“Peter Atwood. Does that name ring a bell?”
“Who?” He even has the audacity to play dumb.
Fighting to keep the hatred and annoyance from showing, I school my face to remain neutral. Not one tick in my jaw, not one quirk of an eyebrow, I must remain calm. I can’t give my position away or he’ll never tell when what his relationship with my father was.
“Drop the dumb act, I know you know him.” My voice drips with so much hatred I barely recognize myself. Despite my little personal pep talk. I apparently am not able to hold back my rage when faced with the potential perpetrator leading my parents’ demise.
Dante “Let go of me, Dante.” Seething, I grip her wrist tighter. She shouldn’t even be here. She shouldn’t even be within breathing distance of that scum, Guerrero. “Where are we even going?” Where are we going? Even I have no clue. The only thought occupying my mind is that I have to get her away from there. Away from that prison. Away from the stench of blood and violence.
Dante “Fuck, baby.” Jean hasn’t even taken me in her mouth and yet I’m damn near coming already. Just by the way she’s caressing my dick. Damn, did I just say caressing? Jean’s tongue has got me writing poetry and she’s barely even touched me. Jean giggles, and oh what a sight she is, on her knees for me, my thick throbbing cock covering half her face as she rubs against it. “Baby?” she asks and for a brief second, I thought she’d call this off. But Jean licks a wet stripe along the base of my dick up to the tip, flicking her tongue and collecting the precum leaking t
Dante wastes no time pounding into me with practiced skill. His dick curved at just the right angle hitting my sweet spot again and again. “No, please! I’m gonna cum!” I scream feeling the orgasm building in me, threatening to explode at any moment. But Dante’s deaf to my pleas, only driving his cock harder and faster into my cunt. “Come, then. Come around my cock, sweetheart.” It’s as if Dante has full command of my body because one last thrust from him sends me over the edge with a loud moan muffled by the sheets. I’m a drooling, crying mess as I let my release roll over me.
I don’t know what’s more pleasing, waking up pleasantly sore all over, or finding out Dante didn’t wake and leave early like how he usually does. Carefully, without jostling too much, I reach over to find my phone on the nightstand. “Holy shit,” I curse barely above a whisper, afraid that Dante might wake up. My heart goes into overdrive, Gavin has responded to my email. ‘Good day, Miss Atwood. Yes, I did work with your father long ago. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay in touch. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.’ That’s it? He didn’t even answer
“Calm down, easy now, Jean,” I whisper to myself, thumbing the napkin neatly placed on top of the table. Every second I spend in my head thinking this whole thing over triples my anxiety levels. I can’t believe I’m this nervous to meet someone, but this someone could potentially clear the mystery surrounding my family, and I feel like that justifies my nerves being all over the place. Looking over my shoulder, I meet Adeline’s eyes. She gives me a reassuring nod and then takes a sip of her coffee. I’m grateful she’s in the cafe with me. At least I have her for moral support. I think we blend in pretty well with this dainty coffee shop at the edge o
“Ah, here it is.” As soon as I got home, I scoured every ledger and note that I could find that could even be remotely associated with the island my father bought. Carefully, I take pictures of each note and compile them into one file, before forwarding them to Gavin. His reply is almost instant. ‘Got this. Thanks, let me do some digging first. I’ll get back to you soon.’ ‘Thank you, and be safe.’ For the first time in a
“How fucking dare you!” Those are the last words I hear before the fear starts to consume me as Richard, the Dick, lunges for me. Sure, Adeline and I have been training to defeat opponents bigger than me, but we’ve never put it into practice. I raise my hands to my face in a defensive position, knowing I’m going to lose, but at least I won’t lose by surrendering, not with all these people watching. I wait for the blows to come. But they never do. Before Dick could even touch me, two of Dante’s soldiers, one of them being Pat—I never knew he’d been here—an
“Forgive yourself?” I’ve been repeating that throughout the night and throughout the day, but I still can’t shake the disgust pooling in the pit of my stomach. Not feeling any remorse for shooting an unarmed man, maybe I am a bully, or maybe the mafia life is rubbing off on me. Regardless, I need to file this away. I need to focus. ~~~ “So did you find anything?” I ask Gavin the moment he picked up my call. “Uh, hello to you too.”