23. Emilia
CHAPTER 23
I needed them, all of them, just one last time.
I was prepared to beg for just thirty minutes, but Javi was a step ahead.
“We’re waiting until all the teams are ready. It won’t be until this evening or tomorrow.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, carrying me to his room and laying me on his bed. The guys followed, already tugging off their clothes.
Javi’s eyes held mine. “You’re ours.”
I nodded and pulled Marco’s shirt over my head before tossing it to the floor.
Cruz smiled when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Easy access?” He lifted a brow.
I grinned. “I was hopeful someone would want to play.”
“How about all of us?” Derek asked, his eyes hooded.
The five of us had been together before, but they’d been tender. Gentle. Taking care of me. Only Cruz had fucked me.
“You mean in me? At the same time?” I couldn’t picture how that would work. There was only one of me with only so many holes. Was it even possible to take four men?
Marco shared a look with Derek. “You can take at least two.”
Javi snapped his head toward them. “What?”
“Where?” Cruz stared down at my naked center.
“Two here.” Marco pointed to my pussy. “We could try to get one more here.” His finger lowered to what I assumed meant my asshole. “And there.”
He pointed to my mouth.
“Okay, maestro.” I nearly snorted. He couldn’t be serious.
The other three groaned. Javi’s hand was in his boxers, stroking himself. Derek ran his tongue over his lip with a lifted brow.
Cruz started nodding. “Hell yes.”
I closed my legs. “Excuse me? That sounds like a lot.”
Marco put his hands on my knees and spread them. “We’ll take it a little bit at a time.”
“Make sure you’re nice and ready for us,” Javi agreed.
Well, as long as they had a plan.
“I need to taste her.” Cruz pushed them away and kneeled between my legs.
His fingers were featherlight as he skimmed them over my seam before lowering until he kissed my mound, then licked the path his fingers had taken.
“Oh,” I said with a sigh.
“Feel good, princess?” Marco climbed to my side and kissed behind my ear and down my neck.
“So good.” I sucked in a breath when Cruz’s tongue entered me.
“How’s she taste?” Javi asked and got a hum in response.
“He can’t respond right now.” Derek smirked, then came to my other side, dragging a finger over my lips, down my throat and chest, straight to drawing circles around my clit.
Cruz tried to knock him away, but Derek swatted the back of his head. “Focus on your own work.”
Between the two of them and Marco teasing my left breast with his mouth, it took no time before the first wave of sweet bliss came.
I cried out, but Javi’s mouth covered mine.
“Is she ready?” Marco asked.
“Yeah,” Cruz panted.
“Get the lube from the nightstand,” Javi directed Derek.
“Princess, scooch over to the side.” Marco rolled off the bed and motioned for me to go where he was. “Cruz, you lie here.” He pointed to the center. “But scoot down until your knees are over the side.”
Cruz obeyed and lay with his hands under the back of his head, his hard cock pointed at the ceiling. I bit my lip, wanting to taste it but not wanting to interrupt Marco’s plans.
“Wait.” Marco hesitated. “You good with rubbing dicks?”
He froze. “Um? What?”
Derek chuckled low, and I shot him a glare. “What? He’s fine staring at them but doesn’t want to touch?”
“There’s a difference between watching one of you fuck our girl and feeling you do it,” Cruz snapped back.
Marco put up his hand. “That’s fine. Derek, you go there instead.”
“No.” Cruz rocked his shoulders as if getting more comfortable. “I can do it.”
“It does feel pretty fucking amazing.” Marco smiled.
“Huh.” Javi was watching him with raised brows. “I didn’t know you three already tried this.”
Derek stood a bit straighter. “You don’t need to know everything we do.”
“I’m just a bit jealous is all.” Javi chuckled. “Good for you guys.”
This conversation was getting too weird. I didn’t need them high-fiving next.
“Now what?” I asked Marco.I was ready and wanted them.
“Who do you want to have in your ass?”
I let out a small gasp, starting to shake my head.
“She’s never done it before.” Cruz glanced at me to double-check, and I agreed.
“I’ll take it slow, babe.” Javi gazed down at me and I nodded.
“Okay.”
“She might not be able to take all of you. Start with a finger,” Marco told him.
“No shit. I’m not going to hurt her.” Javi gave me a reassuring smile.
He wouldn’t. I knew he’d be gentle and make sure I felt good.
Marco’s heated gaze landed back on me. “Straddle Cruz, princess.”
I kicked my leg over his waist and bent over to kiss him before sitting up.He lifted his hands to my breasts, playing with my nipples while I gripped his wrists.
“Javi, you get behind her,” Marco directed.
“What about me?” Derek protested.
Javi crawled behind me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You still wet for us, babe?” His fingers pushed along my slit, spreading the wetness with a groan.
“Fuck,” I panted. “I am.”
Cruz groaned. “Hurry up, Marco!”
“Right.” Marco knelt next to me. “Okay, take Cruz for me, princess.”
Javi moved his fingers, and I lined myself up as Cruz fisted himself. I lowered until his cock filled me. I closed my eyes and sighed as my hips rocked on their own.
“No, no.” Javi slapped my ass. “You have to wait.”
“Fucking hell,” Cruz groaned.
“Okay, she’s in position, so now Javi scoot up a bit.”
I felt him move, sliding his hands up my back until his chest was pressed against me.His palms slid around my waist and covered my breast before squeezing.
I groaned as Marco continued, “Now, Derek, you stand behind Javi.”
“But he’s right there,” Derek protested.
“And her pussy is right there,” Marco replied.
After a beat, I felt Javi widen his stance, his firm cock pressing against my lower back as another set of legs pressed against me.
“It’s a bit crowded,” Derek grumbled.
I giggled, but it turned into a groan when Javi bit my shoulder and sucked gently.
“Shut up and fucking hurry! I’m dying here,” Cruz whined, and I reached down and twisted his nipple. His dick swelled inside me. “Oh, shit, do that again.”
I played with him while Derek shifted, then I felt him press at my entrance.
“Cruz, touch her,” Marco demanded, and Cruz immediately obeyed, teasing my clit.
I sighed and dropped my head back.
“Good girl,” Javi whispered into my ear before pressing a kiss to my neck.
“Bend her over.”
Javi pressed his palm against the center of my back, and I dropped to my elbows, resting my cheek on Cruz’s chest as he continued to stroke and flick my most sensitive spot.
Then more pressure pressed against my pussy walls.
“Relax, princess,” Marco commanded. “Take Derek’s cock. You know you want more.”
I exhaled and closed my eyes, focusing on the sting of my core stretching around him.
“Fuck,” Cruz dragged out on a breath.
“You guys need to find a rhythm together. Either match or do the opposite. Whatever feels right,” Marco coached.
At first, Derek tried to slide out as Cruz stayed in, but I cried out. “No.”
“Stop!” Javi yelled. “Go together.”
His hand clutched my hips, steadying me as they thrust in and out over and over. My body relaxed again, adjusting to the burn and finding pleasure in the intensity.
“More?” Marco asked.
I nodded, too lost in the sweet agony and bliss to speak.
“Here,” he said, and a moment later, Javi’s cold finger pressed against my hole, slippery with lube as he circled and tested my entrance.
Still rubbing my clit, Cruz pinched it, making me scream.
“Derek, hold onto her cheeks,” Javi ordered.
His fingers gripped my ass, spreading me so Javi had better access. He swirled his finger once more before pressing against my tight hole. I exhaled, fighting to relax enough to let him in.
The tip of his finger slipped inside, and I let out a cry. It was so good. So much.
“Fuck!” Derek roared as Javi pressed deeper, slowly circling. “I can feel that.”
A tear escaped. I was so full. Ready to burst, but not wanting this to ever end.
“You like that, princess?” Marco’s voice came from right next to me.
I opened one eye and nodded.
“Want more?” Javi offered before slipping another finger in just an inch. “Push against me.”
I did and groaned in pleasure as he filled me.
Derek and Cruz continued their thrusting, but when I tried to focus on that, Javi played with me, adding a third finger.
“Can you take Javi?”Marco asked.
I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t protest.
Javi’s fingers disappeared, and I whimpered. Even with two cocks in me, I felt empty. I hadn’t known I would miss having that spot full until it wasn’t.
Cold lube dripped between my ass cheeks. Then his dripping wet tip pressed against me, and I pushed back, needing him immediately.
“Oh, fuck,” Javi gasped as he slid into me. His head dropped to my back.
“Fucking hell!” Derek grunted and gripped my ass tighter.
“Oh, god.” Cruz paused his thumb on my clit. “You’re so fucking amazing, nena.”
“She’s a very good girl.” Marco kissed my cheek. “But you have one empty hole left.
I parted my lips, drunk on lust and greed and them.
His cock filled my mouth, and I moaned against it, licking up the shaft as he pulled out. I sucked on the tip before he pressed back in.
They were all inside me.
The five of us were one.
I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t know it could be this damned good, but tears rolled down my cheeks as they moved in sync. Marco reached down and squeezed my nipple as if I needed more stimulation.
My body was too wired. I wasn’t sure I could even orgasm. It felt like I’d never come down from this high as my body was rocked back and forth by the four men I loved with my whole heart and soul.
“Come for us, princess,” Marco said in a strained voice.
I shook my head.
It couldn’t end.
“Come on, nena.” Cruz pinched my clit as he and Derek thrust deep into me, and I screamed.
The explosion of bliss and euphoria was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My body was weightless, floating through the atmosphere.
They each finished within seconds of me. Marco pulled out and came over my back as if I needed his mark to know I was his.
I belonged to them, with them. Forever.
We just had to find a way to survive first.
“Are you sure?” Cruz kissed my cheek.
I nodded, trying to keep my annoyance from showing. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked. Between the four of them, I’d answered that question at least a hundred times. Today.
We’d been up and planning since Rod’s message came in.
They took turns checking on me, fussing over me, and offering reassurance.
This was what happened when I broke. I showed a moment of weakness, crying over the loss of a dear friend, and now they acted like I was a fragile little creature they had to protect. Well, now that they weren’t fucking me.
Granted, my moment was really a week of heavy grief. Not just for Ama or Maria, but for my entire life to this point.
“I just need to finish my makeup, and I’ll be ready.” I met his eyes in the mirror, and he sighed and kissed the top of my head before leaving me in the bathroom.
Adding more mascara so I would look truly devastated when I cried, I avoided my own gaze. It was too hard to look at myself.
I did this. I brought an entire family burning to the ground. I’d done it for almost a decade. Destroying. Killing.
The Alpha pointed, and I acted, never questioning, because it was my only choice.
My entire life, I’d been a prisoner.In a gilded cage, sure, but I was only now seeing how trapped the confines of the Pack had been.
I’d never been in control of my own life. I’d lied to myself, thinking I’d found a way to get what I wanted, a loophole to convince myself I had a choice. Not being forced to marry and have children was my only goal.
Now, my eyes were open.
I couldn’t go back to my old life. It was too small. How could I spend every day going through the same motions of sleep, training, running, training, sleep? Over and over. Waiting for my phone to ring with a new mission just to have something to do.
The guys had shown me what a full life could look like.
The Pack brought us together, but they’d be the ones to tear us apart.
I hated El Lobo. The entire Velez Mafia.
I hated them all. More than Alessio or Brazzi.
I hated myself for being a part of it.
“Em?” Javi called out just before swinging around the doorframe. “You ready?”
I quickly blinked away the tears and nodded. “Should I text him?”
“Not yet. We want to get in place first. Give him the least amount of time to plan before seeing you.”
“Okay.” I slid my phone into the back pocket of my white shorts and followed him out to the living room, where the others were waiting. I couldn’t meet their eyes. I didn’t want them to see how upset I was.
“Em?” Derek’s voice was low.
Fuck. Of course he noticed.
I cleared my throat and lifted my chin. “Let’s go.”
Marco came around the couch toward me, but I held up a hand. “No.”
He cocked a brow. “No?”
“No hugs or kisses or goodbyes. We’re going to take that stupid boat and get in the car like it’s any other day. This will all be over in a few hours, and we can come back and celebrate.”
Cruz and Derek shared a look I chose to ignore.
“Okay,” Javi agreed and waved the guys out. “You heard our woman.”
Marco eyed me once before turning and leading them toward the door. I stepped out last and went through the routine of taking the elevator down, getting on the boat, and crossing to the marina. Javier got behind the wheel, and I got in the passenger seat as the guys crammed into the back.
“You can text him now,” he told me quietly as we pulled up to the shopping center we selected with the beta and gamma teams.
I pulled out my phone and read his last message. He’d killed so many people, for me. He thought that was enough to win me back. He was sick, but then again, by those standards, so was I.
I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.
“Amor?” His desperation was clear.
“Alessio.” My voice broke, and Cruz’s hand landed on my right shoulder.
“I’ve missed you. Are you ready to come home?”
“I want to talk to you first.”
“Of course. Where are you, amor? I’ll come to you.”
I named the center. “I’ll be at the cafe’s patio.” I could hear movement on his end.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay.” I hung up and let out a breath as I dropped my head back against the rest. “He’s coming.”
Javi turned to the guys. “Let’s get in position.”
They got out, while he and I stayed. He pointed to the table where one of ours was already sitting. “Sit in that chair. They’ll come from your left.”
I nodded. We’d gone through the plan enough for me to memorize it, but it was soothing to do it one more time with the pieces all in place.
“Kick, scream, knock the chair over. Do whatever you need to make it seem real.”
“Got it.”
He squeezed my arm. “This will be over soon.”
I met his eyes. “See you on the other side.”
Before he could respond, or I could change my mind and beg him to drive away, I got out and walked across the open pavilion to the café. I ordered an iced tea, and when it was ready, the man saving my spot casually stood and threw away his empty cup. I took his place and stared ahead, waiting.
The world around me was a muted, blurred backdrop that felt a million miles away. I had dozens of eyes on me, hidden and in plain sight, but I didn’t look for them.
It didn’t take long for Alessio to arrive. We picked a spot just down from his house so we wouldn’t have to wait.
“Amor.” He took my hands and kissed me deeply before kneeling before me. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
I bit my lip, fighting to control my emotions, then I remembered I didn’t have to. “Alessio, I’m so sorry.”
He pulled me into his arms, and I clung to him. He was thinner. He felt as fragile as I did.
He stepped back and sat in the chair to my right, positioned so my left would be open and vulnerable.
“No, I’m sorry. It was one of my own that betrayed me.” He dropped his head, focusing on our joined hand as he brushed his thumb over my knuckles. “I’ll never forgive myself. My pride cost me my sister.” He sucked in a breath. “And my mother.”
“What?” I gasped. “What happened to Maria?”
A tear fell between us. “Her house was attacked. They killed her and all the men guarding her.”
I bent forward, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
He leaned into me, pulling us together. “I’ve lost nearly everything. I can’t lose you too.”
I lifted his chin to make him look at me. “I love you too much to walk away.”
He closed his eyes as his shoulders dropped. “That’s all that matters to me.”
“But Alessio, I can’t continue like this.”
He straightened, squeezing my hands. “It’s all different now, amor. I took care of my enemies. They are gone. No longer a threat to us.”
I furrowed my brow. “Brazzi?”
His eyes darkened. “Dead.”
“Michael?”
“Dead.” He kissed me. “You are safe. It’s just me and you now. That’s all that matters.”
At what cost? His family was gone. His business was depleted. His few standing men were ready to turn. Didn’t he see that?
He was so desperate to hold on to me, he burned down the rest of his world.
He lost everything but was desperately clinging to the idea of Millie.
The Velez Mafia, my Pack, had ripped everything away from him. Piece by piece.
And I helped.
He was a shell of the man I met a few months ago. He had so little left.
His territories in Cuba and Mexico were gone. The Velez had taken over already. The shreds of his holdings here could be taken by the next group to rise in power. He didn’t have the numbers to defend it.
Wasn’t this enough?
Couldn’t the Velez be satisfied?
No.
And there was nothing I could do to save him.
He was so pathetic I almost wanted to. Not that I had any control in this situation. I’d played my role perfectly.This was his fate. He’d chosen it over and over. He’d been warned. The Velez weren’t known for being subtle with their threats.
Footsteps pounded from somewhere behind me. It was the two-second warning before thick arms wrapped around my chest.
I screamed, real terror washing over me as the memory of being handcuffed next to Ama filled my mind. Being carried out of that building with shots firing around us. Watching Ama get hit once, twice, three times before we cleared the exit. Them taking her away in a different car. I couldn’t help her.
I kicked. I thrashed. I threw my legs out, knocking over the chair and blocking Alessio from getting to me in time.
“Millie!” he roared as he pushed it out of the way.
We were already moving. The distance between him and me grew as my captor ran away to the waiting van.
“Alessio!” My voice broke. My tears were real.
His face was pure terror, watching his worst nightmare come to life as I was dragged away.
“Aless––” A hand slapped my mouth, blocking my final scream.
He was running toward us, but the van door opened.
“Amor!” His eyes were wide in horror.
I reached for him, trying one last time to escape as the doors slammed shut, and the van took off.
“Sorry, Emilia.” The man behind me scooted back and helped me sit up on the back row. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I wiped my cheeks, brushing the black streaks onto my shirt. “No, you did great.”
He offered a tight smile. “We’ll be at the building in about ten. Do you want some water?”
The man in the passenger seat twisted, and I finally relaxed at seeing Cruz. “Here you go.”
He held out a bottle for me, and I quickly drank it down. “Thanks.”
“You o––”
I shook my head. “Don’t.”
He frowned but turned back around as I slumped and closed my eyes. I’d never get the image of Alessio’s face from my mind.
There was nothing fake about his feelings. He loved and cared about me as much as he could, and I was his end.
But I wasn’t the only one responsible. He’d accepted his death with every decision he’d made since he had taken over for his father. He had his own crimes to answer for.
Inviting children into his clubs and killing them with his drugs. Stealing homes and land from families in Mexico. Using his weapons to kill those who didn’t leave willingly. Issuing orders to use and then kill children looking for work. Not just in Miami, but Cuba and Mexico. Extorting, exploiting, and abusing for years.
He was far from innocent.
He was evil wrapped in a handsome, charming custom suit.
I was his angel of death.