Page 42 of War Within
“Okay. I’ll go pull it up in the house.” I slid my gun into my waistband. “Handle this.”
As I exited the room, I heard the girl’s blood curling scream right before I the loud pop of Emir’s silenced gun. Pausing for a moment, I rolled my eyes, knowing there was going to be somewhat of a mess to clean up in there the following day.
Bronx, New York
I could not remember her name, but it did not matter. I would forget her the moment I walked out of the restaurant bathroom. I had been having lunch in a small café in SOHO when the waitress started to flirt. Shortly after, I twitched my finger, summoning her to ear to my lips. I told her to meet me in the single occupant bathroom.
Now bent over the counter, gripping her hips, I plunged deep into her soaking core. Watching her reflection in the mirror, I smirked. She bit down hard on her forearm, eyes squeezed tightly as she strived to stifle her screams.
“You fuck like a little whore, and I love it.”
Her eyelids sprung open before she let go of her flesh. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me like you want to kill me.” She slammed herself backwards into me, over and over, meeting my rapid pace.
“Wow, you really like being called a whore, don't you?” A low chuckle reverberated in my chest. I grabbed her slick, black ponytail, yanking her head back to the point of almost snapping it.
“Uh huh.” She grunted, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
My business phone rang, and I froze, sliding it from my inside jacket pocket. She continued to push herself back and forth on my shaft, grinding, begging for my undivided attention.
Pronto.
We need you at the gym.
I’ll be right there.
The girl’s moans grew louder as her porcelain skin smacked against my body.
Are you fucking someone?
I said I’ll be right there.
Hanging up, I returned my phone to my pocket before backing away from the petite waitress. She let out a groan of disappointment as I fastened my pants. Spinning around she tugged at my shirt, pulling herself on her toes to kiss me. I slipped my wallet from my pocket, unfolding it, removing a one hundred dollar bill. Pinning it between my fingers, I dangled it in front of her. She backed away.
“I’m not a hooker.”
“It’s your tip.” I rolled my eyes.
She did not take the money. I pinched her shirt, tugging it back, dropping the single bill inside. Patting her on the breast, I smirked. Astonished, her mouth fell open. Lifting my finger to her chin, I coaxed it closed.
“Thanks for the great service.” With a quiet chuckle, I unlocked the bathroom and exited the restaurant with an evil grin on my face. Sliding my sunglasses on, I strutted to my car.
The gym was just a few blocks away, so it did not take me long to arrive. I swung into a parking space and marched through the front door, coming to a stop on the mat near the boxing ring. Luca and Nick were standing with our fivecapos. I removed my sunglasses, tilting my head.
“I don’t like the look of this.” I hung my glasses on my shirt then folded my arms over my chest.
Luca smiled mischievously. “Well don’t you look freshly fucked, brother.”
“You’re about to look freshly fucked up.” I glared, crossing my arms. “What’s going on?”
Nick snorted, jerking his head toward the back room. “We took someone else into custody earlier, and we believe he’s associated with whatever Gio has going on in Serbia.
“I see.” I ran my thumb back and forth on my bottom lip. “Who’s watching him?”
“Leo. He’s been questioning him, but the guy is speaking in riddles.” Luca shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder.
“So fucking done with this.” Examining our capos around the gym, I shook my head. “I know she has something to do with this bullshit.”
“Who?” Nick titled his head.
