“No use in getting all worked up over it now. She’s already checking in. I’ll follow her to her room and make sure nothing happens while Cohen checks us in. Noah, park the car where it won’t be seen and then grab our bags so we can shower and change while we can. Only grab the bare minimum since we don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
I see Alessandra walking out of the main building with her duffle slung over her shoulder as she heads toward a dark path leading to the cottages. I tip my head to the guys and then follow behind her in the shadows, trusting the guys to handle the rest. She’s got a confident and strong gait as she looks around, checking for her cottage number. Completely unaffected that she’s walking through a dark forest full of god knows what with minimal lighting on an old busted pathway.
A young-ish looking guy comes out of one of the small lodges with an ice bucket, I see the moment he sees her and take note of his interest. The very second he takes notice, a heat burns through his eyes as he rakes his gaze all over her. He’s really gonna make a move out here in the middle of the night like a predator. I watch as he pretends to trip and falls into her space. She’s a clever girl though, and side steps him.
“Hey, you good? You might want to watch where you’re going there bro. You wouldn’t want to be falling on your ass and making a fool of yourself or anything.” She tells him with an extra hint of sass.
“Oh shit, you got attitude, huh? I like that. Do you by chance have a band-aid though? It seems I cut myself, falling for you.” He says, grinning.
This sleezeball obviously finds himself to be quite the charmer. Who in the actual fuck says cheesy shit like that in real life? I’ll kill him with my bare fucking hands.
“Was that really the best you got? That was honest-to-buddha embarrassing. Nah, and I’m not interested in whatever you had playing out in your head. Good luck with your shit pick-up lines next time. Night, man.” She turns to walk away but this motherfucker just doesn’t know when to stop. He grabs her arm and tries to forcefully pull her into him.
“Hey, wait-”
I’m about to give myself away and kill this stupid fucker when my girl flips him over her and onto his back. She throws her boot into his neck, effectively cutting off his airway.
“I don’t know how your mama raised you but it would appear that you ain’t got shit for manners. Let me give you a little life lesson. Keep your fucking hands to yourself, dickhead.” She says and then walks off.
The guy is still laying on the ground when I approach him, as I watch my sexy as fuck woman find her cottage and let herself into her room. I’m as pissed off as I am turned on and this poor unfortunate fuck is about to feel my wrath, both for touching my woman and because I can’t touch her myself.
I kick him hard enough to knock him out and then drag him back to his room. I see my boys while I’m searching the fuck heads pocket for the key. Whistling to get their attention, I get them to come over without attracting anyone else’s notice. Thank god it’s late and we’re in the middle of nowhere.
“This piece of shit decided to take it upon himself to make a grab for our girl. He put his hands on her and tried to force himself on her.”
“Oh shit, and he’s still alive? Let’s fix that.” Noah jokes.. sort of.
“I bet she didn’t take too kindly to that.” Cohen states, already knowing she handles her own shit just fine.
“No, she handled it. I’d just like to finish it. No one touches what’s ours.” I glare at the trash slumped at my feet.
“Well, there aren’t any cameras out here so we’ve got free reign to do as we please. This place really is a killer’s paradise.” Noah says casually, but I notice the gleam in his eye that tells me we’re about to see the side of him he keeps on a leash.
“Let’s string him up. Maybe we don’t need to kill him but we can for sure make him wish he was dead.” Cohen smirks.
And so our darkness comes out to play.
* * *
I watchthe last of the blood run in slow streams off of my body and swirl down the drain as I start to wash my hair. I don’t feel like we did enough to punish that guy. Cohen is calculating as all fuck and Noah is lethal when the situation calls for it, but they usually try not to kill anyone without just cause. Me? Well, I have less of a conscience and would’ve been fine ripping that guy apart with my bare hands because he touched my woman. I mean, who knows how many girls he’s assaulted before. He clearly didn’t have a problem grabbing a perfect stranger in the dead of the night with no one else around to help her, had she needed it.
I’m more devil than angel but even I don’t go around blatantly disrespecting women. The ones from my past all knew the score. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Alessandra. Commitment has never actually crossed my mind. Even with my future mapped out for me, there was never the thought that I’d settle down and have a family someday. At some point I imagined I’d be just staying an eternal bachelor because who in their right mind would want to raise kids in a life like this? I’d never want this for my own children. Plus, pussy has never been hard to get and I’ve never met anyone that grabbed my attention long enough to think about keeping around. Not until Alessandra.
With my girl on my mind, I can envision the perfect life together. Even if we live the lifestyle of mob bosses, I can see it all. Alessandra with a swollen belly, and a handful of children that look a mix between her and myself, Noah and Cohen. Us living in a large compound to accommodate everyone. All of us growing old together, living life to the fullest. Our lives full of more laughter, love, and endless happiness than anyone could ever imagine. With my girl on my brain all my blood goes rushing straight to my dick. It’s not unusual, with her at the constant forefront of my mind, I swear I’ve got a perpetual hard on.
Grabbing my shaft, I stroke myself from base to tip using the soap to glide easily over my head. With a firm grip I stroke myself harder, faster, imagining it’s my beautiful queen on her knees in front of me sucking me deep into her throat like she does. I see her big beautiful cerulean eyes staring up at me in my mind and the thought has my knees about to buckle.
Using my other hand I have to hold myself up against the shower wall. Imagining filling her with my seed and ensuring she can’t ever leave me again has me blowing my load so forcefully it shoots halfway across the shower stall. As I start to soften, I realize that I’m not going to last much longer waiting for Alessandra to get her shit together. I need her like I need my next breath. I fucking hate this.
Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out to the common room of the cabin. The boys have been watching Alessandra’s cottage closely but they’d have alerted me if there had been any movement. Knowing her, she probably showered and then passed the fuck out. Our girl is a hard sleeper these days. She told me once that she used to barely sleep. She never felt safe enough to sleep without one eye open and when she could fall asleep, she was constantly plagued with nightmares. But it seems, with any night she was wrapped up in our arms, she slept like a rock. Hard and peaceful.
Watching her sleep has always made me feel like a fucking creep, but the guys and I can’t seem to help it sometimes. I catch them doing it just as much as I do. She’s just so damn beautiful and peaceful, like it’s the only time she doesn’t carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. One day, she’ll let us help.
“Who wants to sleep in the first shift?” I ask.
“You two get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on our feisty girl.” Noah says, looking to a yawning Cohen.
“I’m beat so I won’t argue with you. I’m gonna take a quick shower first though.” He says.