Cohen: King's Descendants MC #5

by Bella Jewel

  “And she did,” I say softly.

  Marcella nods with a smile. “She did. She agreed and when my sons were born, one of them was whisked out of my life and I was paid out. I moved away and that was the last time I ever saw my son. Occasionally, your momma would send me a picture. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, but having Romeo here with me, that made things so much easier.”

  God.

  This is a lot.

  A lot to process.

  A lot to understand.

  “Thank you, for telling me all of that,” I say, my voice tired.

  “Doesn’t really explain why your son is now seekin’ her out after all these years,” Cohen says, his voice incredibly respectful, but firm.

  Marcella looks to him. “He didn’t know the truth until he was older, and by then, she was gone, and we thought she had passed. He looked into it for years, and finally we got word she wasn’t dead. We came right away.”

  I mean, it makes sense.

  Cohen nods, accepting her answer, his face still tight.

  “My son,” Marcella asks me, her face full of hurt and suppressed emotions I imagine she has long ago smothered down. “Was he a good man?”

  No.

  He wasn’t.

  But I can hardly tell her that. It will break her heart, and that’s the last thing I want to do. Romeo, who is standing behind her, meets my eyes and slowly shakes his head. He doesn’t want me to tell her the truth, but I don’t want to feed her full of lies either. So, I give her the best parts of him that I can remember over the years. There weren’t many, but when he was younger, before my father changed him, we did get along.

  “He was protective,” I begin. “He had a wicked sense of humor and was always pulling pranks on me, but he took care of me if I needed it. He was strong and a hard worker.”

  She smiles, but it trembles.

  My god I feel like my heart is being torn from my chest.

  “When he died ... was it painless for him?”

  Cohen stiffens beside me, knowing full well it wasn’t painless. She doesn’t need to know that, either. All she needs to know is her son passed and is in a better place. That’s all any mom needs to know.

  “He went quickly,” I tell her.

  She nods, pressing her hands together tightly.

  “We should go, it is getting late and we have a lot to process,” Cohen says, standing. “Thank you for your time, ma’am.”

  Marcella nods and stands. I do so, too.

  She walks over to me and gives me a hug, the kind of hug I didn’t realize I had longed for, for so long. The kind of hug a mother gives her child, full of warmth and kindness. I close my eyes and take a moment to let that hug wash over me, to let the feelings break free and consume my body.

  “My son,” Marcella whispers to me. “He is a good man. You can trust him. He was raised in a home full of love and good values, he will cause you no harm.”

  I believe her.

  I truly do.

  So, where do I go from here?

  “DO WE RISK TAKIN’ THE deal? It’ll get a big problem off our backs, allow Aviana to be safe again, and we can focus on getting Samson’s daughter, finishing that and gettin’ the hell out of here.”

  Alarick speaks, sitting with his back against the chair, legs spread apart, arms crossed. He’s in my motel room with Cohen and me, and I’m trying very hard to stay away. The night has finally caught up with me and I’m exhausted. I want to go to sleep, but know it’s important we discuss this, too.

  “I think we take the deal,” Cohen says, his voice tired, too.

  I look to him. “You do?”

  He nods. “Yeah, I do. I think he’s tellin’ the truth. That business is far over your head, and if he’s willin’ to give you a cut of it, I think it’s worth it provided it’s done through the correct legal channels.”

  I’m surprised by this.

  I guess the visit to Marcella convinced him, too.

  I know it did for me.

  “Then it’s sorted,” Alarick says, standing. “We’ll get the ball rolling with Romeo tomorrow, get them fuckers off our backs and we can go forward with our plan to get Benedict so we can finish this.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I say, followed by a yawn.

  “I’ll see you both in the morning.”

  Alarick leaves and I turn to Cohen, who looks exhausted. He has his own room, but for whatever reason, he’s still here. He has been by my side all night, making sure to have my back at every turn. Just as he promised. That means the world to me, he might not know it, but it truly does.

  “I’m going to shower,” I say softly. “Would you ... like to join me?”

  He stares at me, and then without a word, drops his jacket from his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. I guess that’s a yes. My heart races as I turn and walk to the shower, slowly removing my clothes as I go. I reach in and turn the water on, but before I can do anything more, Cohen’s hard, naked body presses against my back and his mouth finds my neck. I shudder with pure delight as he nibbles at the overly sensitive skin.

  His hand goes around and finds my breast, where he gently begins to knead, rolling my nipple around between his thumb and forefinger. I whimper and arch with delight as his cock presses against my back, hard and aching. I want it so badly. I want him so badly. But I also want to enjoy every damned second of his hands on me, loving the way it makes me feel.

  “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day,” he growls, nipping my earlobe. “I’m fuckin’ starving. It’s time I get a feed.”

  Oh, my word.

  He spins me around and we back into the shower, the warm water cascading over our bodies and soaking us. Cohen gets down to his knees, takes my leg, and places it over his shoulder, and then he buries his face between my legs. The pleasure is immediate and intense as his tongue does incredible things. I whimper and my hands press against the cool tiled walls to stop myself from falling.

  He devours me and there is no doubting that the man knows what he’s doing with his tongue. I cry out as he increases the pressure, licking with a force that I can’t fight against. I cum so hard I lose my footing, slipping down. Cohen’s hands immediately stop me, his big fingers curling into my thighs so I don’t fall. He buries his face deeper, making sure every shudder of my orgasm is dragged out.

  Only then does he stand, licking his lips like a fucking deviant. Then he steps closer to me, grabs my hair and growls, “My turn.”

  Oh, boy.

  He pushes me down to my knees and I immediately take his cock into my mouth, my lips stretching around the hard length of it. I slide my head up and down, using my tongue to make little swirling motions under the head. A feral growl lets me know I’m doing a good job. His fingers in my hair, guiding me, makes my entire body ache for me. He lets me suck him, cupping his balls and tasting his cock, for about five minutes.

  Then, he brings me to my feet and, with a raspy growl, tells me, “Turn around. I gotta fuck you.”

  I turn around, pressing my ass into his cock. He slaps it, hard, and the echo of that rings out through the bathroom. I whimper and he takes my hip in one hand and places the other hand on my back to bend me over a little more. Then he plunges his cock inside of me, deep and hard, causing a burning, stretching sensation. I cry out, but my cries are quickly turned into moans of pleasure as he starts to fuck me.

  His thrusts go from slow, to fast, then back to slow again.

  The way he moves his hips is pure torture.

  He knows how to fuck, and he’s driving me insane, keeping me on edge, bringing me to the limit and then slowing down again.

  “Please,” I plead. “Cohen please.”

  “All in good time,” he growls.

  As he works his hips, his cock feels like it gets bigger inside of me. He won’t last much longer, but the way he’s fucking me, I won’t either. He picks up the pace for the final time, driving his cock in and out of me, skin slapping, bodies movi
ng together so fucking perfectly. I can’t hold back my orgasm a second longer—I let it wash over me with a cry of pure ecstasy.

  A moment later, Cohen joins me, his body tightening and shuddering as he finds his own release.

  Then we fall silent together, both of us hanging on to each other.

  When he finally releases me, my body feels incredible. Like he has taken the stresses of the night and just removed them. We wash and get out, dressing. Once we’re out of the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed as Cohen grabs his jacket off the floor.

  “You can stay ... if you like.”

  He looks to me, his eyes tired, his body heavy. “You want me to stay?”

  I bite my lip, hesitating. Then, I nod. “Yeah, I want you to stay.”

  He drops that jacket to the floor again, slides into bed with me, and I can tell you, nothing in the world has ever felt this fucking good.

  Nothing.

  I want to stay here forever.

  17

  NOW – COHEN

  Romeo takes a seat at the large table, his suit as crisp as it was the night before, his hair as fucking shiny, too. He’s well put together, nothing like the other brother I killed. This man is poised and he’s professional. I doubted him when he approached for the first time, but after meeting his momma, I can see he’s different to the rest of Aviana’s family. That’s because he had nothing to do with them.

  “Thanks for calling me over,” he tells Aviana, who is sitting beside me, her hand firmly clasped in mine.

  Holding her last night, feeling her body pressed against mine, it felt fucking good. Exactly how I always imagined it would feel. Being with her makes something inside me feel right again, and it terrifies me, especially knowing that she’s going to be risking her life in a matter of days.

  I lost her once, not fucking sure I can do it again.

  “Thanks for coming by,” Avi tells him, shifting in her chair. “I’ve thought about what you said, and I’d like to accept your offer. I’ll sign the business over, but it has to be done legally. Then, I’d like you to take the club members to the people who want to hurt me and have that sorted out.”

  Fucking yeah we’ll sort that out.

  I have wanted to get my hands on those fuckers since I found out what they wanted from Aviana.

  Their day has come, and I’ll be the one taking them down.

  Romeo nods. “I accept your terms; I can have it drawn up with my lawyer. You can accept whatever terms work for you. What percentage of the annual turnaround you’d like.”

  Aviana glances at me, then back to Romeo. “I want twenty percent. The rest is yours.”

  Romeo nods. “Done. Anything else?”

  “There is something, actually.”

  Romeo raises his brows, staring at her. “Please, state it.”

  “I want to get to know you better. I don’t have any family left, as you know, and considering you’re my brother I’d like to have some kind of relationship with you, and your mother, if you’ll allow that.”

  Romeo smiles. “I’d like nothing more. Consider it done.”

  Aviana’s smile could just about light up the fucking room. “Well, then we have a deal.”

  The two of them reach across the table and shake hands.

  Romeo looks to me. “Can we schedule a meeting with your president to discuss how and when we will deal with the other problem?”

  I can’t see Romeo as the kind of man to deal with anything, but he knows where these men are, and he knows how we can get to them. If he shows us the way, we can take it from there. I can’t imagine him getting his hands dirty. Doesn’t seem like the type.

  “Come around this afternoon, we’ll discuss,” I say to him.

  He nods and then stands. “I have to get to work, thank you both for speaking to me. Aviana, I’ll be in touch.”

  She gives her brother a smile and when he’s gone, she turns to me. “How’d I do, boss?”

  I snort. “You did better than I thought. You didn’t attack him once, or scowl, or call him a name.”

  She laughs. “What sort of person do you think I am?”

  “The feistiest one I’ve met.”

  “Well,” she says with a grin, “I guess family might just soften me a little.”

  “Not too soft, I hope,” I growl, taking her hand and putting it on my hardening cock.

  Her cheeks grow red, and her smile grows devious. “You know, there’s a restroom here we could go sneak into. If you’d like to fuck me right now, that is?”

  She squeezes my dick and I’m standing and moving before she can say anything more. I take her hand and pull her toward the restroom out the back of the café we’re in. The moment we get inside I have her against the wall, her skirt up, her panties aside, and my cock so fucking deep in her I can feel her warmth covering every inch. Her moans fill the small space and, fuck me, if it isn’t the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  I want her more than she could possibly understand.

  She drives me fucking wild.

  “Fuck me harder,” she gasps, tangling her fingers into my hair.

  I do just that, fucking her until her moans turn into screams and the sounds of our skin slapping together can be heard echoing over and over again. She cums with a cry that makes my dick swell. I follow less than a minute after, growling her name as I find my release inside her. Fuck me.

  Nothing like spontaneous sex.

  Especially with a girl as wild as her.

  I let her down when my cock finishes pulsing and she smiles up at me, her cheeks flushed. I love seeing her like this, looking like a fucking angel. I cup the side of her face without realizing. The gentle gesture makes her face harden, just a touch.

  “What is it about me touchin’ you that makes you look at me like that?”

  She swallows, and then looks away. “Fear.”

  “Fear of what?”

  She meets my eyes once more. “Fear of getting hurt again. I want you, Cohen, but I’m still holding some pain about what happened. I don’t want to ruin something that could potentially be good because I rush into it.”

  “Get that,” I murmur. “We’ve got time.”

  She nods. “Yeah, we do.”

  “For what it’s worth,” I say, leaning down close, “I’ll never fuckin’ hurt you again, Aviana.”

  With that, I take her hand and lead her out of the bathroom. We order some lunch and eat it, then we head back early. Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting with Benedict. Tomorrow, Aviana will put the plan into motion.

  Now more than ever, I don’t like it.

  I don’t like the fact that she’s going in there without protection.

  She assures me she knows what she’s doing. The club assures me they’ve got her back. But if one thing goes wrong ... it’s over for her.

  Surely, by now, it’s our turn for something to go right?

  Fucking surely.

  “YOU’RE CLEAR ON THE plan?” Alarick says to Aviana as we arrive at a new motel in the town where she is going to meet up with Benedict.

  “I’m clear on the plan, you don’t have to worry,” Aviana tells him, tucking her hair up into a ponytail. “I’ll get this done. I’ll make sure we get hold of him and I’ll come out alive.”

  “We’ll have eyes on you at all times, but if somethin’ goes wrong ...”

  “It won’t,” she assures him.

  Then she looks to me, I know my face is hard, I can feel just how tight my jaw is right now.

  “It’s going to be okay,” she tells me, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “I’m tough. I’ve got this.”

  “Last time we sent a girl in, it ended very fuckin’ badly ...” Mykel tells her.

  “Hey!” Waverly slaps him on the shoulder. “I did good.”

  He meets her eyes. “We all got into a lot of fuckin’ trouble because of that. Kendric still has to go to court and could very likely be charged if we don’t finish this now. We have to do it right.”

>   “We’re doin’ it right,” Kendric mutters.

  “We’ll be waitin’ to back you up if you need it,” Samson tells her.

  She smiles at them all, giving them the kind of look that would soften any man. “Thank you all. I’ll be okay.”

  We settle into our rooms and Aviana gets herself ready for her meeting with Benedict tonight. She claims to know where to find him, and I’m certain she probably does. She hasn’t told me a lot about how she knows him, but she has told me she remembers a place he owned and was often at, especially on a Saturday night. So, we can only fucking hope that he’s there and she can manage to lure him away.

  We’ll be waiting.

  “Well, hey!”

  I turn to see Zariah striding toward us, suitcase in hand. She was never not going to be part of this. She, more than most, has good reason to want to be there when we take this operation and fucking destroy it. She’s been on the island, she’s been used by Blanche and more than that, she is the only one of us to have met Samson’s daughter. Because of that, she’s invested.

  “How’s it goin’?” I ask her, shielding my eyes from the sun.

  “It’s good, Cohen. How are you?”

  I nod. “Livin’.”

  She smiles and then looks to Aviana. “How are you, honey?”

  “I’m doing good.”

  “Well, you’re doing a pretty incredible thing for us tonight.”

  Aviana smiles and then lets us know she has to start getting ready before disappearing inside. Kendric comes out of his room at the sound of Zariah’s voice and, in minutes, the two of them are back in there. The way he just looked at her, tells me he’s going to be fucking her in less than five minutes.

  “You good, brother?”

  I see Mykel walking down the path, cigarette in hand.

  “I’m gettin’ there.”

  “She’s goin’ to come out of this,” he says, stopping and leaning against a pole, inhaling deeply.

  “How many chances are we goin’ to get here? We’ve fucked up so many times, and so far we’ve kept everyone safe. What if she’s the end of that lucky streak?”