“Tell Melony to fuck off and drop the plan she created for you. It’s amateur, and you’re better than that,” I instructed as I started to work his cock again. “Do that, and I’ll know you’re serious about me.”
His hips jutted as he tried to speed up what I was doing, but I squeezed hard, making him grunt and behave. “You’re right, Melony was needed to show I support women in power, but she’s holding me back now. I’ll deal with her and prove just how worthy I am.”
“Good boy,” I purred. “Now I have one question for you, just to see if you’re really being honest with me. I already know the answer to this, so if you lie to me, it will all be over, and you don’t get to come. So choose your answer wisely.”
“I’ll answer anything.”
“Did Harvey O’Hagan pay off everyone involved in the burial ground issue with the toxic land we’ve been trying to get rezoned?” I inquired as I let my other hand slip between his ass cheeks to prod at his asshole.
I didn’t know if he was a pitcher or a catcher by the way he was acting, but I’d bet money he took it hard and fast in the ass. Wilson started to moan louder as my finger slipped in deeper, and I started stroking that special spot.
“Tell me, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll be dreaming about me for weeks,” I urged as I slowed my hand and finger.
“Yes,” Wilson gasped, bending forward to rest his hands on the wall. “Harvey thought it was best if we didn’t let people know we allowed native land to become a toxic waste dump. He’s been the biggest help with keeping matters amicable between the Kocabe and us. I didn’t know how to stop it from coming out, and he told me he’d deal with it. Now please, please let me come,” Wilson begged.
I kissed his cheek and shoved in a second finger, thrusting them hard against his happy place as I wrung his cock, making him come so hard his cum splattered on the wall in front of us. Just as the mayor sagged in my arms, the bathroom door burst open, and Boykov was standing there looking ready to murder someone. Apparently, the mayor had been smart enough to lock the door when he entered.
“Oh good, perfect timing, we just finished,” I committed as I pulled my fingers out of his ass. “I just need to wash up a little, and you make sure no one disturbs us while the mayor pulls himself together?”
Boykov looked at me with a raised brow but nodded. “Yes, Lady Astin. Seems today is going to be an interesting one, after all.”
“That it certainly is,” I agreed and headed off to wash my hands with bleach, lots of bleach.
After scrubbing my hands five times over, I looked at my shirt, trying to decide what to do with it. All the buttons on the top half had been busted off. Sighing, I slipped off my jacket, removed the shirt altogether, and put the jacket back on, buttoning it up. It showed off way more than I wanted it to and also gave me no chance to hide what happened in the bathroom. Fuck it, I’d just call Braxton and tell him to bring me a shirt when we met up at the club.
Chucking the shirt in the garbage, I exited the bathroom and went back into the sitting room to find Boykov waiting for me. “He returned to the meeting,” he informed me.
“Lovely,” I muttered.
“It’s none of my business, but I might suggest you call Ryker back. He’s the one who reached out to me saying you might need my assistance,” Boykov urged, handing me my phone he must have picked up from the floor.
Groaning, I took it and called the one man back who would lose his mind over what I just did to get what I wanted. When Ryker was around me growing up, he was always overprotective even though he knew I didn’t need any protection with all my training. That, and Ryker loved to make it clear he was mine, and anyone who wanted to make advances on me had to deal with him. That got so much worse after we slept together, but then he left two weeks later.
“Are you really calling me this time, or will you continue the torture of making me listen to some man having his way with you?” Ryker asked bitterly.
“I’ll have you know that wasn’t my intention when I made the call,” I pointed out. “The reason I was calling you is that the mayor wanted to use the money we gave him to beef up security on the ports and crack down on drugs. Forgive me for thinking you might have an idea on how to resolve that problem.”
“Sounds to me like you figured it out all on your own,” he snapped back.
“Goddammit, Ryker, you need to get a handle on this whole caveman routine. It’s getting old. I’ll have you know that man got nothing from me other than two fingers up his ass. While I have zero issue using what my daddy gave me, I’m not going to make myself cheap either,” I countered, feeling my blood pressure rise in the way only Ryker could cause. “Look, I have no idea if what I did worked or not. What I did get out of him was confirmation that Harvey is indeed behind keeping the burial ground a secret from everyone. Tell me that wasn’t important?”
“You know it was, Astin, and you’ll use it as proof that what you did was just fine. I thought you wanted to be respected in this world, not play into stereotypes of women in the mafia,” Ryker snarled.
My jaw dropped at his words. “The fuck did you say to me?”
There was silence on the other end of the line telling me he just realized how badly he fucked up. “Astin.”
“Oh no, sorry, buddy, but you don’t get to just say shit like that and apologize right after. I have an incredibly important meeting to go back to now. I’ll deal withyoulater,” I warned, hanging up on him before he could say another asinine word.
Balling my hands, I let out a frustrated scream, making Boykov flinch before I brushed my hair out of my face and shook it all off. With a few more deep breaths, I was back in control and sent a text to Braxton to grab me a shirt that would go with burnt orange knowing he, of all my lieutenants, would be able to manage that task perfectly fine.
I looked over at Boykov. “Do you have a woman in your life?” I asked.
“No, Lady Astin, for a man in my job, the most important person for me has to be who I’m protecting. It’s hard to take a bullet for someone when you know you have someone waiting at home,” he answered.
Nodding, I patted him on the arm. “You’re a good man, Ralph, don’t ever change. It’s nice to know I have someone like you to watch my back who doesn’t see me as a conquest or something to control.”
“It’s day four, give yourself a break. All of this is as new for them as it is for you,” Boykov reminded me. “Just keep being you, and they will see how fully committed and capable you are to running the Caprioni Family. If that doesn’t do it, then I’ll hold them down while you have a nice chat with them.”