JAYCE BECKETT After Cole left the previous night, I was left alone with my thoughts, and sleep proved elusive.I spent hours poring over the open files of the Marino family, devouring every detail of their crime records. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that exhaustion finally claimed me.I hadn't set an alarm, seeing no need to rush into the day. So, when my phone shattered the silence, blaring loudly in the early morning hours, I was taken aback."Cole, I swear, if you're the one blowing up my phone with these calls, I'm going to murder you," I grumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I lazily reached for my phone on the nightstand, my hand closing around it just as the ringing stopped. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking the interruption was over.But my reprieve was short-lived. The phone sprang to life again, shrill ringing piercing the air. I didn't bother checking the caller ID; I already knew it had to be Cole. He was my only friend, and I couldn't think of
RENATO MARINO "Use him to get rid of Aspen. And if he becomes a problem as well, kill him before he becomes a liability."Chocolate's words echoed relentlessly in my mind, repeating over and over, and invading my every thought.I couldn't shake the feeling that Chocolate was right. Aspen had always been a problem for me, a constant thorn in my side. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about our last encounter, and it was messing with my head. But I couldn't afford to let it consume me. I couldn't afford to be weak.As the leader of my crew, I had hundreds of men relying on me. I also had a multitude of enemies, including those who sought to destroy my family's legacy. They were all waiting for a moment of weakness, a chance to strike. If Jayce could help me forget about Aspen and stay focused on business, maybe I really did need him. Maybe I had to use him to my advantage.He wanted evidence? I'd give it to him, just to give him a reason to stick around a little longer. Not that any
JAYCE BECKETT Getting a hard-on inside Renato's car, parked in the underground garage of a mafia-infested mansion in Vineyard Hills, probably wasn't the smartest idea.The fading scent of Renato Marino lingered in the car, messing with my head. It wrapped around my throat, and my cock was caught in its grip. I shouldn't be getting turned on while on a mission, but my cock seemed to have a mind of its own. I couldn't blame it, though - the lack of sex had been really screwing with both of our heads."Stay in the car and wait here for me. Don't even think of getting out of the car. Be a good boy and follow my orders." That was all Renato said to me before disappearing into that scary-looking mansion about three hours ago. There has been no sign of him since, and I haven't received any signal that might indicate what's going on inside.I wanted to go inside, hoping to gather some information. However, Renato's earlier warning to stay in the car seemed personal, as if he was trying to
RENATO MARINO "Sasha..." I said into the phone, gazing out the window and glaring at the black SUV that Sasha had been ushered into. "Why didn't you tell me you had a pending dispute that you hadn't resolved yet with him?" I paced back and forth in the empty room, tugging at my hair and yanking it angrily as I waited for my brother's response."Why did you attend the Sit-Down without letting me know?" My brother's angry yell boomed through the phone.Fuck!Is that all he was concerned about?"What?" I scoffed, clenching my teeth. "Do you really think I'm here because I wanted to?"I never wanted to be a part of the commission. Ever."You've always wanted what's mine, Renato. You've always had your eyes on it," my brother snapped, and I felt my shoulders sag. I moved the phone closer to my face to make sure I was indeed talking to my brother. My eyebrows drew together in confusion when I confirmed that it was, in fact, my brother on the other end of the line.How can he talk to me l
JAYCE BECKETT I knew I had messed up the moment Renato caught me inside that building. I had expected him to lash out, maybe even use violence to punish me for disobeying him. But he didn't do anything. Instead, he had barely managed to get me out of that building before the man in charge approached us to talk to Renato.Later, Renato joined me in the car and ordered me to take the passenger seat. He didn't utter a word to me as he drove us away from the building. I wasn't curious about what the man had said to him, or if the man had seen me walking out of the house. All I wanted was to hear Renato's voice, even if it was angry and stern.What was his problem, anyway? If he was so angry with me, why couldn't he just yell at me and get it over with? What was he so upset about?"Boss," I said finally, breaking the silence. My eyes drifted to his bloody shirt, and I felt a pang of concern. "You're bleeding a lot."Renato's response was a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the ro
JAYCE BECKETT An hour later, the car came to a halt in front of a high-rise building, and Renato killed the engine, turning to face me.Fortunately, he had gotten his wound treated, in the backseat of his car about thirty minutes ago, and he had changed into a clean shirt. I wondered how his car could housed a lot of things like that. I guessed he had always been prepared for a day like today where he would need an emergency medical support and a change of clothes.Renato reached forward, smoothing out the wrinkle between my eyebrows as I arched my eyebrows at him."Do you have anyone at home waiting for you?" He asked in that gentle voice that betrayed how criminal like he was looking earlier with blood seeping from his hand, soaking his shirt.Renato still looked somewhat dangerous now which his white hair stained with blood, but he looked much more presentable than he was earlier when I found him in that room."Why...?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"I searched his
RENATO MARINO There was no other explanation for this; I had lost my fucking mind. When my eyes landed on the lingerie displayed on the mannequin, all I wanted to do in that moment was drag Jayce to a corner and put it on him.The red bra would look fucking sexy on his athletic build, and I couldn't help but imagine his nipples poking out of the delicate holes at the front. And the panties? Fuck!The lace panties were another story altogether - the mere thought of them sent shivers down my spine. All I wanted was to see his arousal straining against the see through fabric of the panties. I pictured Jayce on his knees between my legs, clad only in the lingerie I had carefully selected for him. His eyes would lock onto mine, burning with lust and desire, his cheeks flushed with passion. I would gently insert a finger into his mouth, and he would gratefully suck on it, as if savoring his best meal.But my finger wouldn't be enough, because Jayce would be my slut. My bad, fucking slu
JAYCE BECKETT My heart was pounding hard against my chest, my ears twitched nervously, and my eyes darted back and forth between my phone and the front door as my thumbs flew across the keyboard at an incredible speed. I had no idea that the flash drive I found carelessly discarded on the carpet floor of Renato's car the previous day contained files that could serve as crucial evidence to take him down. However, I was stuck, unsure what was inside those large files or how to access them before sending them to Chief Strand. The files were heavily encrypted with codes that someone like me couldn't possibly crack. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, counting down the seconds until the files finished transferring to my phone, anxiously aware that Renato could walk out the door and catch me at any moment."Fuck! Please..." I whispered, my breathing ragged as I shifted my gaze from my phone to the front door for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. My breath caught in my throa
JAYCE BECKETT For over a decade I'd been coming here, eating with Cole's fathers on the same table, this would be the first time I'd feel awkward around them – and I'd apparently lost all sense of how to even hold a goddamn fork."Be careful, kid, that thing is going to cut your hand." Paul, Cole's dad, said, his eyes tracking my trembling hand."Yes, sir," I said, reaching for the fork for the third time, but it slipped from my trembling fingers again. "I'm sorry, sir," I said quickly, biting down on my lip as I glanced down to see the cutlery had rolled under the dining table."What now?" Judd, Cole's father, snapped, and I scrambled to retrieve the fork from the floor, freezing when our eyes met and he gave me a hard stare. "You don't have a problem handling a gun, but a fork's too much for you to hold?" He scoffed, staring unbelievably at me.I should have prepared myself for this conversation before coming here. I should have known lunch with Cole's fathers wouldn't go quietly
JAYCE BECKETT Worry, and another unfamiliar feeling, twisted and turned in the pit of my stomach. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my ears straining as I focused on the traffic, trying to tune in to any sound other than the frantic beating of my heartbeat in my chest.A large, warm hand gripped my thigh, squeezing it gently with care. I knew exactly whose hand it was, but I turned my gaze to Cole anyway, and our eyes met as he stared back at me with concern etched on his face."Are you scared?" he asked, his hand rubbing my inner thigh as his eyes remained fixed on my face. Even when I returned my gaze to the traffic, I could still feel Cole's intense stare on me. This wouldn't be my first time meeting Cole's fathers; I'd been to their mansion so many times I'd lost count. After losing my parents, I spent most holidays at Cole's fathers' mansion, initially with my sister, and later, just me and her son. I had grown accustomed to the place, so I shouldn't be scared.But this was
RENATO MARINO Since I was a kid, I knew the kind of society I was born into, and I knew that no matter how great, powerful, or fearful anyone could be, they were nothing without having the godfather on their side.It was an unspoken rule: don't make an enemy of the godfather. An enemy of Sasha's is an enemy to all. I wouldn't even be surprised if I woke up in the middle of the night to find my own shadow pointing a gun at my head.That was how powerful he was. He had everyone in the organization wrapped around his finger. My brother was delusional to think he could mess with someone like Sasha.It was totally a stupid move and even a four-year old would know that.As I impatiently tapped my thumb against the steering wheel, I pressed the secret button in my car that connected me with Chocolate system and asked, "How many people are in there?" I glanced toward the clubhouse, but the windows were opaque. The ear-blasting music was the only indication of the party going on inside."Hol
JAYCE BECKETT I waited anxiously for Cole to tell me what was going on. I couldn't even recall when I stood up from the couch and crossed over to where he was sitting.His eyes were pinned on mine, looking at me with that guilty look that made my heart beat so fast I was afraid I was going to go crazy if he didn't start speaking.Thinking of the past few hours I had spent away from home, away from my only family, I felt like banging my head against the wall.What if something had happened? What if Curtis suddenly had a seizure when I wasn't there? What if no one was here to attend to him in that moment? What if I should have come home straight immediately I woke up?But I was busy having sex with Renato Marino, my goddamn enemy, instead of coming home to Curtis."No!" I grunted, shaking my head frantically. "What if I hadn't been so foolish to get myself knocked out by that bastard in the first place?"I would never forgive myself if anything happened to that poor boy."Hey, hey." I
JAYCE BECKETT My entire body ached like a bitch, and if I hadn't lost my damn mind, I wouldn't have even thought about driving this late at night in this conditionIt wasn't until I walked out of Renato's building, got into his Bentley, and started the car that I realized my body was trembling, my head hurt, and I couldn't even open my eyes fully. I felt... Dizzy."Shit!" I groaned, grabbing the side of my face to soothe the ache, but that only seemed to worsen the pain. "Fuck! Maybe I should have just listened to that girl and rested for a little longer." I grunted, shook my head, and immediately regretted it.I clenched my fist around the steering wheel and drove out of the compound, which was ridiculously too big for any villa to have. It was still dark, and even though I hadn't checked the time yet, I knew it wouldn't be anything less than three in the morning.The drive through the private road was in total silence; the only sound I could hear was the heavy throbbing in my he
JAYCE BECKETT It feels good.Feels so fucking good."I'm close." Renato groaned, sucking my throat, his body trembling against mine.Or could it be my body trembling against his?The fucking lost some of its edge, too, and when he reached between us to get me off, I trembled from the force of my orgasmic cry.“Fuck! So sexy!” he repeated over and over as his cum poured through me, painting me, using me as its canvas.Renato climbed off me, and I moved to my stomach, feeling betrayed by the moon that basked in the glory of the darkness. I never noticed the moon was out and glowing until I was coming down from the high of my release.Renato returned with a warm washcloth, praying for strength when he spread my sticky thighs to see me covered in his semen. The rag dragged from my testicles to the top of my cleft, getting rid of the evidence of our intimate.Renato must have enjoyed cleaning me so much that he couldn't help but play with my entrance. I might have been a slut in my past
JAYCE BECKETT I felt betrayed by my own body as my ass chased after Renato's cock when he pulled out of me,It had barely been half an hour when Renato first sank his monster cock into me, and I was already adjusting to the sensation of his thick cock filling me up. The empty feeling I felt when he pulled out made me crave more."Aargh!" I groaned, letting out a wall shattering scream when he slammed right back into me.Like a needy slut, I took it all, every angry thrusts and harsh strokes just like a junkie who can’t help it.Renato let out a deep grunt, flipping me over so I was now on my back, legs wrapped around his waist. He kept thrusting his cock inside me and a shameless moan spilled out of me. His intense eyes remain on mine as he ruthlessly drive into me like a damned beast.He was watching me. I had always liked observing but being observed by a sexy criminal had never felt so good.Not when Renato looked at me like he can’t get enough of me. Like I was the center of his
RENATO MARINO Fabric fluttered to the floor as Jayce carelessly discarded his clothes, and I shot him a disapproving glare. His fingers trembled slightly as he hooked them together, his intense gaze locked on mine. I hated mess, and my initial instinct was to scold him for the scattered clothes, to tell him to pick them up, fold them neatly, and place them on the table. However, as my eyes involuntarily drifted to his groin, I saw his erection straining against his navel, and my annoyance melted away. The mess on the floor was forgotten.As I gazed at Jayce, his chiseled physique struck me like a masterpiece. The sculpted lines of his abdomen seemed almost otherworldly, beckoning me to reach out and explore every contour. My fingers itched to wrap around his waist again, to feel the warmth of his skin and the definition of his muscles. I yearned to trace the curves and ridges of his body with my tongue, to commit every detail to memory and savor the sensation of his presence.Inst
JAYCE BECKETT I was sexually frustrated. And It was messing with my head. My fucking sanity. It hadn't even been that long since I last had sex with Cole, so why was I getting turned on just by having Renato's hands around my throat, cutting my airway? I should be irritated. Having Renato Marino, a disgusting criminal, running his tongue over my Adam's apple and sucking roughly on my neck should be repulsive. Yet... It did not irritate me! Not even in the slightest. The feel of his erection, digging an invisible hole into my stomach as he pressed me hard against the sofa with his full weight pressing hard on my body, made me feel something I had never felt for anyone before. He said he wanted to have sex with me, and every logical person, especially a law enforcement officer like myself, should be offended by that offer. But maybe I had lost my morals because I actually wanted to do this. Even if he hadn't proposed giving me his information every time we had sex, I