Beautiful Prey 4

by Phoenix Daniels

  Victoria closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience. “Untie me, Jack.”

  Her voice was calm.

  “Nah. You’ll stay put for now.”

  “Jack,” she warned through gritted teeth.

  As Jack’s eyes roamed her nakedness, it was clear he wasn't the least bit intimidated.

  “Jack!”

  “No!” he shouted angrily, tossing his towel to the floor. “I’m tired of fighting with you, Victoria! It’s clear that I’m not winning.”

  Victoria wiggled on the bed. Bondage wasn't her thing, and she didn't like being caged.

  As she struggled, Jack’s expression changed from anger to lust. Looking at his tall, wet, muscular frame, Victoria would have, normally, been on the same page, but she knew Jack. He had the potential to be a total barbarian.

  “Cut me loose, Jack.”

  “No,” he answered, stalking toward her.

  He placed a knee on the bed and lowered his face to her traitorous pussy. How could she be so wet when he was being such an ass?

  Jack placed his nose between her thighs and sniffed her center. The feral, animalistic growl that escaped fucked up Victoria’s whole state of mind.

  Was she mad, or horny? Her body had betrayed her.

  “Jack,” she attempted, less convincingly.

  Victoria heated all over as he covered her clit with his full, hot lips. He sucked her into his hungry mouth, and she couldn't contain the gasp that broke through. She wrapped her fingers around her the ropes that restrained her. Her toes curled as Jack sucked her swollen clit.

  Fuck!

  Clearly on a mission, Jack attacked her pussy with a fierceness that left Victoria speechless. She writhed against his face, muttering words that would make sense to no one. Hot, wet, and on the verge of eruption, she screamed his name. She began to shake violently as her body froze. She was about to have a most explosive orgasm when suddenly…nothing!

  He stopped.

  Jack simply stopped.

  He pulled his face from her desperate pussy and stepped away from the bed. Victoria screamed her frustration, but Jack was expressionless.

  “Jack?” she gasped a plea.

  Jack tilted his head, observing her state of heat and desperation, but he showed no sympathy. He slipped into a pair of sweats, threw on a t-shirt, and walked toward the door.

  “Jack,” Victoria gasped in desperation.

  She was in a need like no other. He had taken her to the top of a cliff and left her right at the edge.

  Ignoring her, Jack exited the bedroom.

  “Jack!” Victoria screamed. “Don't you fucking leave me like—”

  But he was gone.

  Victoria squeezed her eyes shut. The lack of satisfaction was pure, unadulterated torture.

  “You motherfucker!”

  JACK

  “You motherfu—,” was that last thing that Jack heard.

  His wife was pissed, and as much as it hurt Jack to walk away from her sweet pussy, he had a point to prove.

  Victoria was spoiled and severely head strong. And although her strength was what he loved the most, she needed to understand that the decisions he made for their family was in all of their best interests. She needed to understand that she would not, ever, police him and their family.

  Victoria had a role, and even though she was fighting it, she would eventually play it.

  Jack made his way to the kitchen. Again, his home was being used as a safe house. They had several family members staying over. Normally, Victoria would get up early and make coffee while Gianni made breakfast, but Gianni wasn't in the states, and Victoria was tied up, so he’d at least make coffee. But when he entered his kitchen, he instantly smelled coffee. Normally, he would have assumed that it was Tracy since she was addicted to coffee, but she was pregnant, and he knew that she had weaned herself off caffeine.

  Jack searched for the creator of the heavenly scented java, but suddenly wished that he had not.

  It was the dreadfully negative woman from the night before. Tammy’s mom, Beverly Beauvais.

  “Good Morning,” she chirped.

  “Good Morning, Miss Beauvais.”

  “Mrs.!” she damn near snapped.

  Jack was somewhat amused. Apparently, she’d missed the memo. Mary was Mrs. Beauvais now.

  His Mary.

  “My apologies, Mrs. Beauvais. Good morning,” he hesitantly corrected.

  “No one that looks like you, Jack Storm, needs to beg for forgiveness,” she responded with a flirty grin. “Apology accepted.”

  For the first time, Jack noted her attire. She was wearing a black robe with nothing underneath. He recognized it. It was Victoria’s. She hadn't even bothered to tie it up. Jack could see the outline of her breasts and the V leading to her cunt.

  She was naked.

  Jack walked over to the island in the middle of his kitchen and leaned over the counter.

  “Mrs. Beauvais, why are you dressed like that?” he asked.

  “It’s morning,” she said in a tone that she must have thought was alluring.

  She walked over to the island with a cup of coffee for Jack. She leaned over the counter, allowing her breasts to spill out of the robe.

  “You want this,” Beverly said with a wink.

  Jack took the cup and sipped. He gave Beverly a once over.

  “Nope,” he responded with the cup to his lips. “I don't want that. What’s more…I don't give a shit whose mother you are. You gotta get the fuck out of my house.”

  “Wha-I—” Beverly started.

  “Now,” Jack interrupted. “Get out!”

  Beverly’s dark skin actually paled. Clearly not accustomed to rejection, she opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by a sweet voice saying, “Hello.”

  It was Natasha.

  Jack’s first cousin, Gianni, was standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. He stood at a good foot taller than her, but at the moment, she was a giant. The glare that Natasha gave Beverly would make anyone feel short, but Tammy’s mom was dense. She looked at Gianni as if he were the “second coming.”

  “Hi,” Beverly responded in an upbeat tone. “I’m Tammy’s mom.”

  She was addressing Gianni. She went to approach him, but he stopped her with a hand.

  “Oooh...no. Please don't. My wife likes to choke people. I’m afraid for you.”

  Gianni chuckled, Jack broke into laughter, but Natasha’s face was that of stone.

  Jack and everyone else knew that Natasha didn't play games when it came to her man. But Beverly clearly had no idea of the potential danger that she was in. Understandably, because Natasha Storm had the air of innocence. On the surface, she seemed quiet and sweet. However, Jack knew better. Natasha was a sharp-shooting beast with anger management issues.

  “Tasha, hello,” Jack said, approaching her with open arms.

  “Hey, Jack. Where’s Vic?” she asked as she embraced him.

  “She’s tied to the bed.”

  “Literally?” she asked.

  “Yes,” Jack chuckled. “She has a hard head.”

  Natasha laughed. “Can I untie her?” she asked, looking up at him.

  “Yeah. Go ahead,” Jack responded with a kiss to her forehead. “It’s good to see you, Tasha.”

  Natasha grinned and stepped out of his embrace.

  “You and Vic are nuts. But I love y’all to death.”

  “You’d better,” Jack chuckled. “Go get your girl, but don't lead her to me. She’s pissed.”

  On her way out of the kitchen, Natasha gave Beverly a look that could freeze fire. Jack turned to Gianni, donning a smirk that was an indication of his amusement.

  “It’s good to see you, cousin,” Gianni said, opening his arms for a hug.

  Jack walked over to his cousin and punched him playfully in the chest.

  “Oooh…I don't get a hug? You can paw my wife right in front of me, but I don't get a hug?”

  “Your w
ife is soft, and she smells good. You smell like shit,” Jack joked.

  “Yeah, sweet, rose-like expensive shit,” Gianni countered.

  “But shit nonetheless, cousin.”

  Jack embraced his cousin. It was good to see him. Gianni hated Chicago. He lived in Paris and had been away for years, only returning when Jack was shot. And had he not fallen in love with and married Natasha, he would never visit.

  “Where’s Gio?”

  Gio was Gianni and Natasha’s miracle baby. Natasha was told that she would never have children of her own, but fate stepped in, bearing gifts.

  “Mamma took him upstairs.”

  The sound of Beverly clearing her throat caused the cousins to look in her direction. Jack had forgotten that she was in the room. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, still scantily clad, and begging for attention.

  “Why are you still here?” Jack asked the desperate woman.

  Finally realizing that she had no chance of ripping his marriage apart, Beverly closed the robe, covering her nakedness. “I-I was gonna make breakfast for everyone.”

  “No, thank you. Gianni is here. He always does the cooking. He—”

  “Huh?” Gianni cut in. “I just got here.”

  “Shut up,” Jack gritted.

  “Listen, Jack, I’m really sorry. I just got caught up because you're all so attractive. I really wanna make things right with my kid. I swear that if you let me stay with her, I will never get out of line again.”

  Jack studied the woman as the lies flew out of her mouth. He couldn't care less about Beverly Beauvais, but he did care for Tammy. With the wedding, the shooting, and everything else going on, she didn't need any added stress.

  “Please,” Beverly implored.

  “Put some clothes on. Try it again, and you're outta here.”

  “Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much.”

  Beverly hurried out of the kitchen before Jack could change his mind.

  “You're an idiot,” Gianni chuckled. “That lady is trouble.”

  “Yeah,” Jack grumbled. “I know.”

  CHAPTER 21

  FRANCIS

  “Cugino, I can be there in just a few hours. Wait for me.”

  Arguing with Luca had aggravated Francis’ already splitting headache. He needed to end the call and get to work. Once again, his family was under attack. This time, Francis planned to take the war to the enemy. His intention was to end their entire bloodline.

  “No, Luca. You'll stay in Chicago and look after our family. I’ll handle things in Europe.”

  “Lorenzo can handle things here. I won't allow you to—”

  “You won't allow?” Francis hissed into the phone. “GioLuca, who the fuck are you to…no…wait. Who the fuck am I?”

  “Sei il capo,” Luca relented.

  “Am I the boss, Luca? Or are you?”

  “Si, sei il capo.”

  “Protect our family, our children. That is your job. Lei capisce?”

  “Si, I understand,” Luca sighed wearily.

  Francis knew that Luca worried for him, but theirs was a dangerous business, and Francis was never above fighting on the front line.

  “Cugino, go and reassure your donna that your wedding will take place on time, and I will go and assure our family’s longevity. Don’t worry for the one who has taught you everything that you know. Take comfort, Luca. The situation will be handled…my way.”

  With no further opposition from Luca, Francis ended the call. He leaned back in his office chair and studied the family tree that Paolo had given him. In one night, Francis intended to wipe out generations of Romanovs. The Russians had stolen enough of his family’s peace.

  Paolo, dressed in all black, entered the doorway of his office. “The plane is ready, and the car is out front.”

  “Bene.”

  Francis grabbed the firearm from his desk and stood. He secured it in his shoulder holster and snatched his M-16 that was propped up against the side of his desk. The Russians had no idea what heat was. Weapons were his business, and Francis was about to bring them the business. He had dispatched four teams of soldiers with instructions to annihilate. Complete havoc was to be wreaked in the Ukraine, Russia, Krakow, and United States. Francis was leaving no stone unturned.

  ****

  In the black, quiet of the night, the only thing that Francis could hear was the sound of dry, dead leaves crunching under the feet of his men. They had already taken out the men that were securing the massive compound. Paolo had disabled the flimsy security system, and located a breech in the servant’s quarters.

  “Andiamo,” Francis whispered.

  He and his team entered the compound. They crept quietly until they entered the main house. In order to kill as many Romanovs as possible, stealth would be necessary. Utilizing silencers, he and his men killed most of the occupants, but orders were to save Vladi Romanov for the don.

  Once the compound was secure, Francis walked into the great room. Vladimir Romanov was on his knees. Next to him, his wife and two young daughters.

  “Check the house,” Francis said to a few of his men.

  A handful of men scrambled throughout the house in search of stragglers.

  “Will you not spare the women?” Vladi asked in desperation.

  Francis looked into the eyes of Vladi’s young wife and his daughters. He thought of Katya Romanov, Vladi’s niece, the woman that had tormented his family. She was a loose end that had come out of nowhere. Francis didn't plan on leaving loose ends.

  “No,” he said with a calm that prompted cries from the women, and desperate pleas from Vladi.

  “I have not wronged you in any way. My wife, my children, certainly have not wronged you. Why have you come into our home to threaten our lives?”

  When met with silence, Vladi began to beg for the lives of his wife and children.

  Francis was not moved. He put a bullet between the eyes of Vladimir’s beautiful young wife. It may have seemed cold, but Vladi’s wife, Alyonia, was as maniacal as her husband. She, herself, was from a long line of Russian mafia. A whore to the Bratva. And she would, without a doubt, plot her revenge.

  Paolo pointed his weapon at the Russian’s young daughter, but Francis stopped him.

  “No,” Francis said to his loyal friend and soldier.

  He wouldn’t place the burden of killing children on Paolo. That horrific task would be Francis’ and his alone. Paolo lowered his weapon and turned his back to the girls. Francis pointed his weapon at the eldest Romanov girl, but something inside wouldn’t allow him to pull the trigger. He stared down at the frightened girl. She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen. They sobbed as they clung to one another, and Francis realized that he was not so far gone as to murder innocent children. His family was important, the most important, but Francis was no monster. Maybe he would come to regret his inaction in the future. If so, he would deal with it then.

  CHAPTER 22

  TAMMY

  Tammy placed her ear to the bathroom door. She was trying to listen in on Luca’s conversation with Francis, but since he was speaking in very rapid Italian, she could only understand a few words. Tammy knew that it wasn’t cool to eavesdrop, but lately, it was the only way she got information. Unlike Jack with Victoria or Gianni with Natasha, Luca never told her anything. Tammy didn’t feel a bit guilty, but when it became clear that she wasn’t going to be able to keep up with the conversation, she gave up and got in the shower.

  By the time Tammy entered the bedroom, Luca was sitting in the chair by the bed, looking over paperwork. He looked up, and she could feel his eyes roaming her towel covered body.

  “Hey,” she said softly.

  Luca patted his lap as a gesture for her to sit, and Tammy crossed the room and happily sat on his lap. She looked into his sultry, dark eyes and smiled. Luca was dangerously handsome, with a swag to match. Every time he was close to her, her skin felt prickly, and her body warmed from the inside out. Tammy felt as if
she was the luckiest woman alive.

  Luca ran his hand over her ass and caressed her thick thigh. “I have good news,” he said just before he placed a sensual peck to her collarbone.

  Tammy closed her eyes and released a soft moan. “News?”

  “Yes.”

  Luca’s other hand snaked between her thighs and explored her freshly showered pussy. Tammy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as big, strong hands massaged her warm center.

  “Mmm, Luca.

  Tammy could feel his smile against her neck. Even though she couldn't see him, his smile made her happy. The rare display of emotion was usually reserved only for her. Tammy pushed her fingers through his dark strands and pulled his head closer. Sensual kisses along her collar elicited the sweetest of purrs.

  Luca guided Tammy to her feet and pulled the towel from her body. He tossed it to the floor and turned her by the hips so that she was facing away from him. Before him, Tammy stood naked, wet, and needy. She celebrated inwardly when she heard the sound of Luca undoing his pants.

  Luca caressed her ass and planted soft kisses on each cheek. He reached between her legs and teased her clit. Tammy did her best to stand still, but her legs shook involuntarily as he kneaded the throbbing bundle of nerves from behind.

  “Fuck!” Tammy breathed.

  She pushed her ass out, giving him better access, but Luca stopped his ministrations, leaving her stunned. Tammy froze and took in a sharp breath. She was fighting hard to survive the sharp loss of pleasure.

  “Sit, mon amour,” he urged, pulling Tammy onto his lap.

  Luca gripped her hips as she sat and guided his thick dick into her center. Tammy held her breath as her body stretched to accommodate the enormity of his manhood. Once fully submerged, Luca growled with a ferocity that made Tammy feel like prey. He pulled her backward until her back rested against his solid chest. Controlling her by her hips, he lifted her slightly, gliding her up his hardened shaft before driving deeper into her softness.

  “Aghhhh,” Tracy gasped.