Prologue

Isaiah

Two years before

I stare down at my desk, looking in the drawers for the reports from last week. For some reason the numbers at one of our clubs haven"t been adding up correctly and it didn"t start happening until we hired a new manager. When we'd asked him a few days ago if he was stealing from the club"s safe, he kept pleading his innocence, saying he would never betray us that way. I guess the new cameras we had installed all over the club would confirm if he"s telling the truth or not.

Whoever is stealing from us will be caught eventually. They always are, and usually Marcus, one of my business partners, likes to be the one to deal with them. Marcus is known to make the men who betray him beg and scream for their life by slowly tearing them apart until they stop breathing. I prefer to make it both torturous and quick. While my husband, Joey, takes a lighter, more humane approach. I don't care to have them taking up anymore of my precious time than they already have.

Loud voices travel through my office door and it sounds like two of my men arguing. Why the hell can"t they do that shit somewhere else? They know I like it quiet when I work, yet they continue to stay where they are, testing my damn resilience.

I sigh, trying to ignore the disturbance. No matter how much I rummage through the pile of reports on my desk, the ones I"m looking for are nowhere to be found and have mysteriously gone missing. It"s another thing I"ll have to add to my very long list of things to look into.

Maybe they were taken by the same person stealing our supply. My office door opens and I sigh in frustration, not bothering enough to look up from my desk. "I"m busy, come back later."

"And what if I refuse?"

I smile, knowing that voice right away. After all these years it still has an effect on me in ways that cause my body to vibrate. Joey walks closer, placing himself between me and my desk. "I believe I asked you a question, Mister Boss Man."

His smile is mischievous and his eyes darken with arousal when they land on my already tenting pants. "You going to just sit there and gawk at me? Has overworking yourself fried your brain suddenly? Perhaps I need to find a way to bring you back to life." He climbs into my lap pressing his erection against mine. "Seems like we are already making progress."

I laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here? Aren"t you supposed to pick up your tux from the tailor? Or am I going to have to marry you naked in front of everybody?"

He smiles, and his lips hover over mine. "We can always make it a private ceremony and I can have you fuck me in front of the marriage officiant right after we say I do."

I laugh. "That"s an idea you should have never put in my head, because now I"m highly considering it."

He kisses me gently at first, lightly flicking his tongue against mine and I devour his mouth, sliding my hand beneath his pants. I smile when my fingers are met with soft lace, and I'm wondering what color he has on today. I guess it doesn"t really matter, because they will soon be ripped off and tossed on the floor.

"Fuck me," he says, panting and rocking into me. "Fuck me like it's our last day on this earth."

I claim his mouth again, tangling our tongues together. I love it when his body trembles and grows needy above mine. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back as I lick and kiss along his slender neck. I stand up, bringing him with me and he relaxes in my arms, showing me so much trust. He knows he can always let go and I"ll be there to catch him when he falls.

I"ve placed my body between him and many of our enemies over the years, so keeping him from coming in contact with the ground is a cake walk in comparison.

I know Joey can take care of himself and doesn"t need me. But he knows how much I love keeping him safe, so he doesn"t ever stand in my way. "It"s more for you than it is for me," he always tells me. He"s right. He"s never needed me to be his hero, but I love playing the part anyway.

I keep kissing him as I set him on the desk, shoving his legs apart and putting my body between them. His tongue continues to dart between my lips, and my hand slides down the front of his body, teasing his erection by only grazing around it. I love making him beg for it and he loves it even more. "This I do more for you than me," I whisper against his lips.

I unbutton his pants, sliding my fingers inside his panties, and running them through his pubic hair, never letting them come in contact with his cock. He shudders, releasing a desperate whimper. "You haven"t been touching yourself again. Have you?"

"No," he says with heavy breaths.

"Are you lying to me, Roo?"

He shakes his head. "No, Izzy."

That nickname. I used to hate it at first, but the more it came out of Joey"s sweet lips, the more it grew on me and the more I became his Izzy; his Isaiah—his everything. "Are you sure?" I shove my hand further between his thighs, squeezing his balls.

He moans loudly, biting his lower lip. "No."

I smile wickedly, and his body quivers the more I touch him. "I didn"t think so."

I'd placed a camera in his car since he already knew of the one in his office. I didn"t think he"d be so naughty that he"d touch himself in the parking lot. "What did I tell you about having patience, Roo?"

He gasps when my fingers tug at his straining cock. "Do I need to remind you?"

He shakes his head, but I know better than to take it as a no. "Remember your traffic light colors, baby."

"Green," he says quietly.

"Good, Roo." I lay him back on the desk after tossing everything to the floor, not caring if it breaks. Everything is replaceable. Nothing about Joey is and certainly not this moment. He"s right, I work too much and everything else can wait until tomorrow, including checking the cameras and locating those reports. I yank down his pants in one tug, leaving on his lace panties. I lean over his body, unbuttoning his shirt and swiping my tongue over his belly button causing him to twitch. "Remember baby, no coming until I say."

I slide my hand down his front, caressing his inner thigh, and bending his knees toward his chest. "Mmm," I say, licking my lips and pressing my finger to his hole, pushing the lace material partially inside. "I"ve been thinking about filling this sweet hole all day. Have you?"

He gasps when I press my finger in further. "Yes. Please, I need you." The fabric of his panties only lets me get so far and he writhes against the desk in frustration. I lift his ass up higher, lowering my face and licking over his lace covered hole. He pushes against my mouth, releasing exasperated breaths. I gather the lace between my teeth, tearing the material enough to fit my tongue in the rip, licking at his pretty little bud.

"Ohhh …" His sounds grow louder and more animalistic as I thrust my tongue between his cheeks, swirling it around and lapping inside him like a starved man. I spit on his hole, rubbing it in with my finger before pushing it inside. Wetting around my finger with more saliva, I go past his tight ring of muscles and his thighs shake.

"More," he begs. "I want it to hurt a little."

Adding a second finger, I scissor his hole before thrusting in a third. "I think you"re ready for me now, baby."

I unzip my pants and pull out my cock through the opening of my underwear. Hard and leaking like a fucking faucet, I press my tip to his hole. I push inside him in one thrust, ripping more of the lace panties. He"s always so warm and perfect, his walls wrapping tightly around my cock. I tease his nipples with my fingers. His mind is too wrapped up in the pleasure I"m giving his upper body that he relaxes for me everywhere else. His legs part more, and his thighs are no longer tensing around my thighs.

I fuck him deeper and harder. He thrusts his hips upward, unable to gain any rhythm. His hands fall to his sides, and his body goes limp on the desk as I bottom out, hitting his prostate repeatedly. I increase my movements, reaching for his cock. "So good for me, Roo."

"Please," he says, sounding desperate and needy.

"Please what, Roo?"

"Please come inside me. I want to feel all of you. I want to hold you inside of me all night long."

I move in shorter strides, plunging inside him over and over, warmth flooding my lower stomach.

"Isaiah!" My name comes out in a scream. I don"t care who"s outside the door. Everyone should know that all of Joey"s sounds of desperation belong to me. All his moans, heavy breaths, and screams are mine and mine alone. I stroke his long length between my fingers and his thighs to shake.

The pleasure stirring in me becomes too much when his hole tugs hard at my cock. A flame rises inside me, spreading from my limbs like a brush fire. My body tenses and my balls contract as I shoot my release inside him. I know his orgasm has been sitting on the edge for a while and it"s time for him to let go so I can catch him. "Go ahead and come for me, baby."

As pleasure cascades through me, I keep stroking his cock and it twitches between my fingers as his release shoots between us. I don"t miss the look of bliss on his face and flush of red on his cheeks. I milk him of every last drop, still fucking inside him with my own moans clawing at my throat from the intensity. With my head spinning, I kiss his swollen lips and thrust into him one more time before collapsing forward.

After finding my feet again, I step away from the desk, straightening my back. I offer him my hand to help him sit up and he takes it while still trying to catch his breath. "Looks like we both benefited from that break."

I squeeze his ass, kissing his bruised lips. So fucking addicting. "Don"t we always? I guess we will need to get you more underwear."

He laughs, hopping off the desk. I catch him when he stumbles off balance as he gets to his feet. "Easy there. You shouldn"t try and stand until you at least remember how."

He rolls his eyes, pushing off my chest and bends down to grab his pants. "Maybe I didn"t think it would be a problem since I know as long as you"re around, you will always keep me from hitting the ground."

I tuck in my cock and button my pants, zipping them closed. "Even though you hate it when I do?"

"You wrapping those big strong arms around me does make it more tolerable."

I kiss him again and we finish getting dressed, walking out of the office with our wrinkled clothes untucked in some places. A few of our men are standing against the wall of the lobby smiling cheekily, but before one of them can crack a joke someone clears their throat from behind us.

"Having a little too much fun at work again I see." Marcus stands with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.

"It"s technically after hours."

He laughs, shaking his head. "I"ll see you two later and maybe we can close on that deal we talked about."

What would my father say if he found out that not only is his son alive, but that one of his business partners is his supposed dead lover and that we are his new competition in the drug industry?

Running the Cartel has always been ingrained in me and doing anything else never felt right. My father was right. I was made for this, and I am happy to be doing it with the two best men I know. Marcus had been like a father to me all these years, finding me and Joey at the right time, taking us under his wing.

I"ve remained hidden because it was better for me and my family that I did. The only person I kept in touch with from my old life besides Joey, was an old childhoodfriend who still crosses my mind every now and then.

Joey kisses me before stepping outside the club and I follow closely behind him, keeping my hand on his hip the whole way he walks to the car. I signal toward one of our men to check the car for any explosives. Ever since last week when they'd placed one in the door to one of our buildings, we've needed to be more careful. One of our men was killed instantly, blown into smithereens, blood and guts splattered all over the sidewalk in front of the club. What if it were me or Joey who had walked through that door first? The thought still has my stomach twisting in knots.

When Pedro gives us the clear, we both climb into the back seat, waiting on the driver and security. I nudge my nose into Joey"s neck, nipping at his skin with my teeth. "Did you have a good day today, mi amor?"

Joey smiles, running his hand on the inside of my thigh. "It will be even better when we can get away again, just the two of us."

I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm. "Soon, my Roo."

The car drives onto the road and everything happens so fast. There"s a loud crashing sound as the front of the car is being smashed in by a fast moving vehicle. I pull Joey close to me, shutting my eyes, waiting for the loud ringing in my ears to lessen.

The driver is screaming and there is blood everywhere when I open my eyes. The guard on the passenger side is dead. The red vehicle isn"t in as bad shape as ours, and Joey is knocked out beside me with a gash on the side of his head.

He must have hit the back window. I check his pulse and sigh in relief knowing he's only passed out and not dead. He"s not hurt anywhere else that I can see and all I got hit with was major whiplash causing my head to spin and throb. Smoke covers the front windshield coming from the busted radiator. The scent in the air is strong with the sweet smell of coolant and burning rubber.

Two figures come from the other vehicle, quickly moving our way. I can't make out their appearances until they get closer. They both have dark hair, dark eyes, and are dressed in all black. They reach for their guns, putting a bullet through the driver"s head with the first shot, ending his pain and misery before aiming it on me next. I quickly duck, and the bullet misses me, hitting the back window. It shatters and glass goes everywhere. I stay down, unbuckling Joey and laying his body between the seats. "I"ll be back, Roo."

I kick open the back door, with my guns already in my hands. A man with a scar on his face shoots again and misses. It"s a good thing I rarely do.

I lift my gun, shooting him in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and land with his knees hitting the ground. The other one shoots me in the arm, and I aim for his head, taking him down in one shot, putting a bullet in his temple. I point the gun at the other guy, and he holds his hands up in the air with pleading eyes. I kick his gun away from him, placing one of mine back in my holster before bending down to grab the one by my feet.

"Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, my eyes never leaving his.

He laughs, shaking his head. "That"s not the right question."

"What is?"

"The question you should be asking is why?"

I swallow hard. "Tell me then."

"How about I let them tell you instead?"

"Let who tell me?"

His gaze shifts to something behind me and when I turn around, a dart is being shot into my neck by another man dressed in black with his face covered. I pull it out, tossing it to the ground and my body sways back and forth as I attempt to fight off the effects of the drug entering my blood stream. My vision goes in and out, but I remain on my feet. The man lifts the dart gun again, aiming for the other side of my neck. Before he can shoot me, a loud bang sounds behind him, and blood spurts from the front of his head. He falls forward, his body crashing hard to the ground.

Everything is still spinning, and more gunshots fill the air and the man coming closer into view is one I"d recognize anywhere, no matter how blury everything is for me right now. The sight of Joey restores my vision for a few seconds and his eyes swallow me whole with their love and adoration. Someone else starts shooting from behind me, and I hear Marcus yell, "Get him in the car!"

My vision blurs again and my eyelids flutter closed as my whole world goes quiet and dark.