I fidgeted in my chair. Talked myself out of calling her. Seeing if she'd been released from all restrictions yet. I was going to demand a second opinion if Jessa told her she had to restrain from sex for another month. Hell, I might duct tape Jessa's mouth and deliver her to Nico's door. Let him keep her occupied. A soft knock on my door had me jolting. "Come." I slid my hand down my tie. Edi's knocks were usually a lot stronger than that. A smaller woman came into my office. Dark hair, dark eyes, she looked vaguely familiar. She pushed back her hair, tucked it behind her ears. "Mr. Amatucci?"I stood up, waved her over to a seat. "Yes. And you are?""I'm Eden Forester. I need some help."I waited for her to sit before I took my seat again. "What can I do to help you?"Her cheeks flushed. "I know who you are. I also know who your family is."I stayed silent. Most people who came to us for protection knew exactly who we were. It was one of the reasons they sought us out
I opened the door, smiled as I let Willow in. "Welcome to your old home." I swept a hand wide. She chuckled as she brought her bags in. "Oh, man. I've missed this place." She looked around. Her brow furrowed. "You haven't changed anything."I shook my head. "No. I told everyone I'm just squatting here until I can find a new house." Why no one believed me, I had no idea. Willow, her long light brown hair pulled up into a messy knot on top of her head, bustled to the kitchen island. She bobbed her head up and down a couple times. "Oh, please. Just make Turo propose already and move in with him. He's got more than enough room."Heat flared through my cheeks. Was the whole family trying to get us married? What if he didn't want that? I mean, I was trying to convince him to do it. But until today, I couldn't even offer sex. I was hoping to change that tonight. There was another knock on the door. I went back and opened it. Tali and Jessa stood there. I waved them in. Just as
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. I groaned, shoved my head under my pillow. I'd literally just gotten in bed. Another cold shower jerk off session as I waited for Nik to put me out of my misery. Jessa had already left the office by the time I called her. And I figured bothering her on her weekend was a douche move that I didn't want to have to figure out how to apologize for. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.I groaned again, but slapped a hand to my nightstand. With a glare, I unlocked the screen. Two new messages showed up.Both from Nik. I sat up, opened my messages app. Tapping her name, I almost fell out of bed when I saw the first message. Jessa gave me the all clear -CricketThe next was a short video. I hit the play button. Her face showed up. A lazy, sexy smile pulled at her mouth. "Too bad you aren't here." The next thing I know, she's laying down in bed. The camera pans down her naked body until I can see her pretty pussy. I'd been dreaming of that. Hell, it had featured in my mind
I shook my hair back. Damn it. Glared at the man in my bed. My plan should have worked. It was flawless. But no. Mr. Stupid Asshole had done another end run around me and gotten me to beg first. I was tempted to shove him out of my bed, but he was probably prepared for that as well. Asshole. His snicker told me he wasn't actually asleep. I rolled my eyes, pushed up from the mess of sheets that smelled of hard sex and sweat. "See yourself out, Foster."I walked into the bathroom, shut the door. I did my business and stood at the sink, letting the water warm up before I thrust my hands into the stream. Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to convince myself to just shut him out. Every single thing about him annoyed or infuriated me. From his smirks and snotty attitude to his inability to stay out of my business. About the only thing he was good for was a roll in the sheets. And that annoyed me, too. I was good at sex. But damn, he was great at it. Probably uses it as
I was out of time. She was going to go meet them alone, and she had no idea what she was getting ready to walk into. I should have told her sooner. Should have sat her down and explained everything. There was something larger at play here. But none of them would listen to me. And fuck if Talia ever thought of actually listening to me. The woman had the biggest chip on her shoulder. Granted, she'd earned it, well and truly.I pulled my phone from my pants pocket. Glared at the soldiers who were keeping me from leaving. I could escape. Pretty easily, in fact. But I didn't want to make her look bad in front of her men. That was a short road to a lonely bed.I shivered in the winter air. Glad I had that as an excuse. She was fucking fire in the sack. Hell, having her snipe and swipe at me got me harder than granite. She issued orders like I was supposed to follow them. Then, when I gave her what she actually wanted, she melted in my hands. Strong women were my kryptonite. And Tal
I gritted my teeth as the tires slipped and slid over the newest layer of ice and snow that covered the ground in pristine white. Instead of getting to watch it fall from the midnight sky, a cup of hot chocolate in my hands, a fuzzy blanket around my shoulders, in my best comfy jammies, I was rocketing across town to a meet up with a competing family. But I needed to do this. Win this. To win at least one. The roads were treacherous. Slick and slippery. I rounded the final corner. Felt the road drift away under the tires. I tried to turn into the fishtail. Why did they have to meet out in BFE anyways? There were perfectly sketchy and abandoned warehouses downtown. But nooo. Just like a man to make me have to dance to his tune to get some satisfaction. With a jerk and a shudder, the car finally straightened out. My heart fell back into my chest as the adrenaline slowly dissipated from my system. Assholes. Making me drive out this far. Your destination is ahead on your right, th
I cradled my arm against my body. Sighed. "Did you really have to shoot me?" I asked Arturo, the oldest of the Amatucci children."Yeah. I did. You should be glad that I only winged you. Now explain. In great detail." He waved me over from the kitchen island to sit in one of the chairs. "Could you at least put some damn clothes on? Interrogations with a naked dude should be listed under cruel and unusual." I sat down. Ripped a pillow case off the seemingly million throw pillows strewn around the loft. Fashioning a crude tourniquet, I staunched the blood flow in my arm while Turo got some clothes on. He was back out in the open concept living and dining area, his woman next to him. "What the fuck, Foster? You didn't get any pussy tonight, so you decided to crash everyone's parade?" Nik said as she stomped across the floor to the kitchen area. She got some kind of kettle thing down along with a bag of something else. "Talia went out to meet with the Russians," I said, looki
THWAP! My head bounced against something hard, jarring me from the void of sickly nothingness. On my back, all I could see were the low lights overhead. Bile coated the back of my throat as I tried to breathe through the nausea. The sloshing and slipping of my brain from one side to the other. "She's awake," someone called in a high voice. Unable to push it down, I made it to my side before my stomach gave a giant heave. Only to be caught by whatever they had over my mouth. Vomit rushed up into my nose, was forced down into my throat. My airways. Terror and fear swamped my mind as all my options for breathing were removed. I was going to die here. Suffocating on my own vomit. "The fuck! Get the tape off her mouth. She's going to die and then where will we be?" a man yelled as someone darted forward in the cramped space. As soon as the ripping pull of my delicate flesh was completed, I was coughing and spitting. Fire burned my nostrils as air forced its way through