11. Vegarro “Vega” Moretti
VEGARRO “VEGA” MORETTI
After so long of watching those cameras, Sonnet had my dick so hard that it hurt, so I caught up with Elana.
I had Elana on her back on her kitchen island. She lay on the cool, white marble while I stood between her spread thighs.
My hands locked tight around the backs of Elana’s knees, pushing her legs up and open so I could drive my dick straight into her pussy with long, deep strokes.
Each thrust hit the bottom of that pussy.
My hips slapped against her ass as I fucked her hard and steady.
She moaned loud, barely able to take the dick.
Her body rocked with every push while her hands clawed at the counter edges.
"Yeah, take this dick," I growled, slamming in harder. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight, begging for every inch."
Elana had no clue why I was giving it to her this good.
Sonnet had my dick rock hard for days now.
That pretty face and feisty attitude stuck in my head every time I got hard.
I pictured her big titties bouncing, those wide hips and small waist curving just right as she bent over in those yoga poses.
My mind stayed on Sonnet while I slammed into Elana, imagining it was her tight pussy gripping me instead.
“Fuck, Sonnet," I grunted. The name slipped mid-stroke.
Elana's eyes snapped open. "What the fuck did you just say?"
I didn’t let her see that I knew I had fucked up.
I honestly didn’t care. I didn't slow down.
I leaned in harder, pinning her legs back even tighter and pounding deeper.
"Shut the fuck up and take this dick. You wanted it, now you getting it. Cazzo, sei una troia bagnata per me. (Fuck, you’re a wet slut for me.) “Your wet pussy's sucking me in like it needs this shit. Dammi quella figa stretta. (Give me that tight pussy.)”
I kept thrusting, my thick dick stretching her pussy with every stroke, hips snapping forward as I dominated the moment, mixing in more filthy Italian to push her over. "Prendi tutto,—senti come ti scopo forte, cazzo! (Take it all, slut. Feel how hard I’m fucking you, fuck!)”
She gasped and fell back, her protests dying under the rhythm as I fucked her straight through it, giving her every inch until her moans turned desperate again.
She moaned louder, hands sliding uselessly over the counter as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with short, brutal snaps that made her titties bounce.
I held her legs higher, folding her almost in half so I could bottom out completely.
My dick hit that spot that made her eyes roll back.
The slip of Sonnet’s name was still in the air, but every time Elana tried to form a question, she broke into a whimper when I buried myself inside of her.
"Fuck, your pussy's sucking me in so tight.
You love how this dick wrecks you, don't you? Say it. Tell me how bad you need it." I pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in, watching her whole body shake. " Sei disperata per il mio cazzo. Ti scopo finché non dimentichi il tuo nome. (You’re desperate for my dick. I’ll fuck you until you forget your name.)”
Elana opened her mouth, eyes flashing with that hint of anger, but another deep plunge made her gasp instead.
I could tell she was fighting it, wanting to demand answers or push me off, yet her hips rocked up to meet me anyway.
Her walls fluttered around my dick, betraying how good it felt.
Her brows furrowed hard, clear questions about Sonnet burning behind them, but she still forced the words out in a shaky moan.
"Yes... Fuck, I love how your dick wrecks me," she gasped, voice cracking as her body betrayed every doubt. "I need it so bad, Vega—don't stop, please."
Her moans turned into desperate cries as I kept thrusting, sweat slicking our skin and the wet sounds of her pussy taking me filling the room. I felt her getting closer, her walls pulsing, but I didn't let up, driving into her harder to drown out any lingering thoughts with pure, filthy pleasure.
I drove my dick deep into her pussy with relentless force.
Each thrust made her body jolt, while her juices coated my length and dripped down to the floor.
I watched her face twist between frustration and need, knowing she wanted to snap at me for blurting Sonnet's name but couldn't string the words together when my dick stretched her so perfectly.
"Yeah, that's it, take every inch of this dick," I snarled, slamming harder so my hips smacked loud against her ass. "Your pussy's soaking wet and clenching like it can't get enough."
"I need it—Gawd, I need your dick so fucking bad.” Her pussy clenched harder around me, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I didn't ease up, driving into her with vicious rhythm until sweat slicked our skin and the wet sounds of her pussy taking me filled the room.
Her walls pulsed tighter, closer to the edge, but I kept pounding without mercy, drowning out everything else in the heat of her body yielding completely under mine.
Roman had been demanding an update since the night before. He’d called several times, sent three messages, and had one of his men contact me. The pressure told me he already knew Sonnet had disappeared.
So, a few days later, I arrived at the wine bar thirty minutes late on purpose. Soft music played behind the locked front doors. Shelves of expensive bottles covered the brick walls, and low lighting made the dining room look intimate.
A hostess instructed me toward the private room in the back.
I slowed when I heard voices through the partially closed door. Roman was speaking quietly, but the hallway was silent enough for every word to carry.
“She saw me shoot him. I know she did.”
I stopped before reaching the doorway.
One of Roman’s most trusted men, Cedric, answered. “You’re sure?”
“She was there. She ran from the loading area, and the cameras picked her up.”
Cedric lowered his voice. “Donovan forced your hand.”
“He’d been preparing to take my seat before I was dead. We can’t let this Sonnet woman talk. My wife finds out I killed her child, my daughter finds out I murdered her brother, my men learn the Bellamys had nothing to do with Donovan’s death—”
“The war falls apart.”
“Everything falls apart,” Roman corrected. “I used Donovan’s murder to unite the crew and move against the Bellamys. Men have already died behind it. If the truth comes out, every death after his becomes my fault.”
I stood in the darkness taking it all in. Sonnet hadn’t witnessed one murder. She held the truth that could destroy his family, cost him his organization, and expose the lie behind every body that followed.
“Vega will deliver her. Once he does, kill her.”
My hands remained relaxed at my sides, but violence moved through me with nowhere to go. Roman had not hired me to secure a witness. He had hired me to take an innocent woman to her execution.
The personalized file, the surveillance, and the urgency made sense now. Roman hadn’t wanted to get information from her about his son’s murder. He needed her erased before she told anyone that the grieving father on television was the man who had pulled the trigger.
I quietly stepped away from the door, waited a few seconds, then approached with enough noise to announce myself.
Cedric opened it before I knocked. Roman sat at the center of the long table with a glass of wine in front of him.
Cedric claimed the chair to his right. Neither man looked surprised to see me.
That meant they hadn’t realized I had heard them.
“You’re late,” Roman said.
“I’m here.”
I took the chair across from him. “You’ve been calling like you’re my bitch or something.”
“Where is Sonnet? She hasn’t reported to work. She hasn’t returned to her condominium, and her phone has been inactive.”
I looked at him for several seconds. “How do you know all that?”
“I have people watching.”
“You hired me to do a job, then put your own men on her?”
“I needed to make sure the matter was handled quickly.”
“No. You needed to make sure you could reach her if I didn’t move fast enough.”
Roman lifted his glass. “Can you blame me? She suddenly disappeared.”
I sat back. “Maybe she ran because she noticed your goofy-ass soldiers tailing her.”
Cedric shifted in his chair.
I looked at him. “You have something to say?”
He settled back without answering.
“I don’t work well with clients who interfere with assignments they gave me.”
Roman’s mouth tightened.
I continued before he could respond. “Your people were sloppy. They stood outside her train station dressed like they were waiting to snatch somebody. She was already watching every face around her. If she disappeared on her own, they’re probably the reason.”
“You were supposed to bring her to me.”
“And I will deliver like I always do.”
Roman studied me, searching for something in my face.
I gave him nothing.
“I’m losing patience.”
“That sounds personal.”
Cedric leaned forward. “Watch how you speak to him.”
I turned my attention toward him. “You should watch how comfortable you get speaking to me.”
The room went quiet.
Roman raised one hand, stopping Cedric before he made a mistake that would ruin the evening.
“I want her found,” Roman said.
“I heard you the first ten times.”
“Do not play with me, Vega.”
I stood. “I don’t play about business. That’s why people hire me instead of the idiots they already have.”
Cedric’s chair scraped against the floor. Roman ordered him to sit without looking away from me.
I headed toward the door.
“Vega.”
I stopped.
“You will deliver her.”
I glanced back at him, smiling a bit. “Like always.”
Wise looked at me across the table. “Say that shit again.”
I leaned back in the leather booth and looked between him and Prodigy.
The three of us were inside Crown After Dark, the strip club we owned together in Lansing. Summer rain streaked the tinted windows near the front of the club, but the bass vibrating through the floor nearly drowned out the storm.