“Noted,” he said, kissing me softly before turning back to Victor. “Details.”
“When they took Timothy, I tried to shoot but only got one of them before they were in the van. They tried to take the shipment, but I managed to stop that,” he explained, the nervous tics at full force as he explained. “My aim is pretty good, but I was afraid to shoot out the van with him inside. He’s my brother, after all.
”
“Is that why you used him as bait?” Keir asked coldly, the tone sending a cold fear through me, and I shivered in response.
“Uh, ex– excuse me?” He fumbled over his words, fear making him shake as he glanced over us all. “It wasn’t like that.”
“You see… my girl here isn’t Family, but she knows things. She picked up on those tics,” Keir said, gesturing to Victor’s leg and its rapid pace. “I know guilt when I see it. Where’s the lie in this story? Maybe if you’re honest, this time you won’t die.”
“Wait... this is crazy. I’m Family!” he protested, but Killian just laughed, the sound laced in excitement that had me wincing. The man was just as much a sadist as a masochist, and if he got his hands on Victor, he wouldn't survive the encounter.
“Family doesn’t lie,” Ky said smoothly, Victor’s eyes full of pure malice and intention as he zeroed in on me.
“This bitch is lying!” he shouted, getting angry now as desperation colored his words. The moment he finished that accusation, all three of the Adrostos stood with their guns trained on him, only pausing long enough to one by one screw on a silencer. My eyes flicked to the bartender, but he just hit a switch on the wall with a blank look on his face. A deep red covering started rolling down over the mirrors almost instantaneously. This is clearly not a new experience for him.
“You’d shoot your family over a bitch you met in the club?!” Victor asked, desperate as realization sunk in, no longer even trying to think out his words.
“She’s not just a bitch from the club. Don’t pretend you know anything about us,” Keir said, before looking to his brothers. “Secure him.” In a practiced move, they had his mouth taped and wrists bound behind him.
“Oh, and just for calling her a bitch...” Killian said as he stepped away, dropping his gun down to the man’s knee and hitting the trigger. The muffled gunshot made me jump before the man screamed behind his tape, the sound of pure, raw agony. A warm sense of satisfaction filled me… He definitely deserved the pain.
“You or me, brother?” Kyrell asked Keir, who looked between me and the man before letting out a sigh.
“This is my duty. Kill, you’re with me,” Keir ordered, but Kill was already on it, tucking his gun back in the harness and giving me a look that promised we’d catch up later.
“Rain check, Princess?” Keir asked, and I nodded before he went back to Killian helping him out as they both walked away without another word.
“Nothing says date night with mob bosses like gunshots, blood, and booze,” I joked, downing the rest of my whiskey.
Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins as Mathias, our bartender and cousin, started to retract the mirror covers and grabbed a mop, pushing it over and brushing the bleach solution over the sleek, dark wood floors to clean up the aftermath. That Sana watched on with little more than boredom was a testament to what she’d seen in her life already.
“Would you rather we go back to our place, now?” I asked, but she just laughed.
“Bold of you to think I’d go back with you,” she countered, standing and picking up her empty glass before sauntering back to the bar, her hips swaying purposefully. She leaned on the counter, giving me a shot of her ass. She was definitely a sight to behold, and her smirk when she turned around to catch me watching was full of sex and promise. I bit back a groan, my cock twitching to life as she got her refill and walked back. This time she sat on my lap willingly instead of me having to force her, and I was glad she was so easily falling back to her rightful place. Or was she? The bratty side of her seemed to be coming out to play, and I had to admit, I was a big fan.
“You won’t?” She laughed, the sound melodic, though that was hardly an answer. Downing her second drink, she set it on the table. With more grace than most people who managed to drink two glasses of whiskey in less than twenty minutes, she turned and straddled my lap, her hands drifting to my shoulders as she leaned forward, stopping with her face just a breath away.
“I won’t,” she confirmed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me right here.” Her words lit a fire in me before she brought her mouth to mine. Her kiss wasn’t sweet and slow; it was forceful and demanding, bordering on dominant, and I huffed out a surprised laugh before taking control. My hand twisted in her hair, and I tilted her head, delving my tongue into her mouth, teasing hers. She tasted like whiskey and honey, and I wanted more.
“You will,” I tried again, using the harshest tone I could with her, my hands moving down to her hips as she broke the kiss, panting so hard her breasts were heaving inches from my face. Knowing I’d break her down eventually, I ran my hands up her sides, grinning at the shiver that ran through her as I peeled the straps off of her arms, the dress falling just below her chest, no bra to impede my view. I groaned, taking in her sexy curves for only seconds before I took one of her hard peaks into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her nipple before taking her in my mouth and sucking hard, pulling a moan from her.
“No, I won’t,” she tried again, less venom and fire than before, as she rocked her hips over mine. Her hands moved to my zipper and buttons, undoing my pants and pulling my boxers down, my cock rock hard as she pulled it free. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked it, long and slow, the sight hot as fuck. My eyes stayed locked on her as she reached out, wrapping her wet, hot palm around me and pumping, my head falling back at the heavenly feeling of her hand sliding over my hard cock.
“Suck it,” I ordered, wanting to see my Kitten on her knees for me. She raised an eyebrow and waited, saying nothing. It was a silent stare off until she gave in, a smirk twisting my lips with the small victory.
“Say please,” she taunted, and the defiance in those eyes was enough to make me want to push her buttons, to challenge her, to break her.
“Now,” I ordered in that same voice that seemed to hit her differently. Keir and I had only had one night with Sana, and seeing her again after all this time meant we had some work to do, figuring out what our girl was into now, the ways to trigger those delicious sighs and shudders. Her eyes closed, her body shifting slightly, seeking friction she would have to beg for.
“No,” she said, taking a deep breath, but I could practically feel the resolve cracking.
“Or I can punish you?” I offered, the idea so appealing that I was hoping she’d continue to fight me. “Now get on your knees and let me fuck that hot little mouth of yours.”
Apparently, she wanted it too bad to fight, because this time she immediately complied, climbing down without giving Mathias a backward glance as she opened those pouty lips and wrapped them around me. If I thought her hand was fantastic, it had nothing on her hot, little mouth.
I was a goner. Reaching up and bracing my hands on the side of her head, I fucked her mouth. She gagged, mascara running down her cheeks as I thrust, pulling back a moment later for her to take in a breath before giving her everything I had, taking exactly what I wanted.