Pop! Pop!
Talia screams, pressing her back against the wall. I jerk my head over to my brother, fury rising up inside me.
“What the hell, Aris?” I bark out. “I wasn’t done interrogating them!”
Aris’s chest heaves and his eyes are wild. “They tried to kill Father. Kostas, they tried to kill our dad.” His eyes glisten with tears.
Weak.
Always so fucking weak.
“Find out who they are and who sent them,” I snap at him. “And next time you interfere with one of my interrogations, it’ll be your last.”
He winces at my words. “Shit, man. I’m sorry. I was just so angry.”
“Make sure this gets cleaned up,” I hiss as I storm past him to Talia. I grab her hand with my blood-soaked one and haul her upstairs. We barely make it out of the groundskeeper’s house before she mauls me.
Her lips crush to mine in a breath-stealing kiss. I grab her ass and lift her, carrying her to my car. Pressing her ass to the door, I deepen our kiss, my hands roaming all over her.
“Kostas,” she pleads. “I need you.”
And right now, I’d love nothing more than to rip her shorts down her tanned thighs, flip her around, and fuck her hard against the side of my Maserati.
But there are cameras and men stationed nearby and I don’t fucking share.
I grind my hips against her, loving the sound of her whimper. Trailing kisses from her mouth along her jaw, I find her ear and bite hard enough on her earlobe she moans.
“I’m going to fuck you, zoí mou, and soon.”
She squirms in my arms, her nails digging into my shoulders. My fingers bite into her ass as I rub against her until her breathing becomes shallow and ragged.
“That’s it,” I croon. “Come like a good girl and get it out of your system.”
Her head tilts back as she lets go. I latch onto her sweaty flesh and suck hard. She convulses with an orgasm simply from being dry humped. I can only imagine how she’ll explode when I’m deep inside her needy cunt. As soon as she comes down from her high, I bite her neck hard enough to leave a bruise. On the same spot I just flayed a man. My girl is brave because she slides her fingers into my hair and holds me to her, unafraid. I smile at her growing trust in me before pressing a soft kiss to the bite mark.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I owe you a nice dinner.”
Talia
I wake to find Kostas’s side of our bed empty, and I scramble up, needing to find him. Not wanting to be alone. It’s been three days since I was nearly stolen from our back patio and I’m still shaken by the events. Before that day, I never so much as touched a gun, let alone shot one. But that day I not only shot one, but almost killed my husband, who up until recently, I wouldn’t have minded being shot. But now, well, things are changing at such a rapid speed, I feel as if my head is spinning and my heart is being pulled in a million directions. When I saw the way Kostas killed the man who tried to take me, two things became clear: Kostas would do everything in his power to keep me safe, and if you fuck him over, he won’t hesitate to end your life. I also learned a couple things about Aris down in that cellar: he won’t hesitate to shoot, either, and he’s a loose cannon. A piece of information I would be stupid to ignore.
“Kostas!” I call out, my heart pumping against my ribcage. For the last few days, since I was almost taken, I haven’t allowed Kostas to leave my sight, and surprisingly, he’s been extremely patient about it, allowing me to stick to his side without making me feel as though I’m a burden. While he’s had his father brought home from the hospital and hired a couple of nurses to care for him while he recovers, I’ve helped him plan his mother’s funeral.
Which is today.
“Kostas!” I call out again, climbing out of bed to find him. He wouldn’t have left without me, right? When I hear his commanding tone through the walls, I take a breath of relief, knowing he’s here. I round the corner and find him standing in his home office, already dressed in his black suit. I swear the man practically lives in suits. Not that I’m complaining. He looks hot as hell in them.
When he sees me approach, he tilts his chin down, indicating for me to join him, without stopping his conversation. When I get over to his desk, where he’s sitting, he pats the top of the oak desk, silently telling me to hop on, so I do. Coyly, I spread my legs wide, placing one foot on each arm of his chair, giving him a full view between my legs. Kostas smirks, knowing exactly what I’m up to. I swear the man has the patience and restraint of a saint. If it weren’t for the way he’s constantly touching and kissing me, I would have quite the complex by now.
“I will speak to my father and let you know,” he tells whoever he’s talking to. “Today isn’t the day to discuss it.” His hands run up my bare thighs and under my silky pajama short bottoms, near where I want him, without actually touching me there. When I scoot closer, trying to trick his hands into touching me, he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. “Very well. I will see you in a couple hours.”
He hangs up and sets his phone down, giving me his undivided attention.
“I got worried when I didn’t see you in bed.” The corners of my mouth turn down into a frown.
“I’ll never be far from you, zoí mou.” He leans in and captures my mouth with his own. When my arms wrap around his neck, and I pull him closer to me, he breathes out a laugh and backs up. “Not now, moró mou. We need to leave soon for the funeral.” When my lips purse together in displeasure, he lifts me off the desk and swats my ass. “Go get ready. Now.”
Stepping into the limo that’s going to take us to the church and cemetery, where the funeral is being held, I’m momentarily taken aback when I see Aris is already in the limo waiting. I should’ve expected him to be here, but I’ve made it a point to think about the man as little as possible.
“Talia,” Aris says with a wicked smirk. The same smirk I once thought was playful. How could I have been so stupid to believe he was a good guy? A man I could consider a friend?
“Aris,” I say dryly, scooting to the other side of the seat.
Kostas slides in next to me and pulls me into his side. The ride there is silent. Kostas is on his phone doing business, and I’m checking out my social media accounts in an attempt to avoid Aris, but to also get caught up with my friends. As I’m scrolling through my newsfeed, I spot a picture of Alex with his arm around a pretty woman. He’s grinning from ear-to-ear, and while I should be upset or jealous, I find myself smiling, happy he’s having a good time in Chicago.
“Who’s that?” Kostas’s demanding voice asks. I jump in shock, my phone falling into my lap. I didn’t realize he was paying any attention to what I’m doing. “Who. Is. That?” he asks again, his tone telling me he’s about three seconds from losing his shit.
“Alex,” I admit. “He’s still on my social media.”
“Do you still talk to him?” he asks, taking the phone from my lap and clicking on the picture.
“No, I haven’t talked to anyone except my mom,” I tell him, flinching slightly when I mention her. The last thing I want is for her to be on his radar.