9. Cyrus—Age 30

Chapter 9

Cyrus—Age 30

Present Day

We’ve been sitting at the table for hours, listening to Lev’s plans.

Apparently, the fucker took Mona from her school and locked her up downstairs for weeks. I do some out-of-pocket shit, but I don’t fuck with my own. Well, unless they want some, then I deliver every single time. I sure as fuck wouldn’t do anything to Mona. She’s family. You don’t fuck with family. Unless it’s your biological one who created your mentally unbalanced personality. Those fuckers you let burn in your childhood home as you watch with glee from the front yard. The same yard they forced you to take the yearly perfect nuclear family photos they sent to friends and clients.

My legs bounce up and down, and irritation creeps in. I don’t know if I need a smoke or if I have the urge to watch something light the fuck up. “I’m all for takin’ out some motherfuckers, but even I think this is some fucked up shit, Lev.”

Lev grabs his charred tie and removes it. He’s probably ensuring no one tries to strangle him with it or set him on fire again. I’m shocked that Azadeh hasn’t already stabbed him to death. I lean back and stare at her with a smile. She loves us.

“Why are you smiling like a psycho?” Azadeh asks.

She’s so cute when she’s annoyed with me. Who am I kidding? She’s always cute. I like how her right eyebrow arches when I do something stupid. She wags her fingers and tells me I’m an idiot.

“I was thinking about how hot it’s gonna be watching you slit some throats. We should bang on that. Not so much into the whole blood scene, but I’d walk on the wild side for you, Hellcat.”

Azadeh shakes her head. “You’re an idiot.”

I place my hands behind my head and lean back in my chair. “I love you too, boo.”

She keeps shaking her head, but I see the smile cracking her anger and her eyebrow lowering. “You’re the only moron who takes an insult as a term of endearment.”

“Nah, Hellcat. If you didn’t insult me, I’d be worried.”

“She’s never insulted me,” Lev says.

Sometimes, Lev makes it too easy to rile him up. “Last I checked, Levinston, you’re the only one Hellcat hasn’t fucked. And that was before you fucked up and lost her sister, so yeah, I’d say you should be worried. You should pray you’ll wake up tomorrow morning.”

Lev glares at me and growls—a full-blown big bear growl. I try to hold back my laughter but fail miserably. Fuck it, that shit is so funny.

Lev moves toward me, but Azadeh steps between us. “You two can have your pissing contest after we find my sister, okay?”

Lev nods and moves some sheets of paper on the table.

Unlike Lev, I’ve never been good at doing as I’m told. “We wouldn’t be looking for Mona if Lev hadn’t taken her.”

Lev growls again in some sort of barbaric warning. I guess chicks are supposed to dig that shit, but it’s annoying as fuck. What dude walks around growling like a wolf or a bear, some dumb forest animal? I blame those romance novels Azadeh reads. Lev probably reads them too. He’s been stalking her since she came into our lives. I’m pretty sure those three-piece suits are for her benefit. That’s how all these dudes dress. Big-ass mafia dons who look like Henry Cavill kidnap these women, and every chick has Stockholm Syndrome. He does some “Me Tarzan, you Jane” shit, and boom bam, the chick creams her pants for her captor to plow her. So the chick thinks, yes, that’s hot. My pussy is fucking wet. Like a faucet, baby.

I glance up and notice Az tracking Lev’s movements. Holy shit, her pupils are dilating. Is she breathing heavier? Well fuck, that’s annoying.

Azadeh places her hands on Lev’s chest. He flinches, and she drops her arms. Shit, the man’s an idiot. I’ve been as hard as granite from the moment I saw her. If she touched any part of my body, I’d have her bent over with my cock deep in any of her decadent holes. Had Lev not been a fuckin’ moron and taken her sister, that’s what I’d be doing this minute. Then again, she might not have shown up had Lev not done the fucked-up shit he did.

I mentally bat away the intrusive thoughts supporting Lev’s actions. Had he taken her and kept her safe, none of this would be a big deal. Az would’ve yelled, and I would’ve made it up to her by letting her ride my face until she came all over it.

I don’t know what it is about Az, but she’s the only girl who’s ever got my motor going. No other girl’s been able to do that. I thought I only liked dick, but Azadeh got a hold of my fuckin’ heart and squeezed it so damn tight. Every day, my heart expands for this girl. She’s so easy to love, which is why she’s had us in her pocket for fifteen years.