Chapter 9

Knox

I freeze, then look back at her ready to call her on her bullshit, but the moment our gazes collide I see her fear. I get her being scared and playing on it just to piss me off but this look is different. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are hazy with need but there is also a hint of fear lurking in the depths of those captivating eyes.

"Virgin?" I question.

She bites her lip and nods. "Yes."

"Not for long," I growl, playing along. I don't know what the fuck this bullshit her and Riverland are playing at, but until one of them cracks and starts telling me the truth, then this is how she will be treated. She will be my pet and treated like a dog until she can learn to obey her master and speak the truth when she is fucking told. Her bottom lips quivers as I grip my cock and run it through her slick folds. I want to taste her and reacquaint myself with her taste but this isn't about her pleasure, this is about teaching her a fucking lesson for acting out and thinking she can have a say over anything in this house—my house.

"Please," she whimpers. Ignoring her protest I line myself up with her entrance and push inside her slowly, her face contorts in pain. I grit my teeth and grunt as I force myself inside her tight cunt. Fuck, she does feel a like a virgin. Her pussy is strangling the fuck out of my cock and almost making me believe her bullshit excuse, except for that fact that I was the one who already took her virginity years ago.

"This means nothing to me but means everything to you. I'm going to enjoy taking this moment from you." Tears roll down her cheeks as I continue to push inside her tight little body. The moment I'm fully sheathed inside her, I groan.

Home.

I push that stupid thought aside and give her a minute to adjust. As more tears continue to fall, I get pissed off at the sight of them. I may be a cold heartless bastard but I'm no rapist. I meant what I said, if she were dry I would never have fucked her. She turns her head to meet my gaze, the look in her eyes has my breath lodging in my throat.

Hate.

Good, I want her to hate me as much as I fucking hate her. I want her misery and pain. If she knew a fraction of the pain I have been living with for these years, she would be begging me to end her miserable life.

"I hate you," she mutters.

"The feeling is mutual… kitten." Her brows raise but before she can respond, I claim her lips in a kiss that is pure dominance as I begin to move inside her. It takes her a couple minutes before she begins to kiss me back and suddenly a heady moan comes from her. I swallow it, loving the fact that even though her mind is screaming at her that it is wrong and she should be fighting, her body is submitting to me. Maybe what River said is true but even if it is, her body still remembers me and the way I can make her feel. I bite down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. She whimpers but I don't release it until she quits struggling. She's going to learn quickly, the more she fights the worse the pain will be, submit and the pain will lessen, simple.

"Holy shit," she cries out as she breaks the kiss. I push back and lift her legs, resting them on my shoulders needing to be deeper inside her. I brace my arms on either side of her head and thrust into her at a ruthless pace keeping my gaze above her head, not wanting to look at her face. Her pussy begins to clamp down on my cock. I want to deny her this orgasm but I know her coming on my dick will haunt her more than me denying her this release..

"Come, Lakeland," I growl as her eyes meet mine.

"Oh my God," she screams out.

"I am your God," I snarl as she shatters beneath me screaming my name. I don't ease up, I continue to fuck her hard as I chase my own release, but I can't stand the sight of her fucking face! I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach, ignoring her protests. Lining my cock up with her pussy I slam inside her without remorse. She screams out in pain but I don't care or even slow my pace as I thrust inside her, chasing my own release. She tries to turn her head and peer at me over her shoulder. Gripping her hair, I force her face into the comforter as I fuck her. I throw my head back and bite down on my tongue to keep from roaring her name as I come deep inside her tight, wet little pussy.

The only sounds that can be heard are the harsh breaths coming from me and the soft whimpers from her. Suddenly the reality of what just happened slams into me. Not wanting this to seem more than what it was—a fuck—I pull out of her, not missing her wince. Ignoring her completely, I pull my pants up, tucking my cock back inside but pause at the sight of blood coating it. I dart my gaze between her legs and relish in the sight of blood smeared between her thighs. I hadn't plan to be that rough but I'm not mad about it.

"Get used to cleaning your blood off the sheets, you'll be doing it often," I snarl. I feel her gaze boring into the back of my head the whole time. I make sure to lock the door behind myself, not wanting fucking Taylan to go in and pacify her.

The moment I enter the kitchen I can feel the weight of their stares. I grab my plate that I discarded earlier and move to claim a seat at the table. For one split second I felt sated and calm, everything inside my mind was quiet until I looked down and saw her. I know without a doubt she is upstairs crying her eyes out and wondering what the fuck just happened—her feelings and wants, not even her fucking needs are my concern.

"Well, you feel better now you got to hear her scream your name because myself, I feel like I need to bleach my ears after hearing my own sister come!" I ignore River as I spear some eggs and bacon and shovel it into my mouth, her judgment means nothing to me. I spy her and Xander out of the corner of my eye and finally get my answer. It isn't Taylan fucking her, it's Xander. I've never seen Xan with many girls even as a teenager. He was the guy in the back glaring at anyone with a pussy that came near him. For years, the only girl he would let near him was Wave and when Lakeland came along, it took him a couple months before he would even speak to her. I know this shit is hard on him. Xander isn't like most people, it takes years for him to trust and just as long to love them. Losing my sister really did a number on him and I'm not sure why exactly.

"Boss?" I dart my gaze up from my plate to see Tristan standing at the other end of the table with an iPad in his hands.

"What is it?"

"I think we have a location on Percy." I climb to my feet and follow after him with Xander, Taylan and fucking River following after me. Ignoring the three of them, I move to stand behind Tristan as he sits in front of his computer and types away on his keyboard before bringing up a map and pointing to a location with a red dot. "We managed to get a tracker on his car." I pat him on the shoulder, surprised at how well Tristan has done. He was only recently promoted to capo and seems to be excelling fucking well.

"Where is he?" Xander asks.

Darting my gaze to him I smirk. "In the city, the dumb fuck has come to us without even knowing it."

We're parked down the street from the house Percy has rented in his assistants name, rookie fucking error. So far all we have counted is four men, his assistant and that's it. We haven't laid eyes on Percy himself yet. It seems he was traveling light. If he was hiding our stash for Gio, he should be guarding that not staying out here. I push that thought aside for a moment as I check in with Mase.

Me

Where are you with locating Christiano?

Mase

Been following him to most of the strip clubs around Canada but he has yet to make contact with his brother.

Me

You bugged his phone?

Mase

Paid a local escort to amuse him and snatch his phone while he was distracted.

Me

Keep me updated, I want to move on Gio as soon as we can.

Mase

On it boss.

"We need to move in," Tay says, recapturing my attention as I pocket my phone. A knot in my gut tells me that something is off.

"How long have we been here?" I ask no one in particular.

"About three hours, boss," Floyd answers. I keep my gaze on the house as I mull over his words. The moment Tristan managed to ping his location, he pulled our men back from the borders, they broke every speed limit to get back here for the takedown.

"Knox, what are you thinking?" Xander hedges, clearly picking up on my reluctance to move in. I watch as the assistant passes by the large bay window again but this time when she looks up, I see the apprehension in her features.

"Fuck," I snap before darting my gaze to Xander in the front seat. "Get the fuck back to the house now, this was a decoy." Xander's eyes widen for a second before he grunts and slams his foot down on the gas. Floyd radios our men that are scattered out around the house and the street to fall back and head back to the house.

"Are you sure?" Taylan questions from his spot beside me.

"Percy isn't at the house, he knew we were onto him. This was a decoy!" I grit out.

"How?" Floyd asks as he peers around his seat to look at me.

"We have a fucking rat in our midst." His eyes darken, there is nothing more my men hate than a snitch.

"Any guesses who?" Xan asks as he jerks the wheel and has us skidding around a corner.

"There is only one fucking person who isn't with us right now that knew our plan and would have something to gain from throwing us off Percy's trail. I'm going to kill that fucking cunt." Bloodlust courses through me as I clench my fists at my sides. He called all our men back from Gio's borders opening them up for the fucker to slip through with ease.

"He'll come for Lakeland to honor his deal with Gio," Tay says, I nod.

"He plans to ship her off to the Dario family in return for safe passage out of the country," Xan adds.

"Giovani Dario only wants Lakeland because of who she is—was to me. This isn't about Percy and settling his debt with Gio, it is about Gio getting back at me for killing his brother. This is personal." I knew from the moment her engagement was announced to him that this was all about revenge. I will fucking gut her and skin the bitch alive before I watch that cunt touch a single hair on her head. Xander's phone rings and he fishes it out of his pocket, frowning at the screen a second before he answers it and places it on speaker.

"Yeah?" he answers.

"Your fucking house is over run with Dario soldiers!" River shouts into the phone. I hear gunshots in the background and her cursing before she screams out, "You touch my fucking sister and I'll gut you where you stand!" The blood in my veins turns to ice when I hear Lakeland scream in the background before the line goes dead. We're still thirty minutes from the house and there is no telling what those spineless women-hating bastards will do to her! I close my eyes and try to calm myself, my heart beating so fucking fast that I begin to feel dizzy.

I hate her.

I want her dead.

She means nothing to me.

I keep repeating that shit over and over in my head, I want to be the one to break her and see her crumble to nothing beneath my feet, but the thought of someone else touching her has my trigger finger itching and the need to peel skin from bone thrumming inside me. The car is filled with tension and I can tell my boys are amped up and ready to lay into some fuckers the moment we get back. Xander drives like a bat out of hell, taking sharp turns that have us gripping the oh shit handle so we don't slam into each other.

A mile out from the house, I reach into the back and grab the duffle bag filled with guns and place it on the seat between Taylan and me, I pull out the bulletproof vests and toss one to him then hand Floyd his and Xander's. We may be the mafia but that doesn't mean we are stupid and go into a gun fight unprotected if we can help it. I pull guns out and hand them to the guys, Xander snatches one from Floyd's lap. The noise of magazines dropping out are the only sounds as we check our mags and make sure we are fully loaded. I flick the safety on two of my guns as I shove them into my waistband and grab another four mags from the bag and stuff them in the slots on my vest. I double check the mag on the gun in my hand before flicking the safety off as we screech around the corner, bringing us onto our street.

"Fuck," Tay mutters at the sight in front of us. Cars are scattered all over the street, the sound of gunshots and screams can be heard through the car. Rather than feeling fear like a normal person, all I feel is excitement. I never feel more alive than when I'm about to put my life on the line. There is a fine line between being suicidal and living for the thrill of is this my last moment. Xander plants his foot and rams into the Dodge pickup blocking the street before we throw our doors open and join in the fight.