“I don’t give a flying fuck.”
“You will when they burst down our door with search warrants.”
My face burns when I realize that my facade as the polite, obedient hitman is crashing around my ears. I shouldn’t be arguing with him. What the hell am I doing?
“How’s your wife?”
There’s a porcelain mug sitting on the table, which separates me from Viper. A brief image flashes through my mind of me bringing down the cup on his round face, shattering it over his skull, and using one of the fragments to slice open his neck.
“What?”
“I allowed you to marry her. You don’t think that permission can be revoked?” He half raises from his seat, leaning forward. “I can take her away, whenever I want.”
I reach for the gun that isn’t there when he steps around the table.
“I’m not going to kill a bunch of innocent civilians.”
He gives me a scathing look. “Then I guess I’ll just pay a visit to Fawn.”
I grab the scruff of his neck, seized by a blinding red heat. And my rage at the boy who killed the girl who saved my life, and my disgust at the boy who did nothing to stop it, rear up as I slam Viper’s back into the table.
His guards are ripping back my arms within seconds, but I’m fighting tooth and nail to get back at the blond demon who ruined my life.
Viper straightens and dusts himself off, looking at me with a smirk.
“Same old Roach.”
He approaches me until I can see the veins under his skin, which is almost translucent.
“Do you really think I don’t see how much you hate me?”
“You go too far—”
“I saw you there. At the beach.”
The cold beach. Gray skies. A blond boy tugging a girl’s hand—Pepper. I followed them all the way from the piers when he angled his head toward her and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and nodded, her cheeks burning bright. Then his hand slipped from her hair and as she turned away I saw his charming smile melt away into cold, hard stone.
“I saw you follow us. I saw you cower and flinch when I wrapped my hands around her throat.”
They were kissing. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, and she was leaning into the kiss. Disgust rippled through my body, and I turned to leave, and then I saw his hands move from her face to her throat.
My skin burns as my mind replays the gasping, horrible sounds, them staggering on the rocks, Pepper, hopelessly clinging on to life, clawing at his hands, his face. The thirteen-year-old boy who she called Roach because he was so small, and a survivor. Just like her. He hid behind a rock, too terrified to move.
And I don’t know who I hate more. The boy who hid, or the one who killed Pepper.
“I strangled her until her eyes bugged out and her tongue was purple. Did you know she shat herself as I was strangling her?”
He’s trying to bait me. My whole body throbs with the rage of what he did. I want to end it now, wrap my hands around him just like he did to her. She saved my life when I was too small to be of any use to the crew, and I let her die.
His wide mouth stretches, tugging his lips into a mocking smirk that I know only too well.
Think of Fawn, I tell myself desperately. She needs you.
All my life I’ve learned to compartmentalize my emotions. Shove them in a drawer somewhere and forget about them for days. Weeks, even. I can’t even go five minutes when I’m around him.
“Why the hell did you want me here?”
He stares at me, his pupils standing out like dots of ink on pale blue. “Decent people are so easy to manipulate, Silas.”
The guards flanking his sides close in, and my gaze passes lazily over them. I could kill them, and Viper, perhaps, but I’d never get through the rest of them. Would it be enough to kill him?
I step back, letting the fire rage on my face as I bow my head and pretend to kowtow to my enemy and concede defeat.
“I’ll take care of them.”
My voice sounds small, even though it echoes throughout the throne room.
“Good.”
* * *
My stomach caves in the moment I step outside the throne room, but I keep my face tight. It’s like when I used to race the other kids when I was a boy. I never wanted them to see how much I was struggling so I purposely held my breath to make myself seem strong.
Except I don’t want to collapse in weakness. I want to march back in there, right now, and end him. Take that fucking human piece of garbage and smash him against the marble floor. The outside should reflect the ugliness inside him. The way he described her death. He knew all this time how much it bothered me. How? How did he know?
A man catches my elbow as I walk by, but I rip it out of his grasp. It’s Paul—or Peter—and his face is round with shock.
“Silas, I heard what he wants you to do. He’s fucking crazy if he thinks the rest of the syndicate will be on board with executing civilians. It puts our entire operation at risk.”
He has to jog to keep up with my strides. My thoughts are in turmoil. “I could give a fuck about the syndicate.”
“You’re a member—”
I burst out laughing, the first time in what feels like weeks. I stop in the middle of the hallway. “You think I want this? That I actually want to be here?”
Paul’s almond-shaped eyes narrow at me. He’s actually offended that I don’t want to be a part of this place. “He’s going to bring the whole syndicate down with all of this infighting with the gangs and between our own ranks.”
“I’m a hitman for hire—I don’t do politics.”
“Like it or not, you’re a member. Once you become a Dragon, you can’t leave.”
“I’d like to see one of you try and stop me.”
I slide into the elevator the moment the doors open, giving Paul a sneer as I smash the button to my floor.
Third floor. The number bleeds into my vision. Will that be my residence for the rest of my life? He might be right. I’m literally married into the syndicate. Wherever I’d go, their knives would follow.
The elevator doors open, startling me. My heart pounds as I follow the path to my suite, knowing that my wife will be there. God, that still feels so unfamiliar, like the tight band around my finger. But there’s no doubting that I need her like I need air. I shove the door open, and I see her jump on the living room sofa, her pink mouth open in shock. The moment I lay eyes on her, the tightness in my chest muscles loosens slightly. My mood doesn’t lift, but I feel better. She rises from the couch, and I see that she wears her wedding ring even when I’m not around.
I slam the door shut and lock it, never looking away from her. She’s wearing casual clothes, some sweatpants I bought for her in the underground mall. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, but damn it if she doesn’t look fucking beautiful. Damn it if I’m not going to tear every article of clothing off her body and fuck her until the apartment reverberates with her screams.
“Silas, what’s wrong?”
She lifts her hand to touch my face, but I grasp it. “Michael.”
In truth, I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore.
“Michael, what’s wrong?”
What am I supposed to say to her?
“It’s Viper, isn’t it? What has he done now?”
“It’s nothing to be worried about.”
Her eyes widen and she rips her hand out of my grasp, stalking to the expansive glass where Union Square sprawls underneath us. She folds her arms tight against her chest. I take a few steps forward, watching her anguished face in the glass’s reflection. A pain shoots right through my chest.
“Do you know what it’s like to watch your home be destroyed?”
“Fawn, honestly, you can do better than this place.”
“I don’t have better. All I have is the syndicate.”
“And me.”
A shiver runs through her neck when I graze the tips of my fingers over her exposed
skin. She turns around, and another punch hits my guts when I see her glazed eyes.
“You know we can’t leave. Not now.”
I grasp her chin as a single tear runs down her face. “Everyone keeps saying that to me.”
“Well, it’s true. You don’t just hand in your resignation to the syndicate. It’s a lifetime of service or death.”
I never wanted this shit.
“I don’t see how you can sing its praises.”
“I went down to the floor where they’re keeping all the kids hostage. He’s ripped families apart until he can establish himself. A-all the wives of the Council members are dead.”
Her lip trembles, and I wrap my arms around her small back. A sob shakes from her chest as she clings to my shirt.
“He’s not going to last long,” I whisper into her hair. “Someone’s going to pop him. He’s crossed way too many lines, and so far his supporters are only the guys from the Powell Street Crew. The rest are just scared.”
She looks up at me, her eyes raw. There are faintly pink tracks where her tears ran down her face, but she’s still beautiful. Christ, I don’t deserve her.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I do. I’ve worked with a lot of different crews throughout my life. The reason I’m still alive is because I always move on. Changes in leadership happen. It’s messy and violent for a few weeks, and then it settles down when they find a new asshole to worship.” She looks unconvinced, worried. My little Fawn. “The world is filled with guys like Viper, and the syndicate attracts them like moths to a flame. He’ll burn, just like the rest of them.”
I’m trying like hell to stop the tears silently flowing from her eyes. She balls her fist in my shirt. Fuck, what did I say?
“He—he said things to me.”
“Who?”
There’s only one man who’d make her look so petrified.
“He said he should’ve been the one to fuck me next to my dad’s corpse.”
I dig my fingers in her hair as my heart pounds against my chest. The rush of blood to my head roars. I hear it like an ominous drumbeat as every sense fades away. My vision clouds over. She disappears, and all I see is Viper, laughing.
Nails dig into the back of my shirt, and sound returns to my ears.
“Stop! Don’t leave me here!”
I whirl around because for a moment I’m convinced he’s here, but then my wife flies into my chest, sobbing.
“I’m going to fucking kill him, Fawn.”
“I shouldn’t have said it—please! You can’t get to him, Silas. Not yet.”
“I can fucking get to him. Let me go!”
“He’ll just kill you.” Her face twists in anguish. “And you’re all I have, you bastard.”
She takes my hand and kisses it, pleading at me with her eyes. They stab at me, but I pull away. Then she forces my hand under her shirt. The moment I feel her bare skin under my hands, it’s as though there’s a switch flipped in my brain. Blood empties from my head, heading straight for my dick, which screams for me to remove every barrier. I ride my hands under her t-shirt as she presses her lips to mine.
Lust interrupts the heat building in my blood. My hands circle her back as I hold her close to me, twisting her bra clasp, and then I rip her t-shirt and bra from her head. The first things I see are her round, perky tits, bouncing slightly. She spills out of my hands. I knead her, enjoying the sight of her soft, silky skin. Fuck, she’s distracting me.
It’s working.
She hisses a high gasp as her back hits the cold glass wall. Still grasping her breasts, I bend down and wrap my lips around her pink nipple. I feel the nub harden under my tongue and hear a thump as Fawn hits her head against the glass.
“G-god.”
Anger still swirls in my chest. My tongue moves from her nipple to a swell of breast, and then I bite down with all of the rage coursing my veins. She lets out a sharp cry, and when I pull back there’s a perfect bite mark. My dick twitches. Fucking sexy.
There are still tear tracks on her face, and I don’t like it. I take her hands and hold them over her head on the glass. Her hair is pushed up slightly behind her head, and her lips are parted as though she’s out of air. Energy sparks through her mouth the moment I touch my lips to hers. Desire curls into my mouth as she slips her tongue inside, playing with mine. I hold her wrists up high with one hand, wrapping my other around her neck. Her body molds into mine as I ride my knee between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy throbbing against my slacks. I twist my hand, burying my fingers in her dirty-blonde hair. It’s saturated with that floral scent she always wears, and somehow it acts as a fucking spur on my dick. It’s as though she reached down and grabbed the root of my cock. It throbs with need when I let go of her wrists, and her soft skin rubs against my cheek as she throws her arms around my neck.
Goddamn, that sexy fucking mouth. I’m weakened with every kiss. I feel my rage dampening, when I want it to flame. She does that to me.
I wrap my arms underneath her ass and lift her into the air. She pulls back as I walk to the bedroom, her breath teasing my wet lips.
“I think I’m going to take turns fucking your sweet mouth and pussy. And we’ll see which one gets my cum.”
A dimple winks into existence as her lips tug. When I walk into the bedroom, she’s already sliding down my body. There’s no need for words. My hand glides over her head, and she follows the pressure, sinking down to her knees.
My muscles tense when her fingers touch the fabric of my slacks, because I can feel her through them. I brush her hair from her face as she leans forward and kisses my dick. Her lips are like ecstasy, and my cock tents my pants the moment her heat touches me. Then I feel her smile. I feel it because her lips are still brushing me, and then I fist my hand in her hair to let her know that I want her to hurry the fuck up. She deftly unbuttons my pants, sliding my belt out of the loops before the sound of the zipper hits the still air. Then her hands wrap around my waist and I watch her look up at me with slightly narrowed eyes as her palms slide over my ass, slowly pushing my boxers down. I feel the air sting my skin, quickly followed by the warmth of her hands as she undresses me. She keeps eye-fucking me even as my cock bounces out of my boxers, already streaming with pre-cum. Her hand clasps around the base, and she still locks her gaze with mine as her tongue slips from her mouth and flicks across my head. My cock jumps, following the motion of her tongue as a jolt of pleasure stabs me.
“Fawn, you fucking tease.”
I can’t take it anymore. My fingers dig into the back of her neck, and I watch her struggle to take my cock inside her mouth. She opens wide, and the slick warmth washes over me as though my whole body is submerged in a bath. Fawn’s mouth is nice and moist. I watch as her tongue runs along the underside of my cock, as it bunches up when I hit the back of her throat. I pull out, and she swirls her tongue around my head. Fuck, it’s sensitive. Then she takes it back inside and I’m bathed in that ecstatic heat again. She works my cock, twisting her hand around me as she takes me as deep as I want. It’s driving me fucking insane, and then I grab her head with both hands, driving my hips against her mouth. I shove my cock down that little throat until my balls kiss her lips, and then I pull out, letting her gasp for air.
If I keep going, I’ll blow my load, and I’m not nearly done with her yet.
I yank on her hair and she follows my grip on shaky knees.
“I need that pussy now. Take off your clothes.”
Her face flushed, she inserts her thumbs under the waistband of her sweatpants and slides. I watch the line of exposed skin grow as the gray fabric slips down, and then my eyes stop when it moves past her pussy. My hands are on her before she can take off the rest of her clothes. Her pupils widen as I palm her warm cunt, feeling her pulse trembling against my fingers. She’s so goddamn wet for me. Her juices run down my fingers. They’re all over her thighs.
“Turn around and spread your legs.” I watch as my wife spins around
on the spot. “Wider.”
I smooth my hand on her back before shoving her forward, over the bed. She catches herself on the mattress as I take her hips and guide my cock into that slick cunt that’s aching for me. Fawn cries against the comforter as I sink inside her, eyes closed in rapture or in pain. She feels amazing. Her slick heat grips me like a glove that doesn’t want to come off, tugging on my cock. I nail Fawn’s tight pussy as she moans into the bed, trying to stifle her noise. Fuck that. I love hearing her voice scream my name, and the sound of my balls smacking her wet pussy. I bend over her back and slide my hand under her stomach, dragging her to impale her on my cock over and over again. Her whole body reverberates with the shock. Bam. Bam. Bam. The whole bed inches toward the wall. I feel a slow pressure building up in my balls, telling me to fuck her faster, but I reel myself in.
“Get on the bed and lie down.”
My rock-hard dick slides out of her as she climbs over the mattress. I grab her shoulders and pull her down so that her head is hanging over the bed, facing my rigid length. Fawn grabs me, giving me a few swift tugs as she takes me into her mouth. Holy fuck. It feels so goddamn perfect. Every aspect of her seems made to turn me on. I lean over the bed, burying my cock balls deep in her throat as I play with her tits, twisting the nipples with my thumb and forefinger. I want to watch myself fucking her sweet mouth, but I can’t help but want to be all over her at once. Fawn jacks me off as she sucks my cock, and electricity keeps shooting into me, feeding that restless ball of energy waiting to explode. I screw my eyes shut and then decide I want her pussy after all, so I pull out of her swollen lips.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeys, her pussy a nice deep pink, just waiting to be taken again. I nearly leap onto the mattress and edge up behind her, taking a fist of her long hair.
“Fuck me. Show me how much you want it.”
She moans as she swings her hips backward, and I sigh as she takes me in. Her ass grinds against my hips, and then she lurches forward.
I slap my hand against her tiny ass, reveling in the sound. “Faster.”
Little Fawn rocks her hips back and forth, her tits swaying underneath. The pressure’s getting impossible to ignore. I know that I’m going to coat her womb with my cum, and I yank on her hair again.
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