Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Clara

Leonardo was not in good shape. We'd had to travel from the DiNardo house to a warehouse about thirty minutes away. Gio drove. Jack sat in the back with Hailey, holding her hand. Gio kept shooting me sidelong looks, as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking, which made me smile smugly.

The smile was wiped when we walked into the room where Leonardo was being held. Tomas was there, along with several other DiNardo men. Leonardo was seated on a chair in the middle of the room, arms tied behind his back, ankles tied to the chair, head hanging down. He lifted it as we walked in, and I could see the black eye, the cut on his lip, the blood that had trickled out of his nose.

His dark eyes flashed, focusing on Hailey as she walked in the door, and his lip lifted in a sneer, causing the cut there to start bleeding sluggishly again. His tongue flicked out to catch the drop of liquid. If he realized he was licking up his own blood, it didn't show—or maybe he didn't care.

Not a nice guy.

Time on the streets and time at the precinct had given me a well-honed radar for trouble, and despite being tied up, Leonardo set off every one of them.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" he asked, addressing Jack even though he was looking at Hailey.

Coldly, she stared back at him. I wanted to reach out and take her hand, but I also didn't want to ruin the image she was presenting in front of him. No mafia moll, she was the top of the walk in her own right, and I wasn't about to take that from her. I could feel Gio's presence behind me, his body so close to mine, we were nearly touching. Another pillar of metaphorical support for Hailey.

"I'm here for the same reason you are," Hailey answered rather than let Jack speak for her. A small smile spread on her lips, and even from the profile view, I could tell it wasn't a nice smile. "Because I wanted to see you. Cousin."

Leonardo snorted, but his gaze cut away to Jack, a look of incredulity on his face, as if he couldn't believe Hailey had dared speak to him, much less claim credit for his presence.

"So, it's war you want?" he asked, as if Hailey hadn't spoken. "I thought we had an alliance ." He sneered as he said the word mockingly, then had to lick more blood from his upper lip. "If you think I'm going to forget this?—"

Hailey stepped forward and lifted her leg in the air, bringing it down hard enough between his legs to make his eyes bulge, air wheezing out of his lungs. Planting both feet firmly on the ground, she leaned forward, bending her knees slightly so she could rest her hands on them. Behind her, Jack stepped forward, clearly not liking her being so close to her cousin—regardless of how he was tied up—but just like me, he didn't ruin her show. He hovered, protectively, but let her take the lead.

"You started the war when you killed my parents." Her voice was low, lethal. "We're just finishing it. And you won't be alive to remember." Straightening up, she waved her hand in a gesture of pure dismissal. "Take care of him."

With that, she spun around on her heel and stalked out of the room, as though she didn't have a care in the world. Even though I hadn't been prepared for it, I followed right after her, and Gio followed me, like her own little entourage. Behind us, we could hear Leonardo calling after her, his voice starting out angry and wheezing, then turning desperate.

"Hailey… Hailey! Hailey, come back! Hailey, come back right now! Fucking bi—" He didn't get the chance to finish the word. It sounded like someone had stopped him with a fist to the gut.

Knowing the man behind me was already dead, even if he was still breathing for now, was a little disturbing, but if anyone deserved it, he did.

I followed Hailey out into the night air where she finally came to a halt and took a deep, cleansing breathing. This time, I didn't stop myself from coming up beside her to hold her hand. I could still sense Gio behind us, looming but not interfering. Hailey's eyes were closed, but she opened them when I threaded my fingers through hers and turned to look at me. They were shiny with tears, but she smiled at me.

"I'm okay." She paused. "At least, I will be." She took another deep breath, squeezing my fingers. "I just… I needed to know. I needed to look him in the eyes. He did it. He actually killed my parents, and I don't think it meant anything to him."

"On the contrary, I think it meant everything," I said. "He thought he was going to get everything he wanted from doing that. And now he's not. Because of you."

She tilted her head, thinking it over.

"That feels… not good exactly, but I feel better."

"Good."

"Still have to deal with my grandfather."

"We'll handle that for you," Gio said from behind us, making both of us turn around. In the moonlight, my husband looked especially dangerous, the shadows spreading across his face and body. "That will need to be done more… delicately."

As in, they probably wouldn't be able to pick him up the same way they had Leonardo. Especially because Hailey's grandfather wasn't in New York—he was in Chicago in his own territory, surrounded by all his men. Leonardo had been in our territory, alone. An easy mark.

The door behind Gio opened, and Jack stepped out. He looked as immaculate as he had when he'd gone in, but there was something in his eyes…

"Is he dead?" Hailey asked.

"No. He's answering some questions." Jack smiled. "Thomas is asking a few more on my behalf."

Hailey let go of my hand as her husband came forward, pulling her to him and tucking her into his side. She sighed, leaning against him.

"We should head back," Jack said, starting to move toward the car, bringing Hailey with him.

Gio was looking at me again, studying me. Trying to figure out what I was thinking. I liked keeping him guessing. With a little smile, I turned and headed toward the car as well. It only took him a moment to catch up, his hand settling on the small of my back as if he was guiding me.

The small touch sent a little shiver of awareness through me. Going to see Leonardo had been a side matter. My mind was still on the fact Gio had brought Faithful home to me and that I was going to be allowed to keep him… after he'd spent all day running around the city looking for me. He didn't have to tell me that's what he'd done—I knew.

Then, he hadn't even ratted me out to his mother and aunt.

I felt like all of that deserved a reward.

* * *

Gio

Holy fuck, my wife's mouth was fucking heaven.

Lying on my back in the middle of our bed, one hand in her hair, I watched with greedy eyes as she moved her head up and down, sliding her lips along the length of my cock. Did her willing, eager blow job make up for her tricking me and making me spend all day running around New York City looking for her?

Maybe.

It sure as fuck wasn't hurting.

I groaned, thrusting up into her mouth and pushing her head down. Enjoying the way she choked for a moment, her throat working to accommodate me. Then I pulled her back up again, letting her breathe. Her hand gripped my balls, giving them a little squeeze, just this side of painful, and I grinned at her.

"Careful, babydoll. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to be mad at you for today." I moved, cupping one breast with my free hand and pinching the nipple hard enough to make her whine. I held onto the little bud, rolling it between my fingers and making her pant at the tight grip. "Don't antagonize me unless you want Daddy's cock up your pretty little ass again."

Her eyes widened as she jerked upward a little more, my cock popping out of her mouth.

"Daddy, noooo… I came back. I just needed a little time to myself."

She had come back of her own volition, which was the only thing that had saved her ass. The fact that she'd chosen to come back… well, that meant something to me.

"Well, keep it up, babydoll. Show Daddy how sorry you are."

I pushed her head back down onto my cock.

I don't know if it was because she was actually sorry or because she was hoping to keep my cock out of her ass, but she started sucking me again with even more enthusiasm. She sucked hard and long, her fingers rolling my sack through them, tugging more gently now until I pushed her head down and released stream after stream of seed straight down her throat.

And then she kept sucking.

It was almost too intense to be pleasurable, my body shuddering as my cock tried to soften but couldn't quite make it. Not with her warm, wet mouth still suckling on its length. It shrank some, then slowly began to fill again, thickening and lengthening against her questing tongue.

I fisted my hand in her hair, enjoying the slow build of arousal as she brought my cock back to life. Once I was hard again, she lifted her head and turned so she could straddle me.

"I want to ride you, Daddy," she said, already moving to point my cock up at her pussy, her hand wrapped around the base.

"Then ride me, babydoll." I grinned up at her, reaching up to cup her breasts, playing with them as she sank down on top of me. She moaned as my cock speared her pussy, her body sliding down while my hands squeezed and plumped her breasts. I teased the hard little nipples, pinching and twisting them until she whimpered as she began to move atop me.

She rode me like a horse, rising and falling on my cock, arching her back to thrust her breasts into my hands. I tugged on her nipples, making her writhe atop me, her pussy clenching my cock tightly as her own ardor grew. She ground down against me, rubbing her pussy against my groin, moaning as she used me for her own pleasure.

Sliding my hands away from her breasts, down her sides to her bottom, I gripped the mounds of flesh tightly. My fingers slid into the crevice between them, and I felt her stiffen as I sat up a little to get a better angle on what I wanted to do.

"Daddy, no!" she squealed as my fingers found what they were searching for.

The slick cream that had dripped down all over my balls was all I needed to coat my fingers so I could push them into her bottom while she was on top of me.

"Babydoll, yes. Keep riding Daddy, or there's going to be bigger things inserted into this tight little hole." For emphasis, I thrust my two fingers in deeper, stretching her open. I could feel my cock in her pussy and felt her muscles clamp down around it.

With the way I was sitting up, her breasts were right in front of my face. I sucked one pert nipple into my mouth, biting down on it to encourage her to move. With a moan and a shudder, she started to bounce again, though in this position, with her nipple in my mouth, her movements were more constrained. Smaller. But every time she sank down, it wasn't just my cock she was riding; it was my fingers as they burrowed into her tight bottom, adding to the sensations.

Hearing her whimper, knowing she was forced to stretch open her own bottom as she tried to work herself to orgasm, was making my own pleasure rise higher and higher. She might be on top, but I was in control.

* * *

Clara

Pleasure and pain—two sides of the same coin—both of them driving me faster and harder to my peak.

I hated the sensation of Gio's fingers in my bottom.

I loved it.

I felt caged in by his body, his cock, his fingers… The illusion of power I'd had over him had been stripped ruthlessly away, leaving me shuddering with pleasure.

"Oh God…" I clawed at his shoulders as ecstasy boiled up inside me.

"No, just Daddy."

If I could have laughed, I would have, but I was too breathless… too full of him… too overwhelmed by the sensations rolling through me.

"Daddy!" I screamed as I came, shuddering and clenching around him.

The world spun, and I found myself on my back, his fingers no longer in my bottom, his cock pounding me into the mattress. Another wave of ecstasy crashed over me as Gio took me, using me for his pleasure, the way I'd tried to use him. The intensity of the pleasure grew and grew until I couldn't take anymore, and still, he used me.

By the time he finally came in me, I was limp and spent, only half conscious. I could hear him murmuring to me as he slipped from my pussy, though the words didn't penetrate.

His fingers played with my sore pussy, and I felt him pushing them into me, slick with our combined pleasure, as though he was trying to push something deeper in me… but it wasn't his fingers or his cock.

Closing my eyes, I rested my head against his shoulder, my body spread and open for him as he kept sliding his fingers out of me, scooping our combined fluids and pushing them back in.