Athena
“Are you sure about that?” Frederick asked and I hummed.
“Definitely. They were responsible for the shoot-out. And the attack that was made on me. I’m certain they have a tiff with Luciano.”
Frederick sighed. “That doesn’t mean they have incriminating evidence on him.”
“If they don’t have it,” I muttered. “They’ll get it soon. We need to reach them at the right time or all this shit would go to waste. From the patterns I’ve picked up, from their attacks in Las Vegas, to the ones here, they have a smart leader, but one who makes brash decisions under impulse. If we can find him and strike a deal with him-”
“Don’t be absurd Athena. Strike a deal with a gangster? He’d most likely hack off our heads. ” Frederick cautioned.
“Not if we hack him off first. Whatever evidence he gives us will incriminate him as well. That way we can get rid of two menaces to society and move on to the next,” I explained.
The landline on my desk buzzed and I paused my call with Frederick to pick it up.
“Raven, I’ll need the files on the Richmond Investment.” Luciano’s voice filtered through the receiver.
“Yes Mr, Moretti,” i. replied promptly and cut the call.
“I have to go now, Frederick. Please find all you can on the Castello. As soon as possible.”
“Will try Kiddo, I’ll try. Stay safe.”
Taking a deep breath before rising to my feet, I slid a blank look on my face and walked out of my office with the file he requested.
Luciano sat behind his desk, dressed in his usual black suit, dark eyes watching my every move like a hawk. There was a subtle tinge of softness to the way he looked at me today and my hands itched to slap the look off his face. How dare he present himself like some fucking Angel of light when he was the devil himself?!
“Here it is Mr Moretti,” I announced, holding out the file to him.
Disappointment scrawled all over his face and I could almost swear that he pouted.
“Thank you,” he grumbled, retrieving the file from my hands. I turned on my heels swiftly, ready to leave when he spoke again. “Is something wrong Raven?”
“No, nothing is,” I replied.
“Look at me when we’re talking. I hate it when you turn your back on me.” He muttered and reluctantly, I turned to face him, a bored look on my face. “Something is wrong.”
“Nothing is!” I snapped, feeling irritated. He was getting on my nerves!
“You called me Mr. Moretti. Hell, you’ve called me that for the past week. Feels like I’m getting punished or some shit like that.” He grunted, rising to his feet. “Sometimes I get the feeling that you’ve been avoiding me.”
I rolled my eyes at his words and heard him growl. “You’re the one who kicked me out of your room. I took it as my cue that you were done with me.”
That was a huge ass lie. The only reason I had stayed away was because I felt sick with myself. Sick that despite the murders that happened each day, despite what I had seen him do, my body still craved for him.
“I never said I was done with you!” He bellowed, then dragged a hand down his hair to calm himself down. “Fuck woman, if I was done with you, you would know!”
I shrugged. “I guess I do not want to stick around and find out.”
I heard him growl again and swallow. He left his chair then, walked around his desk until he stood before me.
“You want to leave,” he stated, an accusatory look in his eyes.
“Yes,” I replied in a cold voice. “I want to leave. I feel like I’m being held hostage in your home.”
His eyes narrowed. He cradled my jaw with his hands so he could look down into my eyes. “Why would you think that? Have I ever starved you or tortured you?”
“It’s not that. I just want to move to my home back-”
“Your home is with me!” He roared, snaking a hand around my waist until I was pulled flush against him. The nerve of this man!
“Stop being ridiculous!” I gritted. “I have a home. A fucking home, I would like to go back. Thank you for taking care of me and all, but I am tired of staying with you!”
“You don’t mean that!” He snapped. “You don’t fucking mean that! I am doing this for your protection, Raven!”
Liar! I wanted to scream. He was doing this to keep me close. I wasn’t an idiot! Why the hell were there men tailing my every move? For protection? He ought to find someone else who was gullible enough to believe his lies.
“I don’t need your protection!” I fumed.
“I don’t care,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll give it to you anyways. I always protect what is mine.”
“Why do you keep saying that?! I am not yours! I do not belong to you! I am my own person and I will leave your house if I so wish it-” The words had barely left my mouth when he pressed his mouth against mine in a wild, hungry fashion.
And oh I was such a fucking whore.
All it had taken was a direct command from him and I was putty in his hands like a damned marshmallow.
“Open up, Cara,” he murmured soothingly, pressing his tongue against the seam of my lips. They parted to let him in and a long moan slipped out from low in my throat as his tongue tangled with mine.
Fuck, I had missed this.
Eager to feel his body, My hands wrapped around him and I sighed at the feel of every hard ridge and bump pressed up against me. His hands reached into my hair, loosening the stands from the ponytail.
“I fucking hate that ponytail,” he whispered between kisses. “I like seeing your hair spilled all over you.”
“Really?” I was unable to come up with anything else to say. He yanked a handful, drawing my head back and leaving my neck exposed to his ministrations. His mouth and tongue artfully caressed the slope of my neck, sucking and teasing at the soft skin. The feeling of his wet hot mouth on my skin drove my knees weak and I groaned, holding on to him for stability.
“See Raven,” he murmured, his other hand reaching behind me to grab my ass. “You belong to me. Mine. No man,” a loud smack on my ass sent my thighs dripping wet, and my lips parted in a moan. “Will make you feel like this, except me. Got it?”
I held my tongue. Admitting to what he said sounded like a rather sad and shameful thing to do. I really didn’t want to. Luciano however was relentless, his hands descended on my ass again, the sharp impact seeping through the skirt I wore. His hand still held my hair and I knew he was watching my facial expressions. My tongue darted out to lick my lips.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted, seductively.
His eyes darkened and my belly fluttered in need. I knew what was coming and fuck me, I wanted it so bad.
“You naughty little minx,” he said under his breath and let go of my hair. Pushing me against his desk so that my ass hung in the air.
In a swift movement, my skirt was hiked up exposing my barely covered butt. A thong didn’t exactly count as a covering, did it? I heard Luciano groan as if helpless and then he landed a smack on my cheeks.
“Ohhh fuck,” I cried, wiggling as I tried to endure the intoxicating pain. I was so aroused, I could feel myself throbbing with need. With each spank he delivered, I got wetter.
“Look at that Cara,” he teased. “You’re so fucking responsive. I could spank you all day.”
Yes please, I wanted to say. My body was on fire. A fire that he had stoked. A fire that only he could quench. His rough hands caressed my stinging cheeks, slowly moving towards my core and just when he was about to give me exactly what I needed, a knock sounded on the door.
As if burned, we sprang apart from each other, hurriedly adjusting our appearance.
“Who the fuck is there?!” Luciano growled, evidently frustrated. I glanced down to see a bulge in his pants and stifled a laugh at the annoyed look on his face.
At least I wasn’t the one who had it bad. That was a relief.
The door creaked open and a man dressed in a similar suit to Luciano stepped in. Behind him was a short curvy woman with long black hair and copper-brown eyes. She was gorgeous and there was a wide smile on her face.
At least until she saw me. As if smacked in the face, the smile died replaced with a cold expression that almost made me shiver.
Who the fuck were these two?