18. The Brothers
18
THE brOTHERS
TYLER
Everyone dispersed to their bedrooms for the night while Giovanna and I remained in the office. She roamed the room in silence, rolling her bottom lip between her fingers. I watched intently, wanting nothing more than to grab her, throw her over the edge of the desk, and fuck her. Every time she did anything with her perfect lips, it was all I could think about.
As if she could hear my thoughts, she spun toward me, folding her arms over her stomach. “How do you feel about us now?”
“I feel like I should’ve never left Penthouse without you that night,” I admitted. “Somehow all this connects back to me. I’m sure of it.”
“What do you mean?”
Taking several strides toward her, I closed the gap between us. I picked her up, setting her on the edge of the desk. My hands propped onto the surface on either side of her. “You would’ve already been married to me, not ended up at Euphoria the way you did. Mila would still be alive, God knows where, and your dad wouldn’t have to have used that lie to hand deliver those morons to Ian. So, if you think about it, all this bullshit?—”
“Ty,” She cut me off, colliding her lips into mine in a passionate kiss, her hands on the back of my head. Sliding them around to my cheeks, she peeled her lips away, searching my eyes as she held my face. “Every single one of you people always blame yourselves for everything, and you have to stop. I believe it all happened the way it was supposed to, even if I don’t quite understand it or want to be a fucking Mafia Boss.”
Remembering she’d have to move, my face turned stoic, and I took a step back, meandering to the other side of the room. I stared out one of the large windows into the night, but all I could see was my reflection and her walking up behind me.
She snaked her arms around me from behind, her lips pressing into my back. “It bothers you.”
Twisting around, I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t. Your father trusting you with such an important position only further confirms you’re perfect in every way.” I took her hand in mine, backing her toward the desk again. Pushing the chair out of the way, I placed her palms on the desk surface in front of her. “The problem is, you can order my death if I so much as touch you the wrong way.”
She grinned mischievously back over her shoulder. “Or maybe I can make you bow to me.”
“Like this?” I spun her around, lowering myself in front of her, running my palms up her shirt, and back down again to her pants button. I lifted my eyes to hers.
Watching my every move, she nodded slowly, running her fingers through my hair as I unfastened her jeans. I pressed my lips to her belly button, kissing all the way down as I slid her bottoms off, leaving them on the floor next to me. One hand behind her, gripping her round ass hard, the other parting her pussy lips. I slipped my tongue between her slit while massaging her clit with my thumb. She moaned at my touch, gripping my hair.
“If this is what I have to look… oh God… forward to, fuck… yesss.”
Moaning lowly against her mound, I savored her sweetness. Intoxicated, my eyes closed, rolling back while I lost myself in pleasuring her. She bucked her hips against my face.
I pulled back. “Do you want more, baby?”
“Mmhm,” she panted, “pleaseee.”
I stood, grinning devilishly as I lifted her up, sitting her back on the desk.
Breathless and flushed, her gaze locked onto mine. “I’ll always submit to you.”
My fingers traced her lips, and I pushed them in. “Taste what I taste.”
She swirled her tongue around my digits, moaning, before I withdrew them from her. Leaning forward, I kissed her neck in the same place I’d decorated her with markings. “I’m addicted to you,” I whispered, then trailed my lips up, kissing her soft, warm skin again. “I’m obsessed with every part of you.”
Her palms propped on the desk behind her, she pinned her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing what was coming. “Please make me squirt all over the desk.”
Lowering my hand, I parted her thighs, pushing two fingers deep inside her slippery, wet pussy. “Is this what you want, baby?”
She bucked her hips into my touch, her lips slightly parted as she whimpered. “Yesss, fuck.”
“Lay back for me,” I ordered, “I want you to just enjoy yourself for tonight.”
She did as she was told, lying back over the middle of the desk, her pistol next to her head. I removed my fingers from her, and she groaned in protest before I licked them clean. Watching me with lust in her eyes, I reached for her shirt, lifting it up, then tugging her bra down to expose her flawless, round tits.
She peered up at me, panting as she waited for whatever came next. I needed to taste her again. She was purely intoxicating. I wanted my tongue on every inch of her body. I slipped a digit back inside her and leaned over, taking her puffy, pierced nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard, I added a finger to her pussy, and she moaned, but I cut it short by adding a third.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please, what?” I growled.
“Please don’t stop… sir,” she begged. “I’m… so fuckingcloseand… that feels sogood.”
An evil grin etched on my face as I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers. I unfastened my pants, pulling them just below my hips, and took my cock out, teasing the outside of her entrance with the tip.
She bucked her hips at me, whining for more. “God, you’re fucking killing?—”
I sank deep inside her, bottoming out against her barrier. Holding her hips tightly, I plunged in and out of her over and over, causing her body to inch backward, her head hanging back off the front of the desk. It’d been too long since I felt her, and I needed to cum, but I still wasn’t ready for her to.
Wrapping my arms under her legs, I pulled her toward me so she wouldn’t fall off the other side. She sat up, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I fucked her as hard as the angle would allow. She pressed her lips to my neck, moaning loudly, not giving a damn if anyone could hear us.
“I’m going to cum deep inside your beautiful, tight cunt, then eat every fucking drop out of you.”
“Oh shit,” she exhaled against my neck. “Yesss, sir, pleaseee.”
Moving her hips against me, she clenched down once again, milking every drop of cum from my cock. I pressed my lips to hers, sweat beading on both our brows. Breaking the kiss, I took her tits in my hands, kneading them hard as she laid back once again.
Letting my slick shaft exit her creamy center, I grabbed her father’s chair, rolling it over. I sat down, positioning myself between her legs. Lowering my head, I kissed around her mound, watching my seed oozing from her hole. Tongue gliding between her folds, I licked up, keeping my eyes raised on her chest, moving up and down as she panted.
She lifted her head. “Oh my God,” she hissed in a whisper. “Yesss, fucking lick my cunt, baby.”
Using my fingers, I scooped up some of my cum out of her, smearing it around her pussy then reached up to spread it on both of her erect nipples. She arched her back, then lifted her head again, watching every move I made. Sliding my fingers back inside her, I stroked her sensitive G-spot while sucking my cum off her clit.
She convulsed and moaned, writhing on the desk of the man my brother-in-law killed. I imagined what her father was thinking, looking down and watching me fuck his only princess on the desk he once ordered people to die from. Often my thoughts were dark, but this was new.
Wow . I felt immense power running through my veins as I fucked my girlfriend, who’d soon be the most feared woman on the planet. I never wanted to leave her side. I wanted a life with her regardless of the risk that came with it. She was always the one I was supposed to be with.
As I stroked her insides and clit harder, she lost all control, screaming as she drenched my face. Chest heaving, she stared down at me, my face buried between her legs as I stared back into her eyes. She grabbed my hair, holding me against her.
My gaze shifted to movement in the doorway, seeing Ian and Luke staring at us with others behind them. There was no way in hell I could stop now. She was humping my face and still squirting inside my mouth. Ignoring them with a smirk, I focused on her eyes only once again until she came down from her high.
Her arms flailed out to her sides. “Holy fucking shit, Tyler, that was—” her head collapsed back, and she gasped, “Oh fuck!” She sat up, hopping off the desk, sitting in my lap.
I wiped my mouth off on my cuffs.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Ian said, flickering his gaze as he entered with Luke.
“Are you?’ I cocked a brow, rolling my tongue over my bottom lip.
The corners of his mouth twitched but he refused to smile. Giovanna didn’t cover herself. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, crossing her legs over my lap. I pulled her against me with one hand, resting the other between her thighs. My cock was buried between us, still not being even close to being finished with her tonight.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Ian lifted his chin at us. “You might want to get dressed.”
“Why?” Giovanna asked.
Luke interjected, “Because you’re about to have some visitors.”
“It’s the middle of the night!”
“Yeah, but bullshit can’t tell time,” Luke replied a little harshly.
Ian’s brow creased, and he took his phone from his front jeans pocket, placing it to his ear.
Give her five minutes.
Yeah, I don’t give a shit. I said, give her five. Boss or not, she’s with us. He nestled his phone back in his pocket.
Though I didn’t understand what the hell was going on, it was nice to see Ian protective over her. I’d never witnessed him be that way with someone outside our circle. He never defended Mila that way. Then again, he never had to.
“Give me five for what?” Confused, she darted her eyes to me, then back to Ian before standing. Bending over, her ass in my face, she snatched her pants off the floor, tugging them on one leg at a time. Unable to avert my gaze from her perfect ass and wet inner thighs, I tucked my dick away.
“Ty,” Ian growled, calling my attention to him, and I shifted my gaze. The expression on his face told me I wasn’t going to like what was about to happen. “Get presentable.”
Fuck . I stood, fastening my pants, then adjusting my attire.
“It’s the middle of the night,” Giovanna commented, tucking her breasts away. “Unless my father’s come back from the dead, I don’t see why it can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Ian marched over, coming to a stop in front of the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. “I suggest you watch your tone with me, because in a minute you’re going to need me.”
She took a step back, pressing her rear into me. “Sorry, I’m just so tired of shit happ—” Her voice trailed off at movement in the doorway. She gasped, her knees weakening but she quickly stabilized herself before I could help. “Oh my God!”
“Hey,” her oldest brother, Carmine, greeted her. His black hair was styled into a messy pompadour, and a neatly trimmed beard hugged his jaw. The expression in his dark eyes bore no sign of remorse. A malevolent grin stretched wide across his face.
“Hey, sis.” Enzo, the middle brother, echoed. He was a couple of inches shorter than Carmine. Much like his brother, he had dark hair and eyes, though he appeared slightly more unkept and carried himself further relaxed. He seemed not phased whatsoever by the fact that he’d been gone for so long.
Carmine was supposed to be in prison, and I wasn’t aware he was getting out any time soon, after the crimes he’d committed. Judging by the way both men carried themselves, I wasn’t shocked that Vito didn’t want either of them running his family. Carmine appeared unhinged and Enzo seemed like he couldn’t have given a single shit.
“How the… what… oh my God!” she repeated, speeding toward her older brothers. Throwing her arms around them at the same time, she hugged them. “Carmine,” she said, taking a step back, “How are you out of prison? Not that I’m sad to see you but I’m—” her voice trailed off.
“Shocked?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
He lifted his chin at Ian. “You can thank him for that.”
She spun to Ian, her eyes wide. I was just as surprised. Ian wasn’t known for his generosity when it came to those he didn’t consider friends.
He offered a subtle nod. “I thought you could use some real family.”
“Thank you,” she whispered before turning back to them. “So, I have something to tell you both.”
Carmine pushed by her, making a beeline for me. He stopped on the other side of the desk, his fists clenched at his sides. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you behind my father’s desk?”
“I’m her boyfriend and?—”
“Carmine!” Giovanna rushed over, placing herself next to me, hooking her arm in mine. “This is my very serious boyfriend, Tyler Prescott, and he’s amazing.”
“Prescott?!” he gasped. “You a lawyer?”
“Yeah,” I replied calmly but I wasn’t taking any chances, “do you have something to say about me?”
Giovanna gripped my arm snuggly. “Baby?—”
“Yeah, I do, actually,” he sneered. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself in New York, bro. Your reputation around the prison was pretty fucking great among the prisoners.”
I glimpsed Ian and Luke, who were both rigid, ready for a fight if it resulted in one, but they relaxed instantly. “As it should be,” Not letting my guard down, I stood taller. I didn’t give a shit that he was my girlfriend’s brother. Withdrawing my arm from her snug grip, I stretched it around her, pulling her against me again.
Enzo meandered closer. “We gotta talk, G.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, “I know.”
“So, it’s true,” he asked, coming to a stop in front of the desk next to Carmine. Lifting a hand to his chin, he stroked his jaw.
“It is, but I didn’t make the decision for him.”
“For who?” Carmine asked.
“Dad.”
“Huh?” Enzo chimed in.
Giovanna arched a brow. “What were you talking about?”
“What were you talking about?” Carmine replied. “I was talking about whoopin’ Luca’s ass when I see him.”
“First of all, no one’s doing that!” she barked.
“I’m the boss now that I’m out of prison and what I say goes,” Carmine jeered. “You get no fucking say in this. I love you but?—”
“Don’t speak to her that way,” I snapped, unable to control myself.
“Excuse me?” he snarled, taking a step closer.
“Baiting me to repeat myself will do you no favors.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t repeat myself for anyone.”
Enzo snorted. “Your reputation might proceed you at his prison, but you don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to.”
Carmine lifted a hand, hushing his brother, then folded his arms over his chest with a grin. “He’s right though. You don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to.”
“I don’t give a fuck who?—”
“Enough!” Giovanna barked. “You two,” she pointed between her brothers, “neither of you are in charge. I am, and you will do as I say. Dad didn’t leave either of you in charge. He gave it to me, and if you overstep me, I’ll have you both dragged outside and beaten senseless.”
I glimpsed Ian and Luke, who were watching with raised brows, but Ian stepped forward, summoning everyone’s attention. “Your father,” he said, picking up the stack of papers off the table they’d been moved to, “left his strict orders in this file. It was found after his passing. It’s settled and her ceremony will be as soon as she’s ready.”
“Wait,” Carmine scoffed at Giovanna, “is he serious?”
She nodded once as Ian shoved the file into Carmine’s hands.
“Wow,” Enzo smiled, “alright. I have no prob with it.”
Carmine glared at her. “A woman? In charge of the family? That’s laughable.”
I scowled. “It’s less laughable than you, who got busted and sent to prison. I doubt she would’ve been caught.”
Enzo let out a laugh. “Damn, maybe you should be the one in charge.”
I glanced down at Giovanna. “No, I think she’s going to be great.”
“So, we’re just supposed to listen to you?” Carmine protested.
“You don’t have to,” Giovanna smirked, “but it’ll just cause problems for you. I’ll give you one chance to step away from the family if that’s what you want. Otherwise, you pledge your lives to me and do whatever the hell I say.”
Everything Giovanna did turned me on. I marveled at her ability to step up into her new role. Ian and Luke were watching her like proud older brothers.
Carmine lifted a hand to his chin in thought for a moment before he replied. “No, I got your back. I’m just fucking shocked, and it makes no sense to me right now, but fine. I’m in.”
“Me too and?—”
“Knock Knock,” Angelo called out from the doorway, summoning our attention to him. “Gia,” he closed his eyes, letting out a sigh, “there’s something that… well…” He turned around toward the door just as Frankie appeared in the doorway with a man I’d never seen before.
They had their arms linked around the man between them, who appeared to be barely standing on his own two feet. As they made their way into the room, the battered man finally lifted his head, revealing a gruesome face covered in bruises and blood. Now, I barely recognized him.
Instinctively, I traced my own fading scars, remembering the terrifying moment when I thought I would die in front of Ian and Chance at the hands of the Mussolini family. A chill ran down my spine as Giovanna’s piercing scream filled the room, bringing me back to reality.
“LUCA!” She sprinted toward him, grabbing him as Frankie and the stranger let him go. His legs buckled under him as he collapsed onto the hard wooden floor with a thin, black-and-gold rug, feeling his kneecaps crack from the impact. She rushed to gather him in her arms, holding him tightly as tears streamed down her face.
“You son of a fucking bitch!” Enzo snapped.
“I’m glad he’s back so we can finish the job!” Carmine added.
“NO!” Giovanna bellowed. “You will NOT hurt him!” She turned back to Luca. “Who did this to you?”
Carmine laughed. “Someone who’s on our side, obviously.”
“We can finish it!” Enzo snapped.
Giovanna gawked at them in anger. “You’re not touching him!”
“He’s the reason dad’s dead!” Carmine argued.
“No,” Luca mumbled.
Slowly, I rounded the desk, unsure if I needed to get involved with the family drama or not. God knows, I’d had my fair share. Ian, Luke, and I exchanged a glance when Luca looked up at me. My blood ran cold. I hurried over to him, grabbing his jaw harshly. Moving it back and forth, I examined the markings on his face. They were identical to mine.
“Mussolini,” I rumbled under my breath.
“What?” Ian asked, taking a step closer.
I let his face go. “The Russians are the least of our worries now.”