CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DANTE

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I lean my elbow on the door of the car and watch the houses go by as we drive away from the Ashford’s house. I recognized Braxton’s father immediately. He looks just like his son.

He’s a brave man.

I respected the way he protected his wife and kept his chin up. I shouldn’t give a fuck about these people or the man who has taken my sister.

I just need her back.

She needs to marry Leo and get Carlos off my back or it’s going to create an all-out war. Not something I want in my first one hundred days as boss.

The fact I took his daughter isn’t helping.

But Adelina is mine.

There is no going back after tasting her sweet orgasm on my lips last night. Next time, her mouth is going to be around my cock.

That limb thickens in my jeans, so I stretch out my leg and imagine her on her knees sucking my cock while wearing my ring on her finger.

Christ, that would—

“Think that did the trick?” Nick asks, interrupting my daydream.

Damn him.

I nod, because I have no doubt it will get Braxton’s attention.

“He looked fucking scared.” Jono smirks from the front seat.

“You would too if four mobsters were pointing oozies at you and your wife,” I say, as if he’s an idiot. “Where did you find those fucking things?”

Nick snickers. “Old warehouse. One of the boys found them last year. Thought they would look scarier than Glocks.”

“They don’t work. Dead as a fucking duck.”

I snort softly and glance outside.

Truth is, neither of them deserved that. Their son is a US Marine. He’s given his life for this country, and they should be proud of him. Now I’ve shown up on their doorstep with a bunch of armed, scary looking thugs demanding information.

I thought at one point Mr. Ashford would fold.

When he didn’t, fuck me, all I could think was good on you, man. Even if I did want the information.

It doesn’t matter. Braxton will receive the message, and he’ll get in contact. It’s not like he doesn’t know how. Gianna is my sister, and she has my phone number.

Nick pulls onto our street, and we drive slowly past the two white vans that are a permanent fixture these days. FBI vans.

I glance at them through the dark tinted windows of the first one and they glare back, giving me the bird.

“Nice.” I shake my head at the assholes.

“Fucking pigs.” Jono grates out. “Have they returned your father’s body yet?”

“Mom said they’re delivering it tomorrow. We’ll bury him next week,” I say as we near the house.

A black vehicle heading toward us suddenly speeds up.

“The hell?” Jono grips the dashboard, glancing behind us at the two cars full of my men following us.

“GET DOWN!” Nick yells.

A gun appears outside the side of the approaching vehicle as the engine roars when they floor it.

Coming right for us.

I fling myself flush against the back seat despite the bulletproof windows as Nick yanks the steering wheel and steers us away.

“Motherfuckers!” he yells as the tires hit the pavement and my body jolts at the impact.

“Fuck!”

Pop, pop, pop.

“Fucking idiots, don’t they know the feds are right there!” Nick yells, slamming on the brakes so we don’t crash into the fence.

I sit up, then duck as another two pops hit the side of my car. Then lift again, watching them speed past the FBI vans. One of them pulls out, and a siren starts screeching as they follow.

Jono shakes his head. “Idiots. They’re not going to catch them.”

“Who was it?” I ask darkly, even though I know.

“Carlos Baldoni’s men,” Nick says, meeting my eye in the mirror as he pulls the car back onto the road and down to my driveway. “Not sure, but I think Leo was in the back.”

Adelina’s brother.

Ten of my men rush through the gates as soon as the gap is big enough. Rifles raised as they glance around.

I don’t expect another drive-by.

That was a warning. One I heard loud and clear.

One I can’t let go without a response or my men will see me as weak. I plan to run things a little differently around here than my father did. But I need to ensure my men are loyal, find out who isn’t, and then make the changes.

Not the other way around.

“A message from Carlos.” I growl. “It’s time I sent one back.”

To make it clear to Carlos that I am not some young na?ve don who is going to be pushed around.

Gianna get your little ass home!

Braxton owes me his life. He needs to send Gianna home. Once Leo has his bride, Carlos can set his ego aside and tell the families that we came to an agreement.

This is the only way it will work.

I don’t want to start a war, but I’m furious. If he thinks he can send men to take me out on the streets, he’s wrong. I’m not playing tit for tat.

I will teach him a lesson more publicly. One that will hurt his pride way more.

A family ball is just a few days away. I wasn’t going to go...but now I think we will.

My heart is thumping as we pull up outside the front entrance. Blood thunders through my veins as I rip open the door and stride inside, my anger directed at his daughter.

“Dante, you—”

I hold up my hand to stop my mother.

Not today.

Not right now.

I don’t slow as I make my way through the house to her room. When the guards see me, they stand up straighter and I instruct them to open the door. Two point one seconds later I hear it unlock, and I push it open.

Adelina is standing at the windows in a pair of white shorts and a black halter neck top with white sneakers.

She spins around, her dark hair high on her head in a ponytail.

How handy.

The door clicks behind me as our eyes lock.

“No, Dante.”

“Get on your knees and open your mouth.” I growl.

“Don’t you dare speak like that to me, you monster,” she replies. I cross the room, and she doesn’t flinch, but I know inside her blood is pulsing.

“On your knees,” I repeat. “If I have to ask you one more time, I will force your mouth onto my cock.”

I watch her chest as her breathing increases and then lift my eyes to hers.

Dilated.

I reach out and grip the top of her white denim shorts and tug her to me. Then slide my hand inside them.

Adelina gasps.

It takes me another second to find her wet juices.

“How many times have you played with your pussy, Addy? Wanting my cock?”

“None.” She lies, her voice shaky.

I know she has. I’ve jerked off at least five times since the other night.

I smile, but there’s no humor in it.

“You wouldn’t force me, so just stop being like this.” Adelina pushes me, but not enough to move my hand out of her panties, and I know that’s on purpose.

I slide my fingers to her clit and pinch.

“Oh god,” she cries.

Then I remove my hand, suck my fingers, and press the top of her head until she sinks to the floor.

Mostly willingly.

I undo my jeans and free my cock. Then watch as she takes it in her hand and wraps her mouth around it like I’ve dreamed of for ten fucking years.

My head tips back and I groan.

“Fuck, Addy.”

Her hot mouth surrounds my shaft, and it hits the back of her throat.

Motherfucker.

“That’s it, kitten, take me all the way down.”

I almost want to throttle her, wondering where she got these mad skills from, but I’m angry enough right now. Up and down she works her mouth over my cock, her hand skillfully stroking both my balls.

Saliva runs down her chin as I grab her ponytail and guide her movements. I shove my hips harder, wanting more.

Wanting speed.

Wanting her to fuck my cock with her throat.

When she moans, I almost come. I want this to last forever, but I also want to come over and fucking over.

How have I waited so long?

The tightness clamps my shaft, and I feel the magic sensation slice down my spine as my orgasm approaches.

“Addy, fuck.”

I’m not going to force her to swallow.

That’s up to her.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m coming.” I growl as she begins to gag.

Her eyes lift to mine and I’m torn between having one of the most orgasmic moments of my life and feeling guilty.

Goddamn her.

My come erupts from the tip of my cock and she pulls her mouth off me, stroking me with her hand as our eyes remain locked.

She’s furious.

But when the last of my seed spills over her tits, she reaches out and licks my cock clean.

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ADELINA

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Dante reaches for me and pulls me against his chest, his wild eyes not letting mine go.

Our mouths collide, and I force myself to keep hating him.

I use every ounce of my power to ignore the throbbing between my legs and how I want his beautiful cock inside me.

Because it is.

It’s the nicest looking cock I’ve ever seen. Thick, long, and roped, with strong veins.

“We’re doing that again,” he says against my lips.

“I need to go home. They tried to kill you.” I heard the car and gunshots.

Brushing my hair from my face, his eyes roam my face, studying me for a long moment.

I almost think he’s considering it.

He’s getting what he wants from me. The fact I’m enjoying it is probably just some biological thing. I’m human. I am a woman with needs.

Dante is an attractive and powerful man.

Of course I’m going to be turned on by him.

He’s wanted me all his adult life. I’m almost certain he will lose interest if I stop resisting him.

“This is your home now.”

My heart shatters at his words.

I press my eyes closed so he doesn’t see my tears.