“Fuck!” I roared. “How did I ever let you leave?”
“Oh!”
“Damn it!” My cock jerked and detonated in her pussy, coating that warm, tight wetness. Dousing her, in my cum. Imprinting my essence, onto her.
And I had no idea how long we remained connected on that hood. I surely didn’t want to leave her pussy or let her warm curvy body go.
When I finally did leave that pussy, she thought she would return back into the Secret Garden. That only told me that my cock needed to punish her more.
She still has no idea of how serious I am.
I kept her in the alley next to me. Next, I made several calls and texts.
Minutes later, we rode to my penthouse.
“I should have at least said goodbye to Xandi and Melissa.” She leaned against me.
“The text was fine. My men will take care of their bills and make sure both get back safely.” I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Still, Dima, you’re being impossible this evening.”
“Your dress is now wrinkled, ripped, and spotted with my semen. I didn’t want you making another Secret Garden headline.”
And I didn’t want you walk away from me, even if it would be only for a few minutes.
“Why?” She smirked. “Are you now worried about my news headlines affecting your political career?”
Chuckling, I held her closer to me and gazed out the window, taking in my city as it shimmered with lights.
Paradise Pirates hosted a home game this evening. I knew my uncles would be in their VIP box arguing about the players and referee calls. And they’d be doing so in the tuxedos they wore from my announcement party.
What an interesting twist these days. . .
I stared past the stadium and perused the other parts of Paradise—the green glow of Marcelo’s South, Lei’s closed-off East, and the luxury of the Killer Crow’s West. Finally, my view stopped on the North. “You really think I could be mayor?”
“You could be president.”
I chuckled and returned my view to her.
She looked up at me, completely serious. “It’s true. It only takes money and the right handshakes.”
“And knowing how to bury bodies.”
“Unfortunately, that’s true too.”
“Maybe, I’ve been training this whole time with the Diamond Syndicate.”
She frowned. “Dima, you can’t kill Parks.”
“I’m intrigued with what he’s done. Apparently, you think I won’t be able to control myself if I hear it.”
She trembled against me. “You won’t.”
“I will.”
She went quiet.
“What is it?”
“Just trust me, Dima, and let me—”
“What is it?”
“I already told you that I need a promise that you won’t kill him or anyone else over this.”
Could I abide by that promise?
I assessed the moment—Rose in my arms.
When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I would see her again. I’d made peace with the fact that I would have to forget about her. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even push her face or scent out of my head.
She didn’t want death, and I didn’t want her to walk away from me again.
There must be a loophole in this somehow.
“Please, Dima. Either promise or leave the whole matter alone.”
“Alright.” I sighed. “I won’t kill him. I promise.”
“Okay.” She swallowed. “Then. . .”
“What did he do?”
“He. . .”
I tensed.
“Jonathan has been bugging Syndicate churches illegally. They were listening to gather secret information to take you down.”
I considered that information. “He heard something?”
“The police heard Leo talking to the portrait of his dead wife. Leo told her all his plans about killing everyone.” She shivered against me. “The police followed Leo around, watching him kill. . .your. . .family.”
Rage coursed through my veins.
My head exploded, ripping and tearing. Thank God I was holding her. She kept me anchored in the new dark reality that came to me.
Parks knew. . .this whole fucking time. He knew. . .and did nothing.
Fear laced her words. “The police and Jonathan could have stopped all the killings from the very beginning.”
Had she not been with me, I would have had the driver take me straight to Parks. This one was hard. Every cell in me screamed to slice his fucking throat. Make him pay. Torture him to no end. Only two words sounded in my brain over and over and over.
Kill him!
“If you shoot Jonathan. . .or whatever,” she whispered. “It would be quick.”
“Yes. It would.”
She swallowed. “And not at all as satisfying as slowly ruining his election year. . .day by day.”
In my mind, I wrapped my hands around his neck and slowly crushed his throat between my fingers.
Rose whispered, “Nothing would be more entertaining than you crushing Jonathan’s dreams. Slowly taking all of his hope away. Giving him aneurysms as he witnessed his numbers go down and the race. Nothing would be more enjoyable than to see his fall. His demise.”
And then after that, I’ll kill him.
It couldn’t be fast. I’d made a promise to Rose. I would need to be careful. His death wouldn’t be by my hands or my bullet, but I would force his death, nonetheless. I’d make sure his breath left his lungs and his blood fled his veins and the last vision before him, right as he slipped away, would be my face, smiling down at him.