“Fuck me like you mean it,” I gasp, leaning up and biting his shoulder. He lets me bite as hard as I can, and I taste his blood between my teeth. He pulls out quickly, his cock still hard, and he stands looking down at me. “Mean what?” he asks, anger evident in his face.
I wonder how many times he’s come.
I was almost at two, but I know he can make me come again. Even at the end when I feel exhausted and don’t want to move, it’s worth every second.
“Fuck you like I mean it. Like I mean what?” he bites out again.
I kick off my shoes and stand. Walking to the still running shower, I wash between my legs, not answering him until I’m clean and get out, putting the towel around myself and glaring at him.
“I’m ready to go,” I state, reaching for new clothes, because he clearly has destroyed the ones on the floor.
“Fucking answer me, Sailor.”
I spin around fast. “I am not one of your men you can simply command,” I yell at him. “Now, take me fucking home.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“I don’t think I heard you correctly. What did you say?”
“That you ain’t going home.”
“See, I thought you said that. But I figured I had heard you wrong. Because you couldn’t be that dumb,” I bark. He’s naked and walks past me to his closet and he grabs some clothes to slowly dress.
“Now, tell me what you meant,” he says as he pulls his shirt on.
“Tell me I can go home today.”
“What. Did. You. Mean?” he barks again.
“Tell me I can go,” I demand.
He steps up to me, coming nose-to-nose. “You can go.”
Taking a deep breath, I look him in the eyes. “You fuck me because I’m the first person who’s held your interest long enough. You fuck me because you are trying to get me out of your system. You don’t fuck me because you mean it, you fuck me for your convenience,” I seethe.
He throws his head back and laughs—full-on laughter—then he shakes his head, standing tall. “You are delusional, lollipop, because the only person who I have ever, and I do mean ever, wanted is you. And I’m not just saying that. You may think you can run away again, but believe me…” he moves in closer, “… I will find you. I will always find you.” He walks out of the room and slams the door shut behind him.
I take a deep breath as Joey comes in with Wren. She has hold of his shirt in a death grip.
“What did you do to piss off the boss?” he asks.
“I told him his truth.”
Joey laughs and shakes his head. “The only truth he wants to hear is that you will stay… with him.”
I take Wren from him. “Sometimes, we don’t get what we want.”
“Clearly, you don’t know Keir, then. One way or another, he always gets what he wants.” He turns and leaves.
“Joey,” I call out. He looks back at me. “Where did you guys go? Whose blood was on him?”
“Romarc’s, of course. He has Paige.”
My mouth drops open. “He killed him because he has Paige?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, he killed him because he spoke to you.” Then he’s gone, pulling the door shut on his way out.
No. No way. He did not kill someone just because they spoke to me. That is not possible. Who would even think of doing something like that? He should be more upset that the man has his fiancée.
If she actually is that any longer. Who damn well knows?
I mean, I don’t even know what we are.
Yet, here I am, still fucking him and bending to his will whenever he snaps his fingers.
Stupid! That’s what I am.
Stupid!
Picking up my bags, I walk to the door, and look back at what was.
This is the place of so many ups and downs, and I’m not sure I ever want to come back here.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Keir
Sailor keeps to herself the whole way home. When we arrive at her apartment, my mother is there, arms open and ready for Wren.
Sailor hands Wren to her then looks back at me. “Fuck off,” she says and proceeds to slam the building door in my face. My mother’s shocked eyes fall on her, then she smiles, gives me a small wave, and walks up into the building with my baby in her arms and my woman by her side.
Yes, my fucking woman.
I’d burn the world down for her in a heartbeat.
It’s time we paid an old friend a visit. I didn’t know where she lived, but it wasn’t hard to track down Romarc’s address. I wonder if she even knows her husband is dead. I will be glad to tell her. I guess I was using that woman as much as she was using me.
“You plan to break the contract,” Joey states from beside me. Francis is driving, and Roberto sits in the front with him.
“I do,” I reply. “I’ll tell the families, and if anyone has a problem, they can go through me.”
“It’s been the same way for generations. Are you sure this is smart?”
“Most don’t have a say anymore. I made sure of that. I run this organization, and those who would dare go against me, know what I will do.” I turn to face Joey. “Would you go against me?”
Instantly, he shakes his head. “I agree, old laws are meant to be broken.” He nods.
“Some aren’t,” Roberto chimes in from the front.
“And why is that?” I ask him.
“They’ve kept us going for this long. We’ve stayed on top, had allies because of who we are and our traditions. And it’s not just here you have to think about. What about the families in Italy? Do you think they will be okay with you breaking contracts that were made generations before you were even born?”
“Are you saying you wouldn’t stick by me?” I ask. My hand is on my knee, gripping, waiting for him to answer.
He catches my eye in the rearview mirror. “I have your back. But I am saying retaliation should be expected.”
“By whom?” He shakes his head. “Paige called it off, so if any retaliation should come, it should be aimed squarely at her.”
“She is pregnant with your child,” Roberto says through gritted teeth. “Do you really not care now that you have that other piece of ass?”
I lean forward. “I’d watch what you say about her.”
“I’m sorry.” He huffs. “All I’m saying is… the deal was made.”
“Some deals are meant to be broken.” I shrug.
And it’s true, they are.
We are a family of thieves and money launderers, amongst other things. The men back home in Italy were a large part of it. And, surely, if I went back, I would have to deal with a whole new set of people. But I’m not planning on going back there. This is my home. This is what I was raised to do. I know this country better than they do. I make them money from here. They don’t just want to come here because it’s the land of the free. My father built his empire here, and his father before him. But I have made it better, cleaner, more efficient, and fewer of my men are caught. Thrown away. None of them could do what I do. They need me more than I need any of them.