15. Tiberius

15

TIBERIUS

I want to rip the head off the asshole who attacked Kinsley. I want to shout at her too for going outside without Jock or me. I don’t do that, though. It’s my fault for not telling her the truth about her parentage or where the threat is coming from. She isn’t prepared. I need to prepare her, not only for that, but also for the party I have been given no choice but to throw for her. It isn’t how I want her to celebrate her coming of age. Rossi took that decision away from me. And her. I won’t forgive, and I won’t forget.

Now isn’t the time for all that shit as I notice she continues to shiver as I turn off the taps.

“I’m going to help you.”

I lift her to her feet and see how her hands are trembling uncontrollably. She won’t be able to undress herself.

I briefly close my eyes and pray for fucking strength.

I silently curse and step close. My hand moves to the fastening of her jeans. Her eyes shoot to mine.

“All that is going to happen is that I’m going to hold you in the bath. Do you trust me?”

Searching my gaze, she nods. “Yes. I don’t want you to leave.”

After pressing a kiss to her forehead, I turn and lock the bathroom door. Then I make quick work of her jeans and panties. As I catch sight of her mound with a slight sprinkling of pubic hair, my mouth fucking waters. Her virgin pussy is right in my face.

Motherfucker!

I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and lift. I didn’t expect her to be nude beneath. My breath catches in the back of my throat. She’s fucking gorgeous. Young, round, and plump tits with tight cherry nipples.

I feel her eyes on me, and I meet her nervous gaze. It snaps me out of my lust-fueled haze.

I unzip my jeans and kick them off. I don’t think I have any blood left in my head right now.

“I’m going to pick you up.” I place a hand on her hip. With my other hand, I tilt her face up to mine. I offer her a gentle smile and lift her up. “Put your arms around me.”

My dick jumps, filled with excitement when her fantastic breasts press against my chest and her legs wrap around my waist. Kinsley shudders as my cock taps her ass.

“Ignore it,” I tell her.“You are safe with me.” Even if it kills me, I add to myself.

The water warms my frozen feet. I take care sitting down with her wrapped around me and wonder what the fuck I am doing. Her cute little ass nestles at the juncture of my legs, my cock hard as fucking steel reaching up against her hip and waist. She wiggles, causing me to leak precum. I press her down.

“Sit still. I beg you.”

“Oh! Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Her hushed words come from where she is buried in my neck.

“It’s a good uncomfortable,” I admit.

I don’t know why I thought the bath would be innocent. She already knows how much she turns me on. I scoop water up and pour it over her back, but it isn’t enough. I slip further under the water.

Kinsley wiggles around, and I clench my teeth as her body rubs my aching dick. She doesn’t stop until she’s lying on top of me. One of her legs slips between mine. My dick is now cushioned by her stomach. She rests her good cheek against my shoulder. I hold her against me and look down into her red-hot face.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me, Kinsley?” I raise a brow.

“I’m comfortable now.”

I grunt in response while praying for fucking mercy.

“It’s been a long time since anyone really took care of me.”

“Anna?”

She smiles and snuggles against me. I’ve never been a snuggly kind of guy, but I guess I am now.

“My mother was a great mom, Tiberius. She would brush my long hair. Braid it. Untangle it. Dig twigs out of it when I got up to no good in the forest. She read to me. Gave me my love of musicals. My love of reading.”

As she goes silent, I think about my own childhood and wince. It wasn’t anything like Kinsley’s. After all, my mother was a mafia boss.

Kinsley continues, “My father taught me how to make things. He wasn’t very good at crafts. We did manage to build a bird feeder.”

“You mean the crooked one?”

“It depends on your perspective.”

I chuckle. “Sweetheart, it’s fucking crooked.”

“Maybe.” She quiets, and I’m relieved she’s no longer trembling. Then she asks, “Will you tell me about my sperm donor? It was his men who came after me, right?”

I close my eyes and answer, “It was his son’s men.” I frown. “Wait! Men? As in more than one?”

“There were two. Only one chased after me. I got the impression he was going against orders. Someone called Edge.”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. “Cannon fucking Edge is the eldest son of Pierce Edge—your sperm donor. Pierce was killed two days before your parents died.”

“Oh!”

“Kinsley, when your mother learned she was pregnant, she planned to escape from the hold Edge had on her. She ran straight to Jude. Our family gave her protection. No one knew that she was pregnant with you for a long time. The majority believed you were an Elliott. Only a few suspected otherwise.”

“They’re dangerous?”

“Very.” I hesitate. “But so am I.”

“You’ve always known, which is why you, um, you…” She pauses, and I chuckle.

“That’s why I allowed you to see my attraction to you. Although, I’m still too old for you.”

“No, you’re not. I like being with you like this.” She purposely rubs against me. I grab her butt cheeks to keep her still. Instead, she lets out a filthy moan that goes straight to my fucking balls. “That feels good.”

“We need to end this now.” Neither of us moves. I could stay in this tub with Kinsley all day. I know she’s aroused because the hard buds of her nipples are poking into my chest.

Her leg between mine moves until she’s spread over my lap.

“Kinsley,” I warn. “You had a shock today and got hurt. I only want to look after you.”

“I don’t know what I need, but I ache, Tiberius.” She pushes herself up and wiggles around, ending up sitting on my cock.

I curse and try to move her away. She presses down and refuses to budge.

Precum tingles along my shaft at the feel of her pussy lips spread open.

“Let me see you,” she begs, a furious blush coating her cheeks. “I like looking at your cock. It makes me ache.”

Fucking hell!

I root around and pull the plug. I hold her gaze as the water drains. The moment we’re exposed, Kinsley drops her gaze to my groin. Mine is glued to her perfect tits. The thought of fucking them causes my dick to twitch.

“Oh,” Kinsley mumbles.

I feel her tentative touch at the crown of my dick. I move my eyes and watch her explore. It’s a fucking turn-on.

Becoming bolder, she wiggles off me some and then wraps a hand around my thickness and strokes.

“I’ve only ever seen you naked, Tiberius. No other man.”

I grunt. “Is that so?”

She grins, and I can’t see straight.

“You need to stop.”

“I want to watch you come again,” she whispers.

Pleasure shoots through me. This girl is going to be the death of me in more ways than one.

“You can watch, but you’re not doing it this time. You’re underage. In fact, I can’t believe I got in here with you. I need my head examined.”

“Too late now, Tiberius. Show me.”

I wrap my hand around my cock and start pumping my fist. A rosy blush covers Kinsley’s breasts. I grip my dick harder and pump faster. All it takes is for Kinsley to lick her lips and I come. I squirt so much fucking jizz that I move my dick and shoot my load over her tits.

I shudder in completion. One more stream of cum shoots out when Kinsley runs a finger through the mess on her chest. I’m a bastard. I should have shut this shit down before it got this far. Instead, I admit, “You’re fucking gorgeous coated in my cum.”

“Do all men come like you?” she asks, fascinated with my seed on her.

“No, they don’t. I haven’t come like that in forever.”

What the fuck is going on with me?

“We need to get cleaned up and head downstairs to see what is going on.” I eye her. “No more filthy business.”

She rolls her eyes and stands on unsteady legs. I smack her rump once I follow her to my feet. I offer my hand to help her from the tub.

“That was lesson number one,” I tell her.

Her eyes light up. “Oh! I can’t wait for lesson number two.”

Fuck me!

Sneaking out in the middle of the night is for Kinsley's own safety. After the attempt on her life after leaving Rogers’s, I need her to be safe. She has Jock and two more of my men in the house to protect her if need be.

My girl is driving me crazy.

I want to watch you come again.

Those words nearly made me come without even touching my dick. Her voice was so fucking sultry. The need to grab her hips and pull her down on my cock, to feel her tight and virgin pussy throbbing around me, is clawing at my gut. I can barely contain the beast.

Fuck!

I release the throttle on the open road. Salem rides beside me. We approach the junction where Prez awaits with some of his men. Prez falls in alongside us, and his men pull up the rear. The ten of us ride in formation, our engines roaring in unison as we head toward our destination. Not ten minutes later, Prez catches my eye and indicates for us to pull off the road. I follow behind my friend as he moves toward a shipping container. The huge steel block looks like it was dropped from the sky. We come to a stop, fanning out in front of the doors. It's dark as hell, and without the lights from the bikes, we wouldn't see anything, which begs the question: how the fuck did they get it here?

Removing the bucket helmet from my head, I stare at Prez. “How’d you find this?”

“A little bird told me about it.” He grins.

“The bird is now dead,” Razor says, excitement glinting off his eyes.

Prez pulls out a bolt cutter from a saddle bag and moves in front of the container doors. His men spread out, and a couple climb atop the thing, all with guns in hand. I keep mine shoved into the back of my jeans, as I figure there are enough to take out an army unit right now.

With a loud clang, the padlock and chains are removed, and Prez swings open the doors. Inside, we find a stash of illegal weapons and drugs neatly packed in crates.

"What the fuck, Jude?" I hiss.

Salem stands beside me. "It looks like we have the guns to complete the deal Jude made. I wonder why he held them back when he obviously had them."

As we examine the contents, a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Jude's betrayal runs deeper than I thought, and his involvement in the arms trade is bigger than I could have imagined. The weight of the situation hangs heavily in the air as we realize the dangerous situation we've been unwittingly pulled into. None of us are immune to danger, but this shit is different. I have no fucking clue who Jude worked with, nor do I know who else he had dealings with. How long am I going to be dealing with the outcome of Jude's actions?

I shove a hand through my hair and notice Prez wince before he rubs at his mouth. "I don't like this, Beckett. I don't trust Rogers either."

"I trust you," I tell him. "We'll check the guns off the list Rogers gave me. Then we dump them at his warehouse. There will be no meeting like last time."

"And the drugs?" he asks.

I give him a sidelong glance. "Do whatever you want with them." I pause and grip his arm. "They do not end up with anyone under the age of eighteen."

"Fuck you! You know me better than that." Anger fills his eyes, and I wince.

"You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry." I hold a hand out. Prez glares but accepts my apology. "Let me make a phone call so that we can load this shit up and leave."

"Are you going to be making the drop tonight?" Prez asks.

I wasn't planning on it, but maybe it would be best to get rid of it quickly before there’s a chance of someone finding out.

"I think we will, yeah."

Prez nods. "We'll shove the drugs into the saddle bags while we wait for your ride to get here. Once we've loaded the truck, we'll come with you. Safety in numbers." He smirks.

"Sounds good." I nod to Salem to let him know I'm stepping outside the container to get a signal.

Within an hour, all the weapons are loaded into the back of a pickup, and the drugs are loaded into saddle bags.

Vizion tested that shit and discovered it was heroin. My brother's ears must be fucking burning with how much I’ve cursed the asshole out. I need to let my anger go because of Kinsley. She loved Jude.

But for our headlights, the strip of road we’re traveling along is pitch black. It is two in the morning. The truck rides low with the heavy weight, so we take our time, even though I’m itching to put my foot down. Rogers doesn’t yet know we’re on our way. In fact, I’m not going to tell him until we’ve left his place. After the last time with Kinsley, I’m not taking any chances.

Five minutes out, I gradually slow our little convoy down. There is a small area about half a mile from where the warehouse is located, which is where we come to a stop. The bikes make too much noise for us to approach quietly. No one speaks as we move out on foot. Not everyone comes. There are three men in the cab of the pickup and four of us on foot. The others stay behind and watch our backs. I didn’t want a larger number accompanying us in case shit hits the fan and we have to make a quick getaway. Fewer men means it's easier to keep track of everyone.

Prez suddenly appears in front of me. "No one at the gates. There could be sensors and possibly eyes in the sky, but we didn't see anything." I nod, acknowledging the information.

"Let's stick to the plan and move quickly," I whisper to Prez before gesturing for the group to proceed cautiously toward our target, which only takes another five minutes to reach. The rumble of the pickup isn't silent, but from what I can see, it hasn't attracted any attention, unless, like Prez said, they have eyes in the sky. There are some fucking tall poles around the perimeter, so the eyes could be perched on top.

It doesn't take as long to unload as it did to load, but by the time we’re finished, my muscles are burning as though I've had a good workout with weights. It's been a while since I’ve felt this way.

As I’m about to hop into the back of the pickup, a bullet pings the side of the truck with a metallic thunk. My gun is in hand before I hit the deck beside the truck. I'm pissed at being used for target practice.

Razor growls. "I see the fucker. He's mine." His white teeth gleam in the dark and nearly outshine the blades in his hands. There is a reason he's called Razor.

He moves with a deadly grace, disappearing into the shadows as he stalks his prey. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I watch him go, knowing that whoever dared to shoot at us is about to face the consequences. Another bullet whizzes by.

I grab my phone and dial Rogers. As soon as he answers, I shout, "Call off your fucking men! We have your weapons."

"What? I can't hear you."

I hang up and shoot him a text message instead.

Me: Weapons at the gate to the warehouse. Call your men off.

Rogers: I don't have any men there. Warehouse empty.

What the fuck!

I show Salem and Prez.

Prez grins. "Let's kill us some fuckers."

What a clusterfuck!

Salem stays close as we shoot blindly into the foliage. I hope like fuck none of Prez's men are there. I point ahead, and Salem nods. Crouched and ready to move, we freeze. There are footsteps on the opposite side of the pickup. I drop to the ground to check if they're friend or foe. I smirk. Who the fuck wears loafers to a gunfight?

I shake my head at Salem and show him three fingers.

“Ready?” I mouth, and he nods.

With a gun in each hand, I spring to my feet and shoot. I drop two assholes, and Salem takes down one. Moving now, we don't stop. I take out a couple more guys before I hiss as my cheek stings.

"Fuck!" I swipe at my face and come away with blood. Some fucker shot me. I wince.

"Beckett, don't shoot!" Padre shouts. "They're either dead or gone."

"Any alive?" I'm met with silence. "Let's clean up. I want pictures of the dead so we can identify them. I want the asshole behind this.”