Men of Mayhem (70 page)

The sound of skin slapping, his groans and my moans were like music in this room we occupied. Three more thrusts and I came, hard. My legs fell away in protest as his movements went faster and seconds later he came with me, kissing me until the last of him spilled inside of me.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. I don’t know if he intended for me to hear his revelation.

Rolling off me, he pulled me to his body so the connection we had never broke. I snuggled into him, smiling. I traced patterns on the skin of his perfectly sculpted abs and felt like I was supposed to be here.

“That was wonderful. Thank you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t thank me yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” He kissed the top of my head. “That was only the beginning. I plan on doing this several more times tonight and then more tomorrow morning. And more the day after that…and so on.” His arm wrapped around me tighter.

“Oh?” I said in disbelief.

“Hey,” he said, using his fingers to bring up my chin so we were facing each other. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I thought this was a one-night stand.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, looking confused.

“No. I’ve never had one before. Honestly, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know, baby, I know. So believe me when I say…this isn’t going to be a one-night stand. I want to see where this goes. If you’d like to, that is.”

“I do.” I smiled, leaning up and giving him a kiss.

“Now, go take your fine ass into the bathroom and clean yourself up. While you’re gone I’m going to decide whether I want to watch you come while riding my face…or my cock.”

I gasped and then giggled before running off for the bathroom. I took no time at all cleaning myself up and prepping for what would happen next.

Opening the door, I stood there stark naked and unashamed.

Nicholas

Once, I thought perfect was a myth. Until I laid eyes on this beauty before me. I had her leg hooked around my waist, one arm bracing me as I slid into her over and over again. Her gaze never left mine unless she was coming. Even then, I stayed focused on her expression while glancing down to where we were connected. As my cock slid into her, it glistened. The sounds around us amplified. All I could hear was our breathing mixed with her cries and the sound of how wet her pussy was as I fucked her.

It had been over an hour, a record for me. She had come three times while my orgasm teetered on the brink. I needed to give her one more. I needed to make sure she felt me tomorrow and for the days following. I wanted her to walk funny so when other men saw her they’d know she had been thoroughly fucked and they didn’t stand a chance.

When her nails began to dig into my back, her pussy tightened, and I knew she was about to come for me again. I picked up my pace, stronger, harder strokes so she could feel that I was on a mission. The softness of her hand reached up and caressed my cheek. I looked at her intently, then leaned down and kissed her, throwing her legs around my hips and grabbing hold of her ass as I thrusted into her hard, until she let go and came all over my dick. I returned the favor by coming with her.

Kissing her one last time, I watched her wince a little as I pulled from her.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head slightly, giving me a sweet smile. “No, not at all.”

“Good. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I had.”

She excused herself to the bathroom, and when she returned she was moving slowly, as if a little drunk, but I knew I had put that into her walk. Climbing back into bed, I held my arms out for her. She snuggled right into my side, laying her head on my chest.

“I saw your tattoo on your back. The angel wings. They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. My dad calls me Angel. He has ever since I was born. It’s a long story.”

“Maybe you’ll tell me one day.”

“I will.”

I watched her as she traced little patterns on my chest, before her finger slowed and her eyes fluttered closed. Holding her a little tighter to me, I let myself succumb to the same fate. Sleep.

That part of sleep where you’re still out of it but you’re trying to wake up is the way I felt, my whole body trapped as if weighed down by exhaustion. I forced myself and my body to awaken, my eyes opening to sheer terror. Two men towered over me. They were holding me down as I tried in vain to shake them off. One of them held something white over my face. I tried moving my head from side to side when I caught a glimpse of something to my right.

My beauty was beside me, trying to fight the same fate. Tears streamed down her face as she fought her attackers. I tried to get to her, to get these men off me. I got one of them moved to the side and had my hand on Christianna when her eyes closed and her body no longer fought. Panicked, I continued to fight these men to get to her when I was overpowered yet again by another man.

I couldn’t fight anymore, but I vowed to end the lives of all these men who were in this room. I would make them pay. One last glance at Christianna told me she wasn’t moving. Her chest still, she wasn’t breathing, possibly dead by the hands of strangers. I was sure to follow as my vision grew foggy, and I couldn’t retain anything. I tried to resist the darkness.

Then, I saw her, a glimpse of almost white blonde hair.

She stood at the end of the bed with a scowl on her face, assessing the situation. Voices were muted, sounds unrecognizable, and then darkness enveloped me. There was nothing I could do about it.

I awoke with a start at home in my bed, my head swimming. I got up and rushed into the bathroom to vomit until there was nothing left except dry heaves. I felt like garbage. I sat on the floor next to the toilet. My head leaned back against the wall. I’d never drank myself stupid before. I tried so hard to remember last night. I couldn’t recall a single thing, as if nothing was there.

Pulling myself up, I stripped out of my clothes and threw them into the hamper before turning on the water for the shower. As it warmed up, I grabbed a couple of aspirin, downing them with a huge cup of water before stepping under the spray. I let the hot water hit my face, my whole body relaxing in the steam. Still, nothing from last night returned to me.

Climbing out of the shower, I brushed my teeth and tried to feel a bit more like a human being again. My headache began to subside, and my stomach no longer felt like it wanted to jump out of my body. Dressing quickly, I went downstairs in search of my housekeeper, Laura, hoping she’d have food prepared.

I heard voices, the clinking of silverware, and the smell of something familiar in the air. I crossed into the dining room and found Luke and Bobby sitting at the table, helping themselves to a feast.

“Hey there, man. I didn’t think you’d sleep in this late,” Luke mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“Me either, what time is it?”

“Almost two.”

“Two? I never sleep this late, why didn’t anyone try to wake me?”

“I tried, Laura tried, and you wouldn’t budge. I even checked to make sure you were still breathing. You must have had some night.”

“I guess. Except I can’t remember anything about last night.”

“You can’t remember anything?” Bobby asked, appearing surprised.

“No, nothing. My mind is blank.”

“Nico, you sound like you were roofied, man. What do you remember?” Luke asked. The concern on his face troubled me.

I sat back, thinking hard. What
did
I remember? “I remember you coming to pick me up from here.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“So you don’t remember being at Prima Vista last night?”

“I was at Prima Vista?”

“Yeah. Don’t you remember shooting Derrick downstairs in the basement?”

“I don’t remember being there,
or
shooting Derrick.”

“You said you were going to get a drink,” Luke said, his face creased with worry. “Then I met this smoking hot blonde who blew me and blew my mind. I tried to tell you I was leaving but I couldn’t find you. I just assumed you got lucky, so I wasn’t going to disturb your groove.”

“Maybe if you had, I’d know how I spent my night,” I said, growing increasingly anxious.

“Well, pull footage from Prima Vista from last night and find out what went down.”

“Uh…you can’t.” Bobby said. He sat back in his chair, cringing.

“Why the fuck can’t I?” I asked.

“This morning the whole security system was upgraded, which means it’s been wiped.”

“Oh right, I forgot. You wanted that new system and wanted it done before the new quarter,” Luke said.

“Fuck.”

“Look, man, you’re here. You’re in one piece, and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Maybe you just had too much to drink last night. You were really amped up.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I helped myself to a plate of food, trying to ignore the niggling sensation that something wasn’t right.

“Since you got a late start, there are some things we need to discuss after you’re done eating.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Seems that Derrick wasn’t alone in his theft, and there are several other players connected.” Bobby slid a folder across to me.

Flipping open the folder, I found pictures and printouts of bank accounts and doctored pages. This had gone deeper than Derrick, after all.

“Who is behind it?”

“Teddy Romane,” Luke said. I threw down my fork, furious.

“After everything we’ve done for him?” I snapped. “After everything Dad has done. He lost it all, and we helped him rebuild.”

“That’s the thing, Nico. We helped him rebuild, he tried to take down Michelino, and his plans were thwarted.”

“Michelino? How come he never said anything? I know for a fact he never told Dad.”

“He claims he did, although your dad said it didn’t happen. He’s apologized profusely but you know how it works. Anderson is always the kiss-ass.”

“Let’s take care of this, now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” I tossed my napkin on a pile of half-eaten food and left the table.

Walking briskly up the stairs, I decided I would get to the bottom of this. I would find out what the connection was between Teddy Romane and Anderson Michelino.