the council. Make sure those plans do not get approved.” Levine points to me.
“Sure.” That’s not exactly a difficult task.
“Now, since we’re revisiting the matter of the Strip. Giuliani, Russo, and Bianchi have run out of time. Their hold on the city’s underground needs to end.”
I keep my face a mask of indifference. Just like the last time they brought this up. “Why?” I ask again, knowing my questioning pisses them off.
“Because they’re ruining our city,” Van Baron says.
“What good will getting rid of the underground leaders do, exactly? You know others will just pop up in their place. Better the devil you know and all that.” I wave a dismissive hand.
“These particular devils need to go,” Van Baron insists. “Let’s vote.”
Four yeas and then two nays—mine and Logan’s. I smirk, knowing the old bastards were not expecting him to go against them.
“If you guys have plans of taking over the Strip’s drug industry, count me out. I have no intention of landing behind bars,” I tell them.
“Pfft, as if anyone is going to charge us for anything. We’re untouchable.” Levine smirks.
“No one is untouchable,” I throw back at him.
“Right, that’s it. I would urge you both to reconsider your votes on this matter,” Van Baron says. “Until next time. Court is adjourned.”
Logan follows me out. We go our separate ways until I’m in the car and calling his number.
“Make sure you have somewhere secure to stay,” I tell him.
“I do,” he says. “They’re really insistent on this underworld shit.”
“Yeah. I don’t get it, but it’ll be over soon.”
“You really think their sons are going to come in and be any different?”
“Van Baron doesn’t have any heirs. The position on The Court will go to his estranged brother. And Levine, by the time I’m done, that family won’t have a position at all,” I say.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Logan sighs.
After hanging up, I receive a message from Jazzy asking where I am.
I type out a quick reply telling her I’m on my way to her.
I should have let her know I’d be later tonight.
I’ve been so busy making sure everything falls into place and that I don’t fuck this up. Taking down empires isn’t fucking easy.
All I want to do is have a shower and fucking lie down with my girl. Hold her in my arms and forget about everything that’s happening.
I pull into the Bianchi estate and climb out of my car. Stopping at the trunk to pull out the overnight bag I had my assistant pack for me today. The door opens before I get there. Jazzy steps out onto the porch.
“I missed you,” she says.
“Not as much as I missed you.” I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull her against me. My mouth brushes her lips. I try to be respectful with the amount of PDA we show around this house. I don’t want to ruin my good luck when it comes to being allowed inside, let alone allowed to stay.
“Mmm, I’m going stir-crazy being stuck here all day.” She pouts.
I look up at the monstrosity of a house. It’s fucking huge. And that’s coming from someone who has only ever known extreme luxury. “Yeah, I can see how it would be horrible, being cooped up in this shithole all day,” I joke.
“It’s a gilded cage,” Jazzy says.
“It’s not for much longer. I promise.”
Jazzy pulls me inside and straight upstairs to her room. “Are you hungry? Antonia left some food in the fridge for you.”
“Have I told you I love your stepmother?” I smile. “I want to shower before I eat.” I throw my bag on the end of the bed.
“At the risk of sounding like a clingy, annoying girlfriend, why were you so late tonight?” Jazzy asks.
“You can be clingy and annoying anytime, baby. I had a meeting,” I tell her.
“Boring. Okay, you go shower. I’ll find your dinner and bring it up.”
I walk into her bathroom, strip out of my suit, and throw it in the hamper. I’ll get it out before I leave in the morning. I do not need Jazzy or her family’s staff dealing with my dry cleaning.
I reach into the shower and turn it on hot. Stepping under the spray, I tilt my head back, letting the water wash over me. I open my eyes when I hear the door close and the lock engage. Jazzy is standing on the other side of the glass, completely naked.
“Are you my dinner? Because I wouldn’t complain if you were,” I tell her.
She steps into the stall. Her hands press against my chest, pushing me back up against the tiled wall. I smirk down at her and wait for her next move.
“You’re going to be my meal and you’re not going to stop me, Jake,” she says. Her lips land against my nipple briefly and then she’s kissing her way down my chest, along the middle of my abs until she’s on her knees peering up at me.
Without breaking eye contact, she wraps her hand around my hard length and then her tongue darts out, licking from top to bottom. She swirls it around the tip. Lapping up the precum that’s leaking out.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
“That’s the plan.” Jazzy smiles before she encloses her mouth around my tip and then ever so slowly slides down. Her palm gripping around my base.
My hands scoop up her hair, holding it away from her face.
I don’t want anything interrupting my view.
I’ve dreamed about this moment so many times, but the reality is so much better.
We’ve been fooling around for weeks now, but this is the first time she’s given me a blow job.
I’m not complaining. If anything, I’ve been avoiding her advances.
Not wanting to rock the boat with my acceptance in this house.
“Oh god.” I’m not going to last long. Her mouth feels fucking incredible. Jazzy’s other hand cups my balls, massaging them as she sucks me in and out. “Fuck, Jazzy, I’m going to come soon,” I tell her.
She looks up at me, pleased. She should be. She’s just made me lose all control in minutes. But then she lets my cock spill from her mouth. “You want to come, Jake?” she asks, gently sliding her hand up and down.
I nod my head. “I really want to fucking come, Jazzy.”
“Good. I want you to come too. But not in my mouth,” she says.
“Okay.” I don’t expect her to swallow. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing her do that. But fuck… I’ll take anything I can get from this woman.
“I want you to come somewhere else.” She stands, her hand continuing to work me up and down.
“Where?” I ask her.
“I want you to come inside me, Jake.”
“I can do that.” Spinning us around, I pick her up and have her pressed against the wall. I reach between us and line my cock up with her entrance. “Are you ready for me, Jazzy?”
“I’m always ready for you, Jake. I’m so wet. I need you to fuck me.” Her eyes are full of lust and need.
I slam into her, bottoming out, and now I’m wondering why I’ve been holding back. I fucking love being inside this woman. It’s my favorite place to be. If I could stay here forever, I would.
“I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of our days.”
“Yes,” she says. “I’ll marry you. Wait… Was that your proposal? I can’t tell our grandchildren that you proposed with your dick inside me, Jake.”
I chuckle. “That was not my proposal. You’ll know when I propose, baby, but we are getting married.”
“I could say no,” she hums, and I pull out and thrust back into her. Hard. “Oh shit!” Jazzy throws her head back against the tiles.
I continue to fuck her, covering her mouth with my own when her moans get louder. I’m hoping the noise of the running water drowns out the obscene sounds we’re making. If not, I’ll swallow her moans.
My tongue swirls around hers as I continue to fuck her. Her body tightens, her pussy clenching around me as she comes apart.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, because it is. I know I say that every time, and I’ll continue to. For the rest of our lives.
I follow her over the edge, coating her pussy with my cum, just like she asked me to do.