Chapter 14 – Magnum
Chapter Fourteen
Magnum
I’m an adrenaline junkie, but I don’t have a death wish. That last part might be debatable, considering my current actions.
Knowing my limits and what I’m capable of has always kept me from getting myself into a situation that I can’t get out of…
Until now.
That sexy little mafia princess completely flipped my world upside down from a few hours together and a single kiss. That has to be some kind of world record for being pussy whipped. Maybe not when it comes to alphas and omegas.
Fuck if I know.
But this has to be a record for the craziest plan an alpha has ever come up with to make an omega his. Of that, I have no doubt.
I would have been up a creek without a paddle if Candice didn’t get herself all tangled up with the O’Connor family.
Right.
Candice is going by Charlotte these days, and she’s got a kid.
The MC found out about the boy a while ago, but seeing him with my own two eyes was a mindfuck. It’s hard to believe Blade could’ve had any part in creating such a cute kid. The fact I killed his dad adds another layer of fuckery to the whole mess, but I had a good reason.
Blade wasn’t just going to get himself killed. He was going to take the rest of the Demons down with him. I started that chain reaction almost four years ago when I let Candice—I mean Charlotte—walk out of the clubhouse.
I didn’t know she was pregnant at the time, and I’m glad I didn’t.
I was the one who found Blade after Charlotte tried to kill him. For a long time, I was pissed that she put me in that position, but she was young. Knowing she wanted out badly enough that she was willing to murder a man to escape was a wake-up call.
After all that shit went down, I could never quite muster the same level of unwavering support for the club, which was complicated. Both my brothers and my father were members before me, and for a long time, I didn’t question anything.
Once my eyes were open to the ugliness, I couldn’t unsee it. Even being aware of how fucked up everything was, it still took time to get my shit together.
By the time I did, the Demons were in shambles. My mother called me a traitor and told me I was the cause of the club’s collapse. That’s her opinion, but the Jacksonville chapter of the Demons was fucked long before my brother and I hashed the plan to take out the old-timers.
For it to work, no one could know Johnny was involved, and I even lied to Vanessa to keep up the ruse. My older brother stayed back in Florida, just in case things went sideways. Because he was able to keep his hands clean, the remaining members voted him in as the new president.
I never planned to stick around after that, and for whatever reason, I couldn’t get the spunky omega out of my head. At first, I told myself it was because I didn’t want to travel alone, but Vanessa’s tart green apples and cinnamon scent has haunted me since that day in the hotel.
I’m reasonably attractive.
Women come to me regularly enough that I’ve never had to chase one down.
Getting into Vanessa’s family’s house was one thing, but when she never came home after her engagement party, I had to take extreme measures.
Asking Charlotte to help was my only chance at finding out where Vanessa disappeared to, and it paid off, even if her alphas were pissed.
She owed me one.
I got my ass handed to me the night she nearly killed Blade. I was the one on watch, after all.
Whether the O’Connors would help was dicey for a bit, but Charlotte went to bat for me. And that’s how Charlotte and Patrick snuck me into Moretti’s mansion. Rode right in through the gate in their car, pretending to be one of their security team members.
We had a plan in place before we ever stepped inside the house, and it went off without a hitch. The trickiest part was not running into anyone who would have recognized me from the night of the kidnapping exchange at Moretti’s warehouse, but no one questioned me being Charlotte’s guard.
A very chatty woman with a baby mentioned that Vanessa was staying on the third floor and that Moretti stayed in his own room last night.
I was hoping to talk to Vanessa while Patrick distracted Moretti, but with her not being home, I made the call to stay hidden in the house until she got back.
Charlotte was my partner in crime as we scouted around for the pack bedroom the talkative woman mentioned, and I’ve been camped out in the nest for hours.
Patrick O’Connor officially hates my guts. He said as much in his text to let me know they made it out the gate without anyone questioning where their guard disappeared to.
The main problem will be getting the two of us back out again if Vanessa is even interested in leaving with me. She wanted nothing to do with the other man she was supposed to end up with, but I have no idea where her head is at with Moretti.
Either way, I couldn’t bring myself to leave Boston without at least trying to check on her. I hate being trapped in a place I can’t easily get out of, but if worse comes to worst, Patrick and Charlotte will come back tomorrow morning to sneak me out again.
That’s if I can’t find a way out on my own or I’m not executed on sight.
I believed Patrick’s speech that Moretti’s security is significantly more advanced than what I dealt with at Vanessa’s family’s mansion.
I’m genuinely starting to question my sanity, and at the same time, I’m riding the high of a successful break-in, even under the unusual circumstances.
Vanessa came into the primary bedroom earlier, but she was talking to a man, so I had to stay put.
Then she disappeared downstairs, likely for dinner.
Now it’s just a waiting game for everyone in the house to call it a night.
Being overly cautious pays off. I almost went out to make myself known when Vanessa climbed out of the shower, but my gut told me not to. If I had, the guy who came to check on her would have caught me.
Based on the sound of his voice, it wasn’t Moretti. I heard plenty from him the night everything went down in his warehouse.
It does leave me wondering who the unfamiliar voice belongs to, but I bet it’s whoever Moretti assigned as her guard.
I’m paranoid as fuck when I finally let myself out of the nest and venture down the hallway to the pack bedroom. I’m also buzzing with adrenaline. Who the fuck knows why my system is set up this way, but it is.
There’s no telling how she’ll react to me climbing on top of her while she’s dead asleep, so I make a point of locking the door.
Her tart green apple scent is everywhere and the notes of cinnamon and nutmeg are easier to pick out than when I ambushed her after her shower in her family’s home.
Moretti’s home is on a decent piece of property for being on the outskirts of Boston. Although there’s essentially no light pollution from the city, the window does illuminate enough that I’m not afraid I’ll bump into anything.
Vanessa lies on her back near the edge of the plush mattress, and her dark brown hair fans around her shoulders.
She’s fucking stunning.
That much is evident, despite the low lighting.
Bending down, I unlace my boots and toe out of them as quietly as possible. My nostrils flare as I roll my shoulders back, and I’m once again smacked with her scent. It sends a pulse straight to my knot.
Maybe it’s fucked up, but I like stalking her while she’s asleep. I’d be open to fucking her awake from time to time, if she were down for that.
Shit.
Her scent is starting to distract me a little too much.
It would be so hot to fuck her here in her husband’s house. I use that term as loosely as possible.
Charlotte filled me in on everything, but she swore Moretti wasn’t a bad guy.
Which is bullshit.
I’ve known a lot of men like him. Some are better at pretending than others, but he didn’t give Vanessa a choice. That’s the exact fuckery she was desperate to escape, and just because he’s hot—Charlotte’s words, not mine—it doesn’t give him a free pass to do whatever he wants.
Damn.
I hope Vanessa is happy to see me.
My heart thumps as I hype myself up to climb onto the bed. I need to ensure she doesn’t scream before she realizes it’s me, which is probably going to scare the hell out of her for a second.
My knee hits the edge of the mattress, and I wrap my palm over her mouth. My jaw falls as her skin heats mine, but I only get a second to think about why she’s so warm.
Her eyes pop open, and she struggles as her hands fly to claw my forearm. I move my knee between hers, fully trapping her in place as I lean over her.
“Shh, princess. It’s just me,” I murmur as she knees me in the ass.
Her hazy eyes widen, and she stops thrashing.
I quirk an eyebrow. “You done?”
She nods, and her naughty little tongue flicks against my palm. My cock jumps, and she has to be able to feel it with the way I’m stretched out over her.
I pull my palm from her mouth and release her forearm, which I’m not even sure when I grabbed. I’ve been keeping myself up with my knees and abs, but I plant my hand near her head.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, a brilliant smile breaking out over her face. “How?”
I chuckle, keeping my voice low as I say, “Charlotte owed me one. Her guys were less than enthusiastic about helping me find you, but we know who’s in charge in that house.”
“I felt so bad about not being able to warn you.” Vanessa wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me lower. “I asked Moretti to bring me by my family’s house after the party. I was going to leave you a note or something, but he refused. I had no idea he was going to pull that shit.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur, my lips ghosting over hers. “I didn’t mind chasing you down.”
She captures my lower lip, swirling her tongue around it.
A low growl rattles out of my chest.
She’s feisty.
That much was clear when she woke up in the hotel, and rather than crying or begging, she kept herself together like a champ.
Her tongue fights mine for dominance, but that makes it even sweeter when she gives in and lets me take control. My forearm digs into the mattress as I flatten my palm over the top of her head.
They sure know how to blast the heat in this place, and I can’t tell if she’s warm from being under the covers or if it’s something more. Even her tongue feels hot compared to mine. Her tart apple and cinnamon scent gets heavier and sweeter the longer our mouths meet.
The fucking comforter is trapped between us, and it would feel so much better to grind against her without it in the way.
Vanessa whimpers against my lips, and I pull back to tell her I didn’t intend to maul her. Her face is so red that I can see it despite the low lighting.
I brush the backs of my fingers over her cheek as my forehead wrinkles. “Did you catch a cold? You’re burning up.”
“I’ve been on suppressants for almost six years straight. My father had the housekeepers steal them when he thought I was going to live with Grigoryan.” She groans, pulling a hand between us to rub her stomach. “Fuck. The cramps are so bad.”
I dart a look at the main door and check back on Vanessa.
She groans, and my anxiety bumps up.
If she gets noisy, her guard could come to check on her. That sick, fucked-up side of me enjoys the adrenaline boost that comes from knowing we could be caught at any moment.
“What can I do to help?” I ask, brushing my nose against hers.
“Kiss me more,” she whispers, nodding frantically.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t go find your husband?” I chuckle, holding myself up enough that I can slide under the blanket with her.
“Don’t get me started on Moretti. He legit told me to live my life and see what I like. Just to be discreet about it.” She rolls her pretty hazel eyes. “He shouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it.”
“You’re probably going to get me killed.” I settle back between her thighs. Her eyes widen, and I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you hanging. I’ve got you, princess.”
“Okay, good. I’m not above begging.” Her dress has ridden up quite a bit, showing off her luscious thighs in the pale lighting.
Most omegas are curvy, and Vanessa is no different. She has one of the more exaggerated hourglass figures, and all I can seem to think about is how soft she’s going to be when I fuck into her.
I mindlessly unhook my belt, pulling it off as she squirms. It lands on the floor near my boots, and I peek back at the door, wondering if that was loud enough to summon her bodyguard.
I’m playing a dangerous game, but Vanessa is too damn pretty. It’s not like I could get us out of here right now, anyway. That means it’s safer to ride out whatever is coming without panicking.
“Magnum,” she whisper-hisses, making a mad grab for my hips. Her fingers slide under the black long-sleeve T-shirt I’m wearing, and I’m once again alarmed by how hot she is compared to me.
I stretch out over her and push my lips to hers. I’m not sure how kissing is going to help. Not that I have a lot of experience taking care of omegas, but I thought they needed access to pheromones and knots to bring down fevers.
Hell, maybe that’s wishful thinking based on the way my knot throbs at the thought of being buried inside her.
My head gets foggy, and no matter how much I try to keep my wits about me, I end up lost to the feeling of her tongue tangling with mine.
The front of my jeans rubs against her panties as I grind her into the mattress, and Vanessa wraps her feet around the backs of my thighs.
It feels like she’s trapping me in place so I can’t get away.
It makes me ache to eat her alive.
“More,” she whispers, nodding as her fingers dig into my lower back.
“Are you sure?” I pull away enough that I can study her face.
“Yes.”
“And what more do you want, princess?” I ask, teasing my hand up her thigh. My cock presses against my jeans painfully, but it can wait.
Waves of heat are a biological response, not simple desire.
I’m also not sure how comfortable she is with sex.
Based on what I know about how the mafia families run things and what Blade said about Moretti screaming that he’d better get her back untouched, I have no idea if she was expected to show up to her wedding night a virgin.
“Just make me come. My insides feel like they’re on fire.” She grabs my hand, guiding it to her pussy.
“I can do that,” I murmur, bending low enough that I can brush my nose against hers. “You want to come all over my tongue or my fingers?” I slap her pussy, and she whines.
I crash my lips to hers, muffling the sound, but I’m not sure if it’s fast enough.