Chapter 42 Phoenyxx
Phoenyxx
I'm exhausted from unpacking and arranging things to my liking. I love that my guys let me take the reins with everything.
Looking around, I hum in satisfaction. With our stuff added, it looks comfy and homey.
I sink down onto the butter-soft leather sofa, and groan in relief.
A soft knock comes from the front door, and I sit up in alarm. Who could that possibly be?
It takes me a moment to remind myself that there aren't any significant threats anymore. No need for a panic attack.
Synn flies down the stairs, and over to the front door. Looking through the peep hole, he blows out a breath. “It’s your parents.”
“Oh? Wow, okay. Well, let them in, husband.” I smile.
He opens the door, and my parents walk through, smiles on their faces. I get bear-hugged by them both, making me giggle.
“Sorry to intrude, Carina,” my mom says.
“We wanted to speak with you about what it means to be an heir,” my dad adds.
Synn frowns. “Now?”
“I think it’s prudent she is well-informed, and how to proceed from here. Plus, we wanted to see our daughter’s new house.” My dad nods warmly to Synn.
“Okay. I'll make myself scarce. Plenty to still do. Good to see you both.” Synn kisses me on the head before scooting back upstairs.
“Sit down,” I tell my parents. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, my dear. We are fine.” My mom is still smiling, which warms my heart even more.
I’m so lucky to have been reunited with them.
“So, Caterina—how much do you know about being an heir, and running the Rossi family?” my dad starts.
“Not much,” I admit. “The guys have told me some stuff, but I’m flying a bit blind right now.”
My dad nods. “That’s why we’re here. Once you accepted the position, all the other families in the states got word of it, aside from the seven. I don’t foresee anyone coming for you, but I want you to be prepared. There's a lot to running a mafia family.”
“Also, my dear, please know that you’ll never be one hundred percent safe, no matter what kind of security you have. With money and power, it’s inevitable someone will want to knock you off the chess board. The more power, the greater the danger,” my mom adds.
“Are you part of this, Mom?” I ask her, interest likely showing in my eyes.
“Yes, Carina, I am. Your father and I work together as a unit. We each take half the responsibility. Unlike many other wives, who are shoved into the background. It's also why we’re seen as a bigger threat.”
“You get your backbone from your mother,” my dad says, patting my leg, which is bouncing all over the place.
I laugh. “I love that. You're a badass, Mom!”
She chuckles. “You’re so full of spirit. You should do well.”
“Now,” my dad cuts in. “What do you know from your time with your husbands?”
I explain to him the little I've learned.
My dad nods, thoughtfully answering. “Being an heir is a massive undertaking. Once you’re the leader, it’s even more work. You must run your legitimate businesses flawlessly next to the illegal ones.”
“Why do we need the legitimate ones?” I ask curiously.
“To keep law enforcement off our backs, mainly. However, our family already has many agents in our pocket.”
“Okay, that’s a lot. Tell me about the illegal dealings.”
My mom speaks next. “We run guns and drugs, for the most part. We also deal in gambling. Then, the more unsavory aspects, such as the more violent things we must do, including murder.”
I startle. She said that so matter-of-factly.
“I’m so glad you’re going to guide me. I need the help to figure it all out,” I tell them.
Synn interrupts us. I glare at him, knowing he was eavesdropping.
“We are heirs to all our families now, so we can train Phoenyxx right, as well. Luckily, she isn’t opposed to violence.”
I choke on my spit. “Synn!”
My mom laughs so hard, tears spring from his eyes. “So passionate, that is a good thing. Just remember this—never succumb to the bloodlust. It will rule you, if you’re not careful.” She holds my gaze.
“Wait, wait... do I get that from you, Mom?” My eyes bulge in disbelief.
“You sure did, Caterina.”.
We continue our discussion, the other guys filtering in to add their two cents.
My mind grasps an idea, and the more I think about it, the more excited I get.
I wait until my parents leave before saying anything.
Clapping my hands, I get my guys’ attention. “So, I want to implement something that will correspond to my parent’s business that helps kidnapped women and children. Ghost and Purge—you two will be my wingmen for this.”
They both move to sit by me, gesturing for me to continue.
“I want to find sick fucks, torture and then kill their asses.
Purge, you can use your hacking skills to identify targets, and to lure them in.
Ghost, you can use your invisibility knack to help apprehend them.
We can use the torture room in the basement.
Then, call in a disposal team when we're done.”
Hunter starts to cough, and Razor thwacks him on the back.
Synn starts laughing his ass off.
Purge perks right up. “I am so down with this. I can Rage Out on perverts.”
“And I can create new masterpieces,” Ghost nods along.
“Yay,” I cry. “I want to focus on the worst of the worst—pedophiles, rapists, murderers, domestic abusers. Men and women both.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Purge grins.
I look to my other men, who I can tell really want to say something, but end up agreeing with me. Even though Hunter and Trikk look a little green.
We talk spiritedly for hours, then make our way to bed. I can’t wait to start.
I wake with a big yawn, stretching deliciously.
Looking over at my puppy pile of men still asleep, I notice Trikk and Purge are missing.
The decadent smell of food and coffee tells me where my Loverboy is.
I move to get out of bed, and the others stir. Sam wakes from next to me, reaching out to stroke my face, with love.
“Do you know where Purge went?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, but Frost grumbles, “He’s been up for hours, holed up in his room, I think.”
That makes sense. My hacker must be already searching for our first target.
I decide to grab a quick shower before breakfast. Hustling my ass, I scoot into the bathroom, wanting a second to myself.
Once I’m finished and dressed, I come out to see the bedroom empty. Voices below tell me where everyone is.
I go to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of my husbands joking and talking, with plates in front of them.
“Good morning, Bambi. I made your favorites,” a smiling Trikk hands me a plate, overloaded with stuffed French toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.
I’m so touched that he cooks for me every day. “Trikkie, you don’t have to cook all the time. Maybe you can teach me, so I can help out?” I say as I collect my kiss.
“I love spoiling you, Bambi.” Trikk says, beaming.
“You are the sweetest charmer. Thank you; I love you.”
“I’m happy to teach you, any time.” Trikk hugs me, stepping back to fill his own plate.
We're all sitting at the table, eating and chatting.
Synn gets our attention by raising his voice.
“Have you guys figured out what you’re going to do with your family estates? I have. Mine will be turned into a safe haven for women and children, who’ve been through traumatic experiences.”
I jump up suddenly, going to kiss my thoughtful sinner. “I’m so in love with that idea. My family business can be an asset for that.”
Ghost speaks next. “I'm going to let my mother decide. For now, it remains her home.”
Frost agrees with a nod. “I'm thinking the same thing.”
“I really don’t know,” Razor admits. “I’ll keep it for now and think on it.”
Trikk sighs. “I can’t quite part with it, to be honest. Maybe I’ll turn it into a safe second house for us.”
“I’m going to get Purge,” I excuse myself, jogging back up the stairs to his room.
Knocking, I let myself in. He looks tired.
“Hey, love, come have breakfast with us.”
Purge looks up from the screen. “Yeah, food and coffee sound good. I've found our first target. I've been luring him in, and he’s fallen for it. We'll be collecting him tonight.”
I clap my hands in excitement. “Tell us the details downstairs.”
Purge shuts down the screen and follows me to the kitchen.
“We were talking about what to do with our estates,” Synn fills him in.
Grabbing himself coffee and food, Purge answers, “No clue. Maybe donate it for low-income people, or something.”
I smile. “I love that idea.”
Purge looks around the table, eyes landing on Ghost. “I’ve found our first victim.” He jiggles his brows, making me giggle. “The guy is a hardcore pedophile. He rapes little boys, ages thirteen and under. Plus, he beats his wife. His own son, who is only two, is one of his victims.”
I see red, jumping up, grinding my teeth. “He dies tonight. Painfully and slowly.”
Purge and Ghost both nod vigorously.
“He thinks he’s meeting up with a thirteen-year-old boy, at nine p.m. It was hard getting him to commit.” Purge gets red in the face as he continues. “Ghost, dress young, and have your hood up. You'll pass long enough for us to grab him.”
“I’m happy to be bait. Motherfucker. I feel my demon stirring,” Ghost answers.
“We’re meeting him behind the mall, after it’s closed for the night. I had to pretend the kid is sneaking out. We'll have rope, zip-ties, and chloroform with us.”
I raise my hand. “You have chloroform on hand?”
My guys all crack up. “Of course. We have our hands on a lot of shit,” Synn says.
Hunter doesn’t look too happy at all. I get up and go to him, sitting in his lap.
“You’re okay with this? It's going to be a regular thing. We need to be able to sate our demons, while ridding the world of parasites.”
Hunter sighs loudly. “No, I’m not okay with it. I understand, though, and won’t stand in your way. Please promise me you’ll be careful. Pull out if you get any red flags.”
“Absolutely. We have this. Don't worry so much.” I lean in for a long, passionate kiss.
Hunter stands so quickly, the plates clatter. He lifts me with him, shoving me back against the wall, wrapping his hand around my throat.
Uh-oh. My eyes flit to the others, who don’t look like they’re going to interfere.
Hunter growls; licking the side of my face. Holy hotness.
He shoves my pants down, shoving his hand between my legs. “So wet for me,” he says, low and deep.
Squirming, I say breathlessly, “Yes, Sir, Daddy... fuck...”
I hear Trikk laugh but have eyes for my sexy therapist only.
Hunter suddenly whirls me around, driving me over to the counter. He pushes me down, my ass waving in the air.
“Hot damn,” Razor groans.
Hunter drives into me hard, bottoming out in one thrust.
I mewl in pleasure, panting.
He fucks me hard and fast, and I can feel his orgasm close. His cock hardens more, and his limbs get shaky.
He reaches around to pinch my clit, and I detonate like a bomb, screaming his name.
He follows me, roaring his release.
Hunter pulls back, helping me pull my pants back up.
I turn to face him and whisper, “Damn, Daddy.” The others are mumbling about blue balls, and I laugh. “I’m going to shower—again.”
Chaos ensues as my guys race each other to get into the bathroom with me first.
Smiling, I welcome as many as we can fit in the shower stall.
God, I love these men.
First, my tormentors. Then, my lovers. Now, my husbands.
Isn't life fucking crazy?