“And how do you deal with knowing he’s a killer?”
“The people he does murder are criminals,” she tells me. “And hey, who knows why he and Victor are friends, but they are. I can’t deny that, at times, I’m fearful he won’t return to me. But I have to believe that my love for him will bring him home.”
“Always, baby girl,” Lance says from the doorway, as he eats up the distance to his wife in a few long strides and pulls her into his arms.
“Get a fucking room,” Victor complains, as he finishes his whiskey. We laugh at that, and soon, the tension that was twisting in my gut is gone. The drinks are refilled, and soon enough, we’re all seated at a beautifully set table with food steaming from the serving bowls.
The smiles that we share are genuine. The laughs are filled with happiness.
And for a moment, I feel normal.
22
Victor
The dinner went well. Lance needed my help, and I would do anything for him. I met him as a young boy, working for Arthur, and even then, I saw his potential. Now that we’re still working on opposite sides of Arthur’s rule, I know he’s the contact I need in my corner.
The Cavalieri don’t normally deal in my territory, so if something needs sorting out on this side, I’ll help. But only if Lance is the one to bring it to my attention. The shipments arriving in two days are illegal girls being brought over from Europe, and the Cavalieri need to get onto the docks that I control.
All they need are a few hours to get the girls out, and soon enough, the asshole who thinks he can encroach on my land will face the consequences. My men will stand as back up. Even though I know Arthur’s men can handle it, my team will always be on standby.
The moment we pull up to the house, I can feel the tension radiating from Sofía. I want to talk to her, to find out what she and Giuliana spoke about, but when I step out of the car, my phone rings, and I have to take the call.
Javier escorts her inside, and I answer, “What?”
“Your whore needs to be delivered, Victor.” I sigh, knowing his demands are unfounded. I should’ve taken her to him tonight, but Javier’s words sunk into my heart, deeply rooted, and I reconsidered.
“She’s claimed,” I inform him. “You want revenge on someone, come for me, asshole, because you’re not getting Sofía.” I hang up, knowing I’ve just pissed the fucker off, but he can’t have her. I’ve decided she’s mine, and tonight, I’m going to claim her.
Making my way into the house, I pass my office and head right for her bedroom. I find her pulling on a small tank top that does nothing to hide her ample tits and those pointed nipples that are hard.
I move toward her without a word. The moment I’m inches from her, I cup her cheeks in my hands and hold her head steady. “You’re mine. I’m done trying to figure this shit out,” I tell her and crash my mouth to hers.
When she doesn’t push me away, my hands trail down to the hem of the top she’s just pulled on and I tug her free of the material. Next to disappear are her sweatpants, and her panties follow.
“Sit on that bed and spread your pretty legs for me,” I tell her, as I shrug off my jacket. She obeys without hesitation, and my cock throbs. He’s ready for the party, and soon enough, I’m standing in front of her with only my boxer briefs on. She watches me as I step closer to her.
“What happened to your body?” she asks sadly, as her eyes drink in every scar I have marring my torso. The silver reminders of fights I’ve been in are just another thing I don’t want to talk about tonight.
“Not now, juguete,” I tell her. “It’s time for me to finally claim you.” It’s a promise. I shove my boxers down and fist my dick. I’m so hard, it’s as if I’m holding onto solid steel. Her eyes widen, her mouth pops open, and I smile. “On your knees, I want those lips swallowing my dick first,” I tell her.
A soft blush turns her cheeks dark, but she obeys with a smile on her face, and the moment her mouth engulfs me, I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from coming too soon. She’s perfection. Sofía works my dick, moving back and forth over the shaft, as she gags when I hit the back of her throat.
I’m tempted to fuck her harder, but I fist my hands to keep from hurting her. For the first time in a long while, I allow a woman to take control. Every flick of her tongue makes my body shudder with desire so fierce that I feel it right down to my very fucking soul.