Remington

by Silvia Violet

  Remington

  The Theriot Family 1

  Silvia Violet

  Contents

  1. Remington

  2. Henri

  3. Remington

  4. Henri

  5. Remington

  6. Remington

  7. Henri

  8. Henri

  9. Remington

  10. Henri

  11. Remington

  12. Henri

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  14. Henri

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  16. Henri

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  18. Henri

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  20. Henri

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  22. Henri

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  24. Henri

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  26. Henri

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  28. Henri

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  30. Henri

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  32. Henri

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  34. Henri

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  36. Henri

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  38. Henri

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  40. Henri

  41. Remington

  42. Henri

  43. Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Silvia Violet

  1

  Remington

  I shouldn’t be in the Landrys’ territory, but I needed info. I could have sent someone much lower down the food chain, but I wanted to do it myself. I couldn’t risk any slipups, and there had been too many of those recently, mostly thanks to the idiots I called brothers. If the Landrys were funding the fucking gunrunners who thought they could ignore my family’s authority in New Orleans, they were going to pay for that move against us, but I’d be damned if I’d let anyone tip them off that I was on to them. So I was in a shitty part of town—the Landrys operated with the rats and lowlifes like the scum they were—driving a black SUV no one would identify unless they peeked under the hood and saw all the modifications I’d paid for.

  I wasn’t dressed for stealth, though. I should have been in my Ferrari on a date with a man who’d made it very clear how much he wanted to do my bidding, and I hadn’t changed out of my bespoke suit when an informant had called and said the Landrys had an important meeting that night. It was supposed to be a recognizance mission only. If I had to get out of the car, I wouldn’t be worried about subterfuge; I’d be going for the kill.

  But after hours of waiting, I hadn’t seen shit. The rats were deep in their holes. I decided to circle the area once more then head home, assuming the intel had been wrong. As I passed an alley, I finally saw two men talking. I pulled over to get a better look, hoping they would remain distracted with each other.

  In the dark, it was impossible to make a positive ID. One of them was huge, probably six foot five, exactly the size of Clark and Charles Landry, who were identical twins and leaders of the Landrys’ business. The man’s beard told me that if it was one of them, it was Charles. Clark preferred a clean-shaven face. Charles handed a case to the other man who was nearly a foot shorter, lean and wiry with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail.

  I wanted to know what was in that case. Payment if I had to guess. I reached into my jacket pocket for the burner phone my youngest brother had handed me as I’d headed out the door and snapped some photos. I’d get my computer guy, Blackjack, to analyze the photos to see if he could identify the smaller man. If, as I suspected, he was one of the gunrunners, I now had confirmation they were in bed with the Landrys, and it appeared relations weren’t good. We could exploit that to fuck them both over.

  I expected the smaller man to leave quickly, but he remained, talking to Charles. I took the risk of pulling out a scope for a better look. I crawled into the back seat so I was deeper in the shadows, then sighted them. That was Charles all right, and he looked nervous. He shifted from one foot to the other as he talked animatedly with the other man. If only I could hear what they were saying. I moved back into the driver’s seat and put the scope away. I was about to pull away from the curb when the suspected gunrunner pulled a weapon and fired. Charles wavered, then fell to the ground. Dark liquid spread out under him.

  The dark-haired man walked casually back to his car. I eased out into the street, not wanting to be seen by anyone who came to investigate the sound of gunfire. As soon as I was away from the scene, I’d get my brother to contact his network of informants and figure out what the fuck was going on. I used my rearview mirror to watch the assailant climb back into his car.

  When I glanced back at the road, a cat was right in front of me. I swerved to avoid the animal, but when I tried to swing back onto the road, I remembered too late that the SUV didn’t have the turning radius of my beloved Ferrari.

  I slammed into a dumpster and knew immediately the vehicle’s front end was fucked. The man who had shot Landry drove on by, not giving me a second glance. I was thankful he was focused on his own getaway. The last thing I wanted was for him to get an up-close look at my face.

  When I tried to place a call for assistance, my phone died on me before it even connected. Fucking Corbin had forgotten to charge it. Now I was stuck in enemy territory with a busted car and no phone. Could the night get any better?

  I took a breath and looked around, assessing my surroundings. That was when I first saw the beautiful, red-haired young man. Based on his clothes and the forced smile on his face, I realized he was working the block, which was known as a place where men could pick up a rent boy on the cheap.

  I remembered seeing a few young men earlier, leaning against a lamppost at another intersection. They were so much a part of the background of the neighborhood that I’d barely registered them.

  The boy leaned down and winked at me through the window. As beautiful as he was—and he was stunning—I couldn’t afford to be distracted, not there.

  I rolled the window down, intending to send him away. He leaned on it, looking in, smiling at me, his face a combination of allure and innocence. “Do you need some… assistance?”

  I realized he could help me. If I were honest, I wanted him to assist me in several different ways, but I would solve my most immediate problem first.

  I held out my hand. “Give me your phone, cher. I need to call a tow truck.” Normally I wouldn’t let someone know I was at such a disadvantage, caught in a place I shouldn’t be without a way to call for help, but I could snap this boy’s neck with one hand. He wasn’t a threat to me.

  “I could let you use my phone, but it’s going to cost you.”

  “I’m not interested in playing games.” I wasn’t as annoyed as I should be. I liked that he showed spirit. He was right not to give anything away for free. “But I see that you’re a businessman. What’s the going rate for using your phone?”

  Why the fuck was I entertaining his proposition? I could yank him through the window, rip the phone away from him, and dump him out wherever I chose, but despite what I’d said, playing the game with him made me feel more alive than I had in a long time.

  He gave me a slow once-over that had my cock plumping up. He glanced at the car and then back at me. “Five hundred.”

  I laughed. “That’s one fucking expensive phone call.”

  “The way I see it, you don’t have a lot of other options.”

  He had no idea how many options I had. I could tear through the neighborhood and leave carnage in my wake. I could boost any car on the street, but I wasn’t done with him. “I’ll give you fifty dollars.”

  He shook his head. “Three hundred.”

  I reached for my wallet and pulled out two crisp hundred-dollar bills and handed them over. “Take it or leave it.”

 
His eyes widened, and he snatched the money from my hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and met my eyes again.

  “Phone?” I asked.

  “Oh. Right.” In that moment he looked really young, frightfully young. I didn’t fuck children.

  “How old are you?”

  He pulled his phone from his pocket, though I had no idea how he’d fit it into his pants that fit like a second skin. “How old do you want me to be?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Are you fucking legal?”

  “All I did is offer you my phone in exchange for money. My age doesn’t matter for that.”

  I grabbed his arm, letting him feel my strength as my fingers bit into his wrist.

  He looked scared, and monster that I am, I liked it.

  “I’m twenty-three. I swear. I just look really young. Some men like that.”

  I was sure they did, and for some damn reason I wanted to take him far away from there where men like that would never look at him again.

  He held my gaze as he spoke, which was more than a lot of much older, much tougher men could do. I didn’t see any signs he was lying. “That’s better.”

  I took the offered phone, called my brother, and let him know I needed a discreet tail and a tow truck from Beau’s Body Shop, the one place I trusted not to ask any questions.

  When I handed the phone back to the boy, I meant to send him on his way. He gave me a shy smile, then he shifted position, leaning away to show off the slender curve of his body. My gaze was drawn to the line of skin exposed between his cropped shirt and his pants.

  His smile widened at my obvious interest. “Are you interested in some entertainment while you wait for the tow truck?”

  I was more than interested, but I needed to stay sharp. Charles Landry’s body was lying in an alley on the next block, and more of the gunrunners or his family could arrive at any time.

  If anyone was watching the place, if anyone got curious about the vehicle that had been parked close by and then crashed, this boy could describe me and give them the details of my accident. The Landrys were nowhere near as smart as my family, but they probably had the sense to have spies in every part of their territory looking for anything unusual. I wasn’t sure if a wrecked car counted, but I hadn’t survived so long by taking chances. The beautiful boy was not only going to entertain me while I waited for the tow truck; he was going to stay with me until we’d ended the situation with the gunrunners once and for all.

  “How much would that kind of entertainment cost me?” I asked.

  He considered me once again. “A thousand dollars.”

  I laughed. He was one of the few people out here on a weeknight still hoping to find a customer at two a.m. No way in hell was he making a thousand dollars for a quickie in the car, but I liked his combination of boldness and shyness. I wanted to touch the pale skin he showed off and see the imprint of my hands on his hips as I held him down and fucked him. I didn’t have to pay him. I could easily force him to come with me so I could protect my identity. I needed to make sure he didn’t have a chance to extort money from someone else for the information he held, and no way in hell did I want the Landrys to lay a hand on him. I clenched my fists at the thought. He was mine, and if I needed to part with some of my money to keep him, then I would.

  Movement caught my attention. I glanced toward the street and saw Connor, one of our guards, pull up against the opposite curb about a block down. He gave me a nod when I looked his way. Perfect. I had someone watching my back now.

  “Get in the back,” I told the alluring boy.

  He took a step away from the car, looking nervous. “I want payment first.”

  “Get in the back seat. Now.” He turned, and I thought he might make a run for it. He wouldn’t get far, but I’d rather not have to chase him. I reached out and grabbed his arm. “You’ve already gotten two hundred from me, which is more than you’d get from any other customer you’d pick up here. Please me, and you’ll get two hundred more.”

  He bit his lip, glanced down the street, then back toward me. He looked so young in that moment, so innocent. He didn’t belong there. Someone was going to eat him alive, fuck him, kill him, and toss him in a dumpster. I was not going to let that happen.

  “Backseat. This is your last chance.”

  “Or… what?”

  “You won’t like the consequences.”

  “I… I appreciate the offer, but I think I need to go home.”

  I loosened my grip on his arm. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you obey. That’s a lot better than I can say for whoever might come along next.”

  He studied me as if trying to assess whether I was lying.

  “You came to me. You’re mine now.” His eyes widened, and I watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed.

  “I… I can’t get in back if you don’t let go of me.”

  I found myself reluctant to stop touching him, which was stupid. I was about to put him on his knees and have his mouth around my cock. I didn’t think he was going to run now. Because while there was still fear in his eyes, there was something else there too. He was interested, not just because he needed money. Slowly, I released my grip on his arm.

  He moved just as slowly, keeping his eyes on me as he reached for the handle on the back door. He opened it and slipped inside the car. I turned to look at him.

  “Isn’t it easier to talk with both of us in the car?”

  His eyes were wide, but he nodded. How many times had he done this before? Had he been scared every time? Had anyone cared? I wanted to track down all those men and snap their necks.

  I glanced back toward Connor. He was alert and watchful, and Sully, another member of my security team, sat in the passenger seat. Sure I was covered, I climbed into the back seat and the boy scooted over to make room for me.

  “What’s your name?” I brought one leg up onto the seat and ran my hand over the hard ridge of my cock.

  The boy watched my hand.

  “I asked you a question.”

  His head snapped up as if he were coming out of a trance. No, I hadn’t been flattering myself. He wanted this. I could make him into an incredible submissive.

  “My name?” The words were strangled. “Anything you want it to be.”

  I raised my eyes to his and didn’t say a word. He shivered, letting me know he felt my displeasure.

  “Valentine.”

  “No,” I said.

  He sighed. “Henri. It’s Henri.”

  “You’re going to suck my cock, Henri.”

  “I… Yes, sir.”

  “Good. I like when you show me respect.”

  His hands went to my fly. The fact that they were shaking only made me harder. I liked power. I liked knowing I made men afraid, and I liked Henri. I stroked my fingers along his cheek, then cupped his chin and tilted his face up. “Unless you defy me, I won’t hurt you. I’m an asshole, and I’m used to getting my way, but I’m fair.”

  “This…” He looked around and gestured toward the street. “Nothing about this is fair.”

  I didn’t let myself dwell on that. “Take my cock out, Henri. I want to fill your mouth with it.” I brushed my thumb over his lip, and he sucked the digit into his mouth. Jesus, just that felt good enough to have me needing more air. How did this boy have me so entranced? I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock, offering it to him.

  2

  Henri

  What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

  I’d been asking that a lot lately, ever since I’d lost my job and gotten so behind on student loans and the bills that had piled up after my mother died that I’d been desperate enough to try what my cousin swore to me was the best way to earn fast money.

  So far, the nights I’d spent working the street had been demoralizing, scary, and not very lucrative. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

  When I saw the man crash his car, something told me to go to him, that he was exactly what I needed. Once I sa
w his hypnotizing dark eyes, his short dark hair that was trying to curl, and the way he held himself with such arrogance even as he sat there in his fucked-up car, I knew I wanted him. I also knew he was trouble.

  Now, despite the money I’d already made, I was starting to wonder if I would’ve been better off never approaching him. Except this was the first time I hadn’t been fighting revulsion with a customer. The way he spoke to me—like he was so sure I would do exactly what he said—was hot as fuck. He was mesmerizing but also dangerous. All anyone had to do was look at him to know that.

  I wondered if he would actually give me more money. If he didn’t, I still would’ve made more than I had from anyone yet.

  I stared at his cock as he freed it from his pants. It was long and thick with a prominent vein running along the length. I didn’t know how much of it I’d be able to swallow. Would he force it down my throat the way other men had? Somehow, with this man, the thought of him controlling everything turned me on instead of scaring me. Something about him simply exuded power.

  He ran a hand lazily up and down his length as he studied me. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  I licked my lips and swallowed, forgetting to make eye contact, forgetting to work at seduction the way I was supposed to. I knelt on the seat and braced my hands on his thighs, finally meeting his gaze as I leaned down. He took hold of his cock, and when I got close, he brushed the tip over my lips.