Page 63 of War Within
“Is this you just you being protective of your older brother as usual?”
“I don't know.” Sitting back, I lifted my shoulders. “No. I have just had this gut feeling about her since I met her. I’ve spent years looking into her. Someone is covering her ass. I know it.”
“How did you meet her?” He took a swig of his whiskey.
“She's Gio's assistant but they're something more now. I don't know if she's into some illegal activity or she's just hoeing around, seeing other guys.”
He chuckled. “Well, if they're not together she's allowed to, right?”
“Watch it, Jack Mason.” I scoffed. “No one fucks around on Gio, regardless.” Pulling my suit jacket open, I flashed my gun. “I hired you. Remember that.” Closing my jacket, I buttoned it.
He held his palms up. “Alright, alright.”
“My gut is never wrong.” I looked around, rotating my glass. “Like I said, I don't have time to continue to dig.”
“I understand.” He nodded, propping his elbows on the table.
“You're a P.I. so investigate the ever living shit out of her.” Clenching my jaw, I gnawed the inside of my bottom lip.
“I will do my best.” He nodded once, tucking the paper in his pocket.
“She's in Hawaii right now.”
“And your brothers?”
“Luca’s playing poker upstairs. Giovanni’s in Serbia on business.”
“Good.” He smiled. “I need Giovanni far away while I do this.”
“If he finds out and gets pissed, I got your back don't worry. I'll do anything to protect him.”
“I wish I had a brother like you.” he chuckled.
“I'm a bit psycho.” I smirked. “I wouldn't wish me on anyone.”
We stood, shaking hands before he disappeared into the crowd with his handler. I made eye contact with my men, confirming with a small nod I was okay. They went back to blending in with the crowd.
The girls, noticing I was finished with the meeting sashayed over. Leaning forward, I twisted my cigar in the ashtray, extinguishing it. Placing my arm around one of the women, and locking fingers with the other, I led them to the elevator.
The doors closed. Instantly, I took turns pulling each of them to my lips, dominating their tongues one at a time. Glancing up at the camera, my signature devilish grin emerged on my face, forcing one of the ladies to her knees. I hoped whoever was watching the security feed would enjoy the show, because I gave zero fucks.
She unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out, immediately engulfing it. Grabbing the top of her friend’s shirt, I yanked it open, revealing no bra and two, incredibly perky breasts. Cupping one in my palm, I took her nipple between my teeth, squeezing the other. She gasped, letting out a loud moan. Reaching under her skirt, I smirked against her flesh discovering she was not wearing any panties. Without warning, I plunged two fingers deep into her tunnel. There was no doubt in my mind she had been dripping wet all night. She panted as I finger fucked her until the elevator dinged.
The doors opened to the penthouse. I tucked myself away then zipped my pants. The exposed girl did not bother to correct her top. Grabbing both their hands, I led them through the open, two-story living room, where Luca was playing poker with several others. They paused, all staring as we sauntered past. Smirking, I pulled one of the girl’s hands to my lips.
Luca shook his head, chuckling. “Emil.”
Kissing the women on the cheek, I patted them both on the ass. “I’ll be right in there.”
They entered the bedroom, and I closed the door. Striding over to the table, I slid my hands in my pockets. “What’s up?”
“I think we have a problem.” He glanced up, grinning, sliding his rosary from his shirt before lowering his eyes on the cross resting in his palm.
Fuck. “What’s going on?”
Suddenly, he shifted his gaze, concentrating on the unidentified gentleman sitting directly across the table from him. The others, knowing the symbolism of Luca’s ritual, jumped up from their seats, backing away with haste. Luca, leaning back in his chair, laughed darkly.
Reversing several steps, I removed my jacket, tossing it over the arm of a loveseat. Unbuttoning a cuff, I rolled my sleeve to my elbow, then repeated with the other. Narrowing my gaze on the stranger, I waited for him to be stupid, making the first move; or any move at all.
