CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
SAINT
It’s been weeks since I assumed the position of the syndicate.
I haven’t had a meeting with the boys who worked for my father and moved around our product in several parts of the city.
Even though our family benefited more from moving our cargo out of the country to other associates, we still had several bases here controlled by trusted men who had been part of the Black Viper for years.
The room is packed with the leaders of Runners we have in the city. About five of them in their several outfits.
I’m sitting on my throne, hands resting against the polished wooden table, eyes on the men before me. Sinclair and Cross are here, as well as Elio. He stands beside me, hands resting on top of the throne as he observes the men before us.
I had taken my time to explain everything to him over the free time we had after sitting down with Dr. Khadija and trying to strike a new bargain with Prince Kane, whose promises I’ve broken.
Elio knows everything. Starting from me, the boss and king, to the consigliere, enforcer, underboss, capos/runners, soldiers, and the associates we had in this city and outside the country.
He’s very much aware of how the Black Viper works. He’s also now a part of it and has a tattoo on his chest to prove it. Amongst other tattoos that I wouldn’t like to share in a meeting. Those are for closed doors only.
I’m not anywhere near better, but I’m trying. And I’ll keep doing my best for the family and the syndicate.
Olivia took over Seven Stone Finance and has signed the contract deal with Prince Kane.
I won’t stop either until Virgil’s found. That’s my priority since all I have to do is focus on the syndicate.
“Welcome.” I announce. “It’s been a while since we have had a gathering like this. The last time everyone was here, my father sat on this throne. But this time, I’m the one with the cards, and I hope you’ll extend the loyalty you’ve had for the men and women of my family to me.”
They all murmur in agreement.
“I just wanted to make a few changes to the syndicate. You are all aware that my brother, the enforcer, is missing. Cross and I are scouting every corner of the Red Island to have him returned home, and we will find him.” I continue, voice firm and steady.
“I have decided to make a few changes when it comes to the family business. My grandfather had divided this city between his two loyal sons, but I’d like to merge it back with Sinclair King as the Underboss, and my youngest brother, Cross, as the consigliere of the syndicate. ”
“What about the enforcer?” The man in the left corner asks.
“I’m getting to that.” My gaze cuts sharply.
“For now, Sinclair’s second in command will take over as the enforcer, but he will stay close to the underboss.
Everything that happens in this city gets back to us because he holds as much power as I do and still has his rules and territory. Do y’all understand?”
“Yes, sir.” They echo.
“Good. We’ll distribute new products soon, so make sure you get me my money.
” I rise to my feet and turn on my heels, facing the window.
My eyes scan the field behind the building, and my lips curl into a smirk.
“And get word on the street that Saint King is the presiding boss of the Black Viper Syndicate.”
“Yes, sir.”
After they leave the office, it’s just me, Sinclair, Cross, and Elio in the room. I brief them about the family dinner we’ll be having tonight in celebration of how everything has worked out for the family. Then they leave, and it’s just Elio and me in the house.
“See, I told you it’ll be perfect.” He says behind me. I face him with a smirk on my lips.
“You did. And I trust you.” I put my hand around his shoulder and press a kiss on his lips. “We’ve done all the heavy lifting, and I’d really appreciate it if we take some time off.”
“Time off?” He lifts his brows at me.
I don’t like it when he plays these games with me. He knows how much I’m so down bad for him.
“I have been thinking about you all fucking day, baby. I can’t get you out of my head.”
He smirks, cheeks heating with want. “Tell me, Saint…” He whispers, and I interrupt him even before I can finish the sentence. “I love it when you say my name.” I whine.
“Really?”
“I love everything you do.” I grunt and lean closer.
“You really want me?”
“Yes, baby, I do.” I slide my hand around his waist. “I’m desperate for you.”
“Show me, then.” He steps back, and I straighten my spine, throat working as I swallow. He turns on his heel and strides toward the door. Before he slips through the ajar exit, he looks over his shoulder and walks into the hallway.
Every part of my body burns with heat, my restraint getting thinner and thinner. Before I can take my next breath, I barrel out the doors and meet him all the way up the stairs. I peel my jacket off my body so violently that it makes him giggle.
He can see it in my eyes. Of course, he can. How much I’ve wanted him for the past few days. How I can’t fucking wait to have him all to myself. To give myself to him.
I love it so much when he takes control, making me his desperate, pathetic lover. I love being that for him. I didn’t think I’d ever want intimacy in a way that’s surrendering, but Elio makes me want it so much I’m so greedy for it.
I take the staircase two at a time until I’m up on the landing. My long, purposeful strides catch up to him before he enters the bedroom.
I snatch him around the waist and make him face me, taking his lips in a kiss. A grunt scrapes out of my throat as I back him up to the bed. We tear each other’s clothes off our bodies, tossing them around and making a mess on the floor.
“Fuck.” I whimper.
“I’m the boss tonight. Okay?” he grunts as he kisses me again.
“Whatever you want from me, I’m ready to give, little devil. I’m so fucking desperate for you, baby.” I groan.
“Anything.”
“Yes.” I nod firmly.
“Kneel.”
I go on my fucking knees without question. Whatever my little devil wants, he fucking gets.
I look up at him, eyes hooded with intense need. He stares down at me in awe, brushing his fingers over my lips.
I’m a goner for Elio Layton-King, and I don’t fucking mind.
“You love me on my knees, don’t you?” He smirks. “Hmm, hmm.” I grunt.
“Get on the bed.”
I don’t waste a second. I’m on the bed before he even blinks.
Before he gets in, I reach for the nightstand and take out the bottle of lube. He pulls down his shorts and gets on the bed with me while I stare at him, all hot and fucking bothered.
For me. For this.
“Tell me you’re as desperate for me as I am for you, little devil.”
“Fuck, I am. I think of you every second of every day. I always wonder what you’re doing, what you’re thinking… if you’re thinking about me. I’ve been thinking about touching you.” His hands move all over my chest as his seductive gaze studies my skin. “I got this tattoo for you, remember?”
My eyes drop to my name neatly written on his dark skin, slightly above his waistline.
We both tattooed each other’s names at the exact spot on our bodies.
“Yes, you did,” I whisper, voice thinning with want. What amazes me through this is how easy it got for me to be in the moment with him. How much of myself I give to him every day as much as he gives to me as well.
I lean forward, hands resting on his cheeks as I kiss him. I can’t handle his teasing any fucking more. My hand circles his waist as I pull him closer.
The kiss burns hot and intense. He breaks the kiss and pushes me down onto the bed, pressing kisses all over my skin. He takes my nipples into his teeth and pulls taut. My body coils tightly with desire.
“Fuck. That’s it.”
“You like it.”
“Yes, baby. Fuck.” I arch into his touch.
I need him too. More than I thought I would. All those days when we weren’t together were so much torture.
I have never wanted anyone as much as I have wanted Elio.
I lean back and take his lips in an all-consuming kiss that steals every breath of air embedded in my lungs. A soft whimper escapes me as his hand brushes along my thick, aching dick.
My hand fastens around his waist. His length leaks pre-cum all over me, and I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump.
I stare at the level of devotion that burns in his eyes as he explores every fucking part of me with his brutal, lovely kisses.
I’m here. In his protection. His embrace. His quiet, careful touch.
He grounds me beyond the physical. He looks at me like he doesn’t regret fighting for us.
And damn, I fucking believe it. We fucking deserve this.
This love. This tenderness. This closeness.
I deserve my happy ending.
He grabs both of our dicks, hands slick with lube as he pumps us in a rhythm that makes my body clench with pleasure.
He bites his lower lip, gaze clouded with pleasure as he watches me. I groan at the swipe of his fist around the crown of our length. Both our dicks throb, leaking pre-cum. He strokes the pre-cum all over our shaft for lubrication.
A sharp breath escapes him as my dick jerks in his palm.
One corner of my mouth lifts into a slow, decadent smirk as my eyes meet his darker pupils. “Fuck… baby.”
“I love it when you call me that.” He grins and strokes us together. A low sound builds in his chest, breath spilling out of his lungs. I concentrate on the pleasure, hands gliding over the glans of our penises.
“Hmmm.” I groan, eyes snapping to me only for a second. “Getting closer.”
“Hold on for me, baby.” He groans, eyes raking all over my wet, naked skin. Fuck!
His fist glides over our dicks, picking up pace. He pauses briefly and teases our glans. Slowly and rhythmically. Then he holds his fist steady as I fuck into the heat of his palm.
My breath breaks, and a low sound tears out of me as I cum all over my chest and his hands. My body vibrates with intense pleasure. He lifts my right leg to his shoulder and fastens his hand around my thigh.