SelenaThe intensity of our passion was crazy, the feel of being in his house and his bed enthralling. I was lightheaded from the craziness of how hard I’d climaxed, his mouth an incredible weapon. I licked my dry lips, my pussy muscles spasming from the force he’d used, and I was still trying desperately to free myself. I’d never been restrained like this, the feeling of helplessness creating anxiety as well as another jolt of heated electricity.I could barely feel my legs any longer, the raw rush of adrenaline mixing with the ferocity of electric current almost unbearable.“Oh, my God. Oh… So big.” His cock seemed to fill me completely, which added to my breathlessness. I blinked furiously, half laughing, half moaning as he pulled out, driving into me again.Joshua was a creation of beauty, easy on the eyes, but there was so much more than his sensuality. He hadn’t just awakened the darkness inside of me; he’d lit a fire under the woman as well.Maybe his strength had boosted my res
Maybe I was thinking too much like a conspiracy theorist, but I was exactly in the same mindset as Joshua. Refusing to leave any stone unturned. After printing a few files that I preferred looking at on paper, I moved to the second jump drive, the one stolen from Christine’s office. The moment I shoved it into the system and pulled up the files, I could tell exactly why Joshua had been concerned.Everything was password encrypted. Even if I knew Christine more personally, it would take hours, maybe days to try to figure out her password. That was assuming that she’d used just one. For all I knew, this could have come from someone else, the password only existing in her mind. Fuck. I tried a few, including her birthdate, but that didn’t work.I wasn’t tech savvy enough to know how to go about setting up a search system. What would I do instead? I started jotting notes.A few minutes later, I realized I wasn’t alone. When I looked up, the fact Christopher was watching me intently, his l
Joshua“It’s not Damien.”Hearing Liam’s first words and the way he said them was a clear indication that something more substantial was wrong. “How have you made that determination?”“Because he was gunned down outside of Miami a month ago.”That was news I hadn’t anticipated. “You’re certain of it.”“I have connections in the city, my friend. There is no doubt.”“Assassination style?”“Yes,” Liam hissed.“If I had to venture a guess, I’d say you should look into whether or not you have an issue with the Baranov clan.”“They’re being watched.”“Are you certain about that?” I asked, which I could tell irritated him but at this point, I couldn’t ignore any suspicions. And after what Selena had said, the red flag remained raised.“I am curious, Canadian. What are you getting at?”“Perhaps you should check on the name Brandon Zimmer. See if he’s a large player in their organization. From what I understand, his sister is a defense attorney in Louisville. She would have access to informati
“Shit,” Greg said. “I think I need a drink.”“I think we all do,” Pops said.“What happened during that period of time?” my brother asked as the tension mounted. I sensed my father was reliving the experience, the various emotions crossing his face disconcerting.I knew how to play the waiting game for seeking revenge better than anyone. Often choosing the right time to strike would save lives, even property. However, from what I knew about several Bratva organizations, they weren’t well known for their patience or their humanity.“The world of organized crime was different back then,” Pops started. “It was brutal, more like the Old West than what you see now with computers and hackers as employees. I was raised on violence and bloodshed, enough that the streets and sidewalks were often painted with the color red from whatever weekend slaughter had occurred. You hear more stories about the New York syndicates, yet their murders were kids playing in a sandbox next to what we faced.” He
JoshuaAnger was a part of my world and had been for as long as I could remember. My father had tried to provide methods of relieving the rage including requiring and encouraging physical activity including boxing. Occasionally, I still boxed, something I’d enjoyed through college. Then business had taken precedence, keeping me from the gym far too often.On this day, I wished I could spend hours in front of a punching bag to relieve both the tension and the fury that continued to build. I knew the reason why, the lack of control. It was killing me, eating me up inside; my inability to process what little I’d learned to provide a clear-cut answer was debilitating.That didn’t bode well for anyone who crossed me.I’d been right in that Pops had kept some fascinating and rather incriminating evidence on the Baranovs, details that could be used against them. I would keep the info in reserve. What I had in mind was more hands on. If necessary.From what my sources had told me, Shawn had m
I’d been forced to knock on hundreds of doors of possible enemies over the years, kicking more than a few in during my time as the Don of the family. Some had immediately begged for forgiveness, pleading for their lives, others brandishing firearms. I’d had grenades tossed at my head, steel bats flying atme. A knife or two. My favorite had been when the wife of one of a man who’d betrayed us had started throwing tomatoes. I’d been covered in red slop in the time it had taken for my men to wrestle the vegetables from her before driving her to the ground. And they’d been two of my beefiest men.However, this greeting shocked the hell out of me.“Thank God, you’re here. I was terrified you wouldn’t figure it out. I want to strike a deal.”Shawn’s words reverberated but they didn’t register completely for at least a full thirty seconds. I shook my head again, as if I could somehow drive the cobwebs away. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”He looked past us into the hallway before grabbing my
SelenaI was still pacing the office I’d been using, ready to bite the head off a bat. The sickness remained, enough that I’d grabbed a glass of the Irish whiskey Joshua had brought back from Louisville, hoping it would calm my nerves.I’d gotten voicemail, which had driven me to another state of anger, the call yet to be returned. It had been risky to do, maybe stupid, but I couldn’t tolerate being behind the eight ball any longer.I moved to a standing position, pushing the drink away. The alcohol wasn’t doing me any good, the taste bitter in my mind, no matter the vintage. As I started to pace the floor, I suspected that Joshua’s world had coincidentally collided with mine, and that whatever was going on had little to do with me. But at this point, I could be certain of nothing. Not a damn thing, including who was trying to kill us. I grabbed my phone, shoving it into the back pocket of my jeans.God, I hated this.The waiting.The anticipation.The anxiety.It felt like a hammer w
Air rushed into my lungs, the mysterious woman who’d nearly killed me pitched backward with extreme force, her body hitting the wall. Grasping my throat, I rolled over, gasping for air as I struggled to figure out what the hell was going on. There were additional savage thuds, and there was no doubt the growl I heard was coming from the depths of the man I loved.“You fucking bitch.”I managed to turn over, reaching out to him. Mikey and two other men rushed into the room, Joshua barking orders that were garbled in my muddled mind.My handsome man pummeled his fists into the woman’s face before yanking out his weapon, pressing the barrel against her temple as he wrapped his other hand around her shirt, yanking her off the floor.“No!” I managed. “Joshua. You’re… not a… killer.”He slowly turned his head, his chest heaving, his eyes turning from venomous to concerned. Then to something else. Love. I could see love in his eyes. “Baby. Oh, my baby. Take this bitchdownstairs. Tie her up a
“That’s for me to decide.”I nodded and took a deep breath. “I do love you, Gina, and if you want me, I’m in this for the rest of our lives.”“I should be mad at you,” she said as she stood up and approached me. She reached up to cup my face with her hands. “But I love you for putting aside your happiness for your family.”“Does that mean that you’ll take me back?”Gina smiled and leaned into me as I wrapped my arms around her. “Of course.”I grinned and stood, picking her up and spinning her around in a tight hug. She laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist.“I love you, Gina.”“I love you too.”When I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, all felt right with the world. Her hands sank into my hair, holding me to her as I carried her across the beach and into the house.I nipped at her bottom lip, and our tongues tangled as I took her down the hall. She moaned as I spun and pinned her against the wall, rolling her hips and grinding her core against my hardened cock.With a groan,
BrandonAmaliawatchedmeasI carried plates of food to the kitchen table. I sat in front of her before taking my own and sitting beside her. She sighed and picked up her fork, moving the roast potatoes around the plate.“You know, she loves you,” Amalia said.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” So instead, I focused on slicing my chicken into small pieces. I didn’t want to be having this conversation right now.“And I know that you love her. What I’m struggling with right now is why you still haven’t told me I will have a sibling.”I nearly choked on the chicken I had just put into my mouth. I reached for my water glass and took a long sip before looking at Amalia. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.“Where the hell did you hear about that?”“Gina told me. I’ve been talking to her a lot the last couple of days. Did you know that she’s thinking about leaving Silverlake? She might move back to the city.”I froze, my entire body stiffening as I looked at her. While I k
Gina“You’regoingtohaveto talk to me sooner or later,” I said as I stood beside Amalia in a coffee shop. It had been nearly a week since the breakup, and she had ignored every call.I tried going to her house when I knew Brandon wasn’t home to see her. During the first visit — when she didn’t think I was coming — she had answered the door.Talking to her since then had been nearly impossible.Amalia sighed as she approached the counter. She gave the barista a small smile. “Two large mochas, please.”I smiled, but my stomach was tossing and turning. I felt like I was going to be sick. This was the first chance that she had given me all week.“I don’t want to throw our friendship away over this,” Amalia said as she looked at me.“Then there’s something else you should know before we get into everything,” I said, knowing I couldn’t keep the baby a secret.Amalia needed the whole truth before deciding whether to forgive me.As soon as our drinks were made, Amalia led the way to a booth in
“And what did you do? You hurt me anyway.” Amalia’s eyes were glassy as she glanced away from me. “I want you to end it with her.”“Then I’ll do it.”The words hurt me to say. It felt like I was ramming a knife through my chest, but my daughter was the only family I had left. I wasn’t going to alienate her. If breaking up with Gina was what it took to keep my daughter in my life, then that is what I had to do.“You’re too old for her. What the hell happens when you get even older? Will she spend the last good years of her life changing your diaper?” Tears tracked down Amalia’s cheeks. “And what about you? Are you going to spend the next few years trying to keep up with someone as young and ambitious as Gina?”As much as I hated to admit it, Amalia was making all the points that had spent the last several weeks circling through my mind. I knew that there was no way I would be able to keep up with Gina forever.That was supposed to be a problem when we got older.“Break up with her, Dad
“My dad asked me a while ago if it would be okay for him to start dating again,” Amalia said as she looked at me.A wave of panic raced through me. Does she know that I’m seeing her dad?“I think he’s ready to get out there and try again. It makes me feel better about maybe moving away from Silverlake. I didn’t want to leave him here alone, but if he’s ready to start seeing someone, maybe he won’t be as lonely as he has been.”“You’re okay with him dating again?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and hoped I didn’t look guilty.“It’s not the easiest shit I’ve ever thought about, but I know Mom would want him to move on again and be happy.”“What if you don’t like the woman he’s with?”Amalia shrugged before lifting her hands and swaying to the music. “I don’t think I get much of a choice in it. My dad isn’t the kind of man who would date a woman if he didn’t think it was serious.”I nodded. “That makes sense. He seems pretty rational.”“He is.” Amalia grinned and stopped dancing long
Mateo shook his head. “There has to be more to it than happiness. Let’s pretend that the potential career damage isn’t a factor. Have you ever thought about what your daughter will think about this?”“Don’t drag Amalia into it.”“You need to weigh all the options and stop thinking with your dick.”My hands clenched into fists as I bit back the words on the tip of my tongue.“Consider what you’re doing,” Mateo said as he stood up. “The cleaners are only here once a week. You’re lucky that they found it before someone else did.”I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow. “Do I need to worry about you?”“Me? Telling people about your little office affair? No. I may not support your actions, but you have been in a better mood since you started seeing Gina. And I like her. She’s got a backbone.”Mateo grinned and left the office, closing the door behind him. I sighed and ran my hands down my face when he was gone.Keeping my relationship with Gina a secret would be more complex than expected
“I don’t know if this is the kind of thing you can get over.”He took my jaw in his hand and tilted my face up to his. His lips are soft as his mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss.It was easy to lose myself in Brandon instead of thinking about everything else in our lives, so I did. I nipped his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine as I moved to straddle his lap.My arms drape over his shoulders, my fingers sinking into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Brandon’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his fingers setting fire to my skin as he worked his way up to my breasts.He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I rolled my hips. My back arched as his hardened cock pressed up against my core. I rolled my hips again, trying to build the friction between us and relieve some of the tension building.Brandon groaned, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as he pulled my shirt over my head. His head dipped forward, and he sucked a nipple into his
GinaOver the last two months, hiding my relationship with Brandon has been getting harder and harder. Nevertheless, we do our best to keep our relationship a secret.However, Amalia has nearly caught us a few times.I snuck out Brandon’s window more than once and ran to my car parked down the street. The next day I would have to listen to Amalia telling me about her theories on her dad’s dating life.She was sure he was seeing someone, which made me feel worse. Amalia would lose her shit if she found out that I was the mystery woman sneaking out in the middle of the night.It was getting too stressful to hide it from her, but it was too late to turn back.I’m falling for Brandon.Hell, I’ve already fallen. He had me at hello, and I’ve been enamored by him every moment since, even though it would have been better for the both of us if I wasn’t.I sighed as I leaned over the sink in my bathroom, my stomach tossing and turning.I had been holed up in my apartment for the last week, feel
BrandonAmalialeanedbackinher chair, tilting her face and closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun and the salt air. It wasn’t often that I got to see her this relaxed as she lounged by the ocean.We tried to make time to get lunch together once every couple of weeks, but with both of us having careers, it could be hard to find the time. She had her career, and I had mine.Throw sneaking around with Gina into the mix, and I had even less time than I used to spend with Amalia.“Okay,” I said after our food was delivered. “How is work going? Do you have any shows coming up?”“I’ve signed on for New York Fashion Week next year.” Amalia took a bite out of her lobster roll and shrugged. “Other than that, there’s not a whole lot going on. I’m building a new line, but some designs aren’t coming together quite right yet.”“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. New York Fashion Week is huge, though. We’ll have to have a party to celebrate. Congratulations.”“I don’t think that I want to do anything