Chapter 12 Noah #2
“You hurt someone dear to me. No one hurts what’s mine and gets away with it” possessiveness taking over me. The need to kill every motherfucker here is so strong.
The big Boss laughs and then I see his arm moving. He’s ready to strike.
I don’t give him a chance to reach for his gun, firing a single bullet through his temple and watching him crumple to the ground.
Females screams hang in the air, but I pay it no attention, ducking for cover as the other men begin to shoot at us. One of Evan’s men gets shot at his shoulder. The rest of Evan’s men who are more trained in combat take down the rest of the men.
We had two casualties, one that was shot in the shoulder and another that was shot in the stomach. He’s losing blood. Evan nods at me and they leave, entering their vehicles speeding away. I get into my car and calmly exit the alley, turning left to a side street as I hear police sirens.
Matteo’s people will handle the rest, same as always.
The building’s unregistered, the drug operation was never going to show up on any lease, and the women who screamed aren’t going to be talking to police about a business that isn’t supposed to exist in the first place.
It’s ugly, but it’s clean in the way that matters.
No paper trail leads back to a mechanic who took a year off to fix up his grandparents’ old house.
That’s the arrangement Matteo and I settled on years ago, back when I still had a reason to make enemies like this one disappear quietly.
I don’t love what I’ve become to keep the people I care about safe, but I’ve never once regretted it either.
I check on my two men before I leave, watch them loaded into a car headed for a doctor who doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t file paperwork, the same one who’s patched me up more times than I care to count over the years.
Both will live. Both knew the risk when they signed on with Matteo, same as I did once.
It doesn’t make the sight of their blood on the pavement sit any easier, but it’s a weight I’ve carried before and I’ll carry it again if I have to.
Matteo claps a hand on my shoulder before I leave, the closest thing to affection either of us has ever been comfortable displaying.
“You did good tonight,” he says, low, just for me.
“Your father would’ve handled it messier.
More bodies than necessary. You kept it clean.
” I don’t know if that’s meant as comfort or warning, and honestly, after ten years working alongside the man, I’ve stopped expecting the difference between the two to be obvious.
The drive home takes forever, still I pull into the front of my house. The second I open the door, I smell the delicious food my little vixen must have been making but I don’t want a bite of it. What I want is my little princess wrapped around me, taking me deep into her tight cunt.
“Lily, Where are you?” I shout, walking through the house, setting my keys onto a side table. She doesn’t answer, but I hear the shower, and I make my way through our bedroom. The thought of our bedroom pleasing me.
When I open my bedroom door, the sound gets louder. “Fuck yes,” I growl, tugging off my tie. I kick off my shoes, bending down to pull my socks off and then taking off my T shirt, and then shoving down my jeans.
I push open the door, causing her to jump back, nearly falling in the shower, but her body hits the wall. “Sorry, princess.”
“You were gone so long,” she says, water sluicing down her face, and there’s real worry threaded through the words, not just surprise at me barging in. “I kept checking my phone. I didn’t know if something happened.”
Guilt twists low in my gut, sharp and unfamiliar. I’m not used to answering to anyone for my comings and goings, haven’t been in years. “I had some things to take care of at the garage. Should’ve called.” It’s not a lie, not exactly, just not the whole truth, and I hate how easily it comes.
“Okay,” she says softly, like she wants to believe me and mostly does. That trust, so easily given, makes something in my chest ache worse than any bullet ever could.
She covers her chest and her pussy with her hands. I shake my head. “Don’t hide your sexy body from me. I’m going to be staring at it all the time.” Shucking my boxers down my dick bobs, slapping my stomach which catches her eyes. Her lips part and then her little pink tongue pops out.
“Damn, my cock aches to have your lips wrapped around it, but if you do that I’ll nut in your mouth when I need to fill your womb.
” Her cheeks turn pink, making me harder by the second.
I step into the shower, crowding her space, water sliding down my back.
Cupping the small of her back, I thrust my hand into her hair, holding it tightly as she closes her eyes.
I drop my mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and she opens her mouth for me, giving me what I want.
I pull back to see her eyes fluttering open and her lips parted. Fuck, she submits so willingly. Perfect.
“Noah,” she moans, gripping my bicep to steady herself. I have her though. I’d never let her fall.
“Relax, princess. I’ve got you.” Lily tilts her head, giving me a wide berth to taste her skin. My tongue runs the base of her neck up to her ear.
“Princess are you ready for me?” I ask, sliding my hand down to her cunt. She doesn’t answer with her words. I nudge her thighs apart with my knee. “Let me see for myself.”
She doesn’t stop me, instead she presses her head on my chest. “Damn, your pussy is so tight and wet.” A mewl escapes her throat as the tip of my finger rubs against her clit.
I increase the pressure on her heat, running my finger up and down her seam before slowly sliding it inside her hot womb.
Her walls grip me so tightly that I know I’ve got my work cut out for me.
“Noah,” she calls out again.
“What do you need, little girl? Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes. Please. I need to come”
“I’m gonna give it to you.” I slam her back to the wall and drop to my knees. Tossing her legs over my shoulders I thrust my tongue into her pussy. The shock sends her hips forward, but my hands on her ass hold her in place.
“Mine.” I pump my finger while I tongue her slit, tasting her sweet, tangy juices, and knowing immediately that I’m hooked. Addicted. Obsessed.
“You taste so damn good.”
“Daddy,” she stutters out, coming on my face. I continue dipping my fingers into her pussy, stretching it for me. She sighed, her head tilted up against the wall with her hands in my hair. She looks so fucking sexy coming undone for me.
My onslaught didn’t waiver as I set her on her feet and rise up to suck on her tight, dark peaks. I suck harder, causing her to arch her back and cling to me.
“Time to work my cock into your tight pussy,” I growl, turning off the shower head, snatching some towels off the rack, and carrying her into our bedroom.
I set her down and dry her off, so the only thing soaking fucking wet is her pussy.
I toss the towels on the floor because I don’t give a shit about the mess we make.
It can be cleaned tomorrow, but for now, I need to be inside of her.