“Do you think we can do it? Where do we go?” Her heart leapt at the prospect.
“I think we can.” He nodded and she saw the excitement in his eyes. “We just drive, baby, until we find a place that feels right for us to put down roots. You pack up what you want to take and we load it in the back of the SUV and we go. Are you with me, baby?”
Kiya nodded eagerly. “I am. I so definitely am with you. I am so totally in love, and as long as we are together, I’m excited for the future.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you too, my sweet Kiya. I will always love you.”
His lips met hers in a tantalizing kiss that made her tingle from the roots of her hair down to the bottom of her feet. Kiya didn’t need to analyze her feelings anymore or worry about the problems they faced. They made a big decision together. Chicago would no longer be their home. Even though that night they were together in secret, hiding from family, reporters and God knows who else, she knew that the love she’d dreamt about for years was finally hers in the arms of Ian.
She kissed him softly once, then twice and with growing passion. Ian groaned and his hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As she kissed him, Kiya ran her hands over the broadness of his shoulders and down to his strong forearms. She felt the heat of his caress against her back, then down her thighs and then up her body to cup her breasts through the cotton material of her sleep shirt. Kiya moaned against his mouth and arced into his touch, aching to feel his hands on her naked skin. Ian shifted beneath her and she could feel the hardness of his cock.
She whispered against his lips. “Take my clothes off, I want to feel your skin on mine.”
He pulled his shirt off and then her top, leaving her in only her cotton boy short undies. He lay her against the soft cushion of the sofa and she felt the heat of his gaze skim down her body. Ian ran his hand along the edge of her undies.
He sucked in a breath. “I never knew that these were so sexy.”
“They’re comfortable for sleeping but I’m glad they do it for you,” she said with a smile. “You still have way too many clothes on.”
She laughed as he hurriedly undressed and skimmed her undies down her legs quickly. Kiya held out her hand to him and he covered her body with his as their lips met in a kiss. He said her name almost reverently before the kiss turned urgent and frantic. It was pure need that coursed through her as their tongues mated, and he ran his hands over her body in urgent caresses. Skin against skin, with each movement, they moaned at the contact until she was wet and aching to have him inside her. He moved his lips down her body and took her erect nipple into his mouth. The hungry sound he made caused Kiya to shiver as he filled his mouth down to her areola. She held his head to her while she switched his attention from one breast to the next.
“Oh more, please,” Kiya whispered.
“Look at me, I want to see your face when I touch you,” Ian ordered softly.
His intense gaze never left her face as he ran his hand between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He cupped her pussy and the heat of his touch made her bite her lip in pleasure. She was already wet when he slipped his finger between the velvety lips of her labia and rubbed her clit. Her lips parted and she vaguely noticed that the tiny moaning sounds were coming from her. Ian inserted his finger into her wet pussy and she bucked her hips against his hand. Ian never stopped watching her. Kiya knew it aroused him to see the pleasure he created within her. He fucked her with his fingers, faster and harder, until she was trying to grind her hips against his hand, straining to find her release.
“That’s it, baby, take my fingers. I want to watch you come.” Ian’s voice was harsh with need.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“Not God, baby, say my name.”
“Yes, Ian,” Kiya cried out.
She felt her orgasm building inside her and she reached eagerly for the dizzying heights of desire. His plunged two fingers inside her again and used his thumb to manipulate her clit. The action was so volatile, the sensations washed over her in waves and she screamed.
“Come for me now,” Ian demanded.
Her body trembled and she held his hand still against her sex as she came hard.
“I need you inside me now,” she said, pulling against his shoulder with an urgency that would not be denied.
He settled between her legs with a hungry groan and sank into her wet depths. She could feel her pussy contracting around him, trying to keep him inside her as he withdrew slowly. Ian kissed her long, ravaging her mouth as he thrust into her once more. He fucked her with slow deep strokes, bringing intense pleasure as their bodies moved in unison.
“Harder, Ian, more,” she moaned, lifted her hips against him, matching his rhythm.
“Damn you’re so tight even when you’re wet. I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”
She fisted her hand in his hair. “You won’t hurt me. Let go, Ian, I want all of you now.”
She cried out as he increased his pace and she felt him thrust deeper into her sex. Kiya felt like she was melting from the inside out, and the low guttural groans that escaped Ian were reminiscent of a jungle cat’s purr. The intensity grew, her fingers were tangled in his red hair and she pulled his head down for a kiss. His large grasp was at her hips, pulling her into his thrusts almost savagely.
Her head was arched into the cushions of the sofa as ecstasy coursed through her. “I’m going to come, please, oh Ian, now.”
Once again she exploded like a star being born, she felt the power of her release to the tips of her fingertips. It was for Ian, it was all because of him that she truly knew love and passion. He followed her over that pleasurable abyss and moaned as his hot seed filled her. He collapsed against her and she was contented beneath his body on Riley’s sofa. Ian moved aside and she snuggled against him. They lay intertwined with each other until their breathing calmed, and all the while he played with her fingers. She looked up at Ian, his eyes were closed and there was a smile on his face. He looked so different from the man who scowled all the time when they first met.
“Why are you smiling?” Kiya asked.
“Riley is going to expect me to buy him a new chair,” he chuckled. “He could take the one at my place but I think he’d prefer one without bullet holes.”
“I think he would,” she agreed. “When do we leave here?”
“I have to make sure the people that shot at us are taken care of.” Ian met her gaze. “This has to be answered if we are ever going to be safe. Then I deal with my father and how he came at you. This has to be done, please say you understand.”
“I can’t expect you to change who you are and run away. You’re not a coward,” Kiya said and then begged, “Please, please don’t get hurt. I don’t want to lose you.”
Ian looked into her eyes. “I love you...mind, body and soul. I’m yours and I’d fight my way back from hell to be with you. We’ll be gone from here by Friday and we’re not looking back.”
“I can live with that.” She pulled his head down to hers for a kiss. “I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”
“Ditto, baby,” Ian said and then teased, “We should eat. I keep bringing dinner and we end up naked...”
“I can sway you from food, good to know,” she replied.
They got to finish their meal that night and slept in each other’s arms. She worried about his way of handling things and hoped he didn’t end up in handcuffs or worse—hurt or killed. Could fate be so cruel to place them in each other’s lives just to take him away?
Chapter Seven
Working for his father had taught him one thing, to wait for the perfect time before showing his hand. When he was younger, his father pointed and he would break someone’s face. They called him Red Devil long before they called him King. That came when he became more refined, more deadly. As an enforcer he’d come into his own. Now all he wanted was to leave this li
fe that once made him think that he was the king of the world. Young and cocky, he could pretty much do what he wanted, when he wanted, until that held nothing but emptiness and all he’d seen of his father’s world made him sick. Yet he stayed for loyalty, for the love of his parents, until he figured out there was no love in return. They would take every ounce of what made him Ian and twist it to keep their way of life. So now it was his time to leave, to carve out what he wanted from the world. At thirty-four, it wasn’t too late to start over with Kiya at his side.
Ian parked away from the lights of the docks, between a set of containers that had become a permanent ugly art piece. These were the containers that were never claimed by their owners. After ninety days, it was legal for them to go inside to see what each contained. His people usually sold them for auction and he, in turn, took half of that and donated it to a children’s charity. His father hated that fact; the greedy bastard wanted to grab at every penny. Ian never blinked an eye and never let his father’s raging stop him from at least padding the deck in his favor with fate. It seemed to be paying off because the woman he loved literally fell into his lap.
He spotted the two cars pulling up, and the men he was waiting for arrived. Ian followed their pattern and figured out they met here to discuss the next steps in their plan to take over the Mordha organization. From Moe’s car, three extra men piled out, the no-neck brutes that people like his father favored. From Alexi’s car, the same amount of men. They spread out, conveniently for him because it would be easier to pick them off.
Ian moved away from his car stealthily, watching from the darkness. He wanted to see where these men milled around while waiting for their owners to finish conducting business. He took out the first of Alexi’s men easily by catching the man in a chokehold from behind until he went limp. He didn’t want them dead, just incapacitated for the next part of his plan. Moe’s men were someone difficult to take down, but he relished that part because these were men who sat at his father’s table. He may hate the man but there were some things you just don’t do—you don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Finally, with bruised fists, he walked out into the light with a gun in hand, smiling casually at Moe and Alexi.
“When the cat is away, the mice will play,” Ian said coldly. “And here my father was thinking that Alexi’s move was for a bigger piece of the pie, and he came to that decision all by himself. Moe, what have you been whispering in his ear?”
“Joey, Phil!” Moe called out.
Ian shook his head. “They can’t come to the phone right now. You know how I work.”
“This is the son?” Alexi looked him up at down. “Come on, you can be bought. Everyone can be bought.”
Ian chuckled coldly. “Not me, I have a bigger investment in mind. Now let’s all head to my car. We’re going to go see my father.”
Alexi didn’t want to hear that. He rushed at Ian suddenly with a scream of rage. Ian deflected him easily and grabbed him by the neck. He used the butt of his gun to hit the Russian squarely on his forehead, and he crumpled to the asphalt. Moe tried to be an aggressor. The fat man lunged at him and Ian almost laughed at the pudgy body swinging his arms. Ian didn’t even drop the gun when he punched the man repeatedly. Blood spurted out of his nose and the old man moaned in agony. It was simple to get them handcuffed together before he put down the backseat of his SUV and made them climb in. He made sure they couldn’t try to hurt him before he pulled Moe’s phone from his pocket and dialed an unfamiliar number: Kiya’s brother. While she’d slept, he’d memorized it from her phone. It was part two of the plan he had for their freedom.
The cell rang twice before the deep wary voice answered. “Hello, who is this?”
“I’ve got a gift for you: four men on the Mordha docks, two from Alexi Petrov and two from Moe Redman,” Ian said.
“Who the fuck is this? Mordha, is this you? Where’s my sister?” Kevin demanded to know.
“Consider it a gift, another one is in the mail,” Ian said, never confirming his identity.
He dropped the phone and stepped on it. Kevin and his task force would find the remnants when they arrived. Ian got into the driver’s seat of his SUV and looked back into the angry eyes of Alexi and the terrified Moe.
“Ready to go, boys?” he asked pleasantly, like he was driving them to a soccer game. He pulled away and was almost two streets away when he heard the sirens heading towards the docks. He took the familiar route to his father’s house and in about twenty minutes he parked in the circular driveway. Ian got out and his father’s night guard stepped forward.
“Get the old man to the pool house, and get Frank and Connor from the kitchen where they’re stuffing their faces,” Ian commanded.
The guard’s eyes widened when he saw who Ian dragged out of the car and pushed towards the pool house. “Right away, King.”
He gritted his teeth at the name but soon no one would be calling him that ever again. He shoved the two men forward and into the pool house. He unlocked the handcuffs that bound them together and put them in two chairs.
“Don’t even shift in your seat or I’ll break an arm,” Ian said mercilessly as he leaned against one of the walls. He was glad Kiya couldn’t hear or see him now because he’d fallen easily into his role as enforcer.
His father came in dressed in a casual sweater and slacks, smoking his usual cigar. It was around ten on Thursday night so Ian knew the poker game was going strong. The men Ian requested followed his father in, and Collin Mordha looked around at the situation as he blew out a puff of smoke. He looked at Moe, then Alexi, and finally Ian.
“What’s all this?” he asked around the fat cigar.
“You wanted who was trying to fuck with the organization,” Ian extended his hand. “There they are. Moe’s been selling you out to the Russians.”
“Is he now, you saw this?” his father asked.
“They’ve met a few times, and Moe was the only person that could’ve slipped them the information when I got shot,” Ian explained. “That, along with the money and the fact that the heist of our trucks was so precise after he spoke to the drivers at length to learn their habits. Well, the proof is in the pudding, as they say.”
“I was just lulling them into a false sense of security before we took them down, boss,” Moe stammered. “You know me, Collin, we went to school together. I’ve always been loyal.”
His father leaned down and when he spoke, he blew smoke into Moe’s face. “But you always wanted more. You’ve always been a greedy fucker—more food, more wine, more women, more money. You would sell me out in a heartbeat and now... well, now you and this mutt won’t see another day.”
Ian could almost feel pity for the man as he whimpered. He was impressed Alexi said nothing; it was the upbringing of the Russians to face death with honor. Collin stepped back and clapped Ian hard on the back.
“That’s my boy, always finishes the job,” his father said. “I bet these two were the ones that had your place shot up.”
Ian turned and bent his head to his father’s ear. “No, that was you, Pop. Tell them to take Moe and the Russian away and then we’re going to talk.”
His father gave him a surprised, worried look before he waved his hand at his men. “You know what to do, boys. Get his bank information, leave enough for the wife and the kids to have a decent life, the rest is yours. Don’t fuck around on this, if his wife comes and tells me there’s nothing left, you’ll be the next on my shit list.”
The men nodded and grabbed up the two offenders and led them out, Alexi still stoic and Moe openly crying. Ian sat down and kicked the other chair, his only indication that his father should sit. The older man sat and met his gaze. He’d been a smart liar to get this far, but Ian could see in his light green eyes that his suspicion was correct.
“I guess my only question is why? You knew I was seeing her and we were there and yet, you tell your people to shoot at your son?” Ian asked.
His father took the ci
gar from his mouth and dropped it on the tile. He ground it out under his foot to extinguish it. He extended his hands outward. “You see, I figured if I scared the girl, she would leave you and you’d be back licking your wounds but strong as ever, my lion, my enforcer.”
“But she didn’t. She stood by me, even though you offered her a shit load of money,” Ian said.
His father smiled. “She’s gutsy. I threatened her and she still told you. She’ll make a good addition to the family.”
“No, she won’t,” Ian said in a deadly tone. “I should kill you where you sit, old man, for what you did for threatening the woman I love.”
His father laughed incredulously. “Aren’t you too old to believe in fairy tales and love? Please, boy, that’s what women use to convince us what’s between their legs is the best out there. Here’s reality, son—pussy is pussy and it’s available everywhere.”
“I’ll choose to ignore your version of reality. I did my job and I’m out of this, Pop,” Ian stood.
“Sit your ass down, boy,” his father roared. Ian did sit back down. The man he worked all his life to protect leaned forward. “I own you, and you aren’t going anywhere. Keep the little chocolate drop if you want, but you will always be a Mordha and will always work for me until you take over when I die.”
Ian leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. “I’m going to counter that with my own plan. I’m gone, Pop, and you’re out of the business. You and Mom are going to retire to Florida or wherever old mobsters go to die.”
“And how do you really think that’s going to happen?” His father sat back. It was his tell, so Ian knew his father was uncomfortable and almost scared of the son he sired.
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