Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

I licked my lips and then nodded.

I knew I would be no help. Las Vegas was a new, unfamiliar city to me. I'd get lost just walking down the streets of this bustling metropolitan. Not to mention the numerous gangs out there who controlled their turf with an iron fist. I would only trouble James even more if I were to get into the wrong hands, as I was sure Andy had.

I turned around and headed back into the bedroom, leaving the two men behind to discuss or whatever they were doing in order to find my brother.

In the dimly lit bedroom, I slid between the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. In my mind, I thought about my brother, and once again, my stomach knotted sickly and my heart raced.

Oh, Andy, where are you now? Are you all right? I knew he wasn't all right. What if he was hurt badly? What if his head got bashed in and he was bleeding? What if he got stabbed numerous times? What if he got shot?

The images of my brother wounded and on the verge of dying made me shiver in dread.

I wouldn't be able to handle it. I just wouldn't be able to live. Andy was my one and only relative, and I loved him dearly. Without him, I was alone in this world, and I just didn't know if I could move on.

"Stop thinking about shit like that!" I muttered to myself, a sob escaping my lips.

"I agree," came the manly voice at the door.

I sat abruptly to see James's silhouette, mysterious and handsome, heading my way.

"It doesn't help," he said bluntly.

He was right, of course. Thinking like that didn't help in this type of situation. I needed to stay calm and collected. I need to keep my head clear for every eventuality.

Looking at James as he was now--dark, powerful, and ruthless--I knew he was exactly that: calm and collected, his mind clear and ready for whatever eventuality. He was a billionaire elite who ruled this city with a firm hand, after all, and he was used to this type of situation and knew how to deal with it.

A moment later, he was on my side of the bed and staring down at me. He rested his hand against the side of my face and said, "I'm leaving to sort some things out."

As I stared up at him, I desperately wanted to know what those things were, but I was too afraid to ask. In my gut, I knew it was to do with Andy. Suddenly, the thought struck me.

Why? Why would a billionaire like James Maxwell even care if his mistress' brother was missing? Why would he even go further to help her? Was it because he thought it was his obligation as my master, my lover? Or was it something else?

I didn't know and I didn't care. Just as long as I had this man to lean on during times such as these, which I never had before. It was a blessing for me.

He asked, "Will you be all right?"

I licked my lips and nodded. I'd be alone and scared and worried sick, both for Andy and James. Matt even. But I was determined to be brave, determined to aid them in the process of finding and saving my brother by staying out of the firing line. It was best that way.

James lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine. He was warm and very inviting, easing my mind of the worry.

Then he really kissed me, urging my lips to part for him. I obliged, and he plunged in his tongue, stroking and caressing me until I was almost mindless.

"Mmm..." I groaned as I clutched to him. "Mmm..."

When he finally let my lips go, I was breathless and dazed, my whole body boiling, aching for more.

"Good girl," he said. "I'll be back soon."

I nodded, praying very hard he'd bring me good news of my brother as I padlocked my desire for this billionaire for a later time.

He moved his lips to the side of my ear and whispered, "I'm going to really fuck you like you've never experience before once I've returned with Andy, safe and sound."

I sucked in my breath at his arrogant proclamation as a delicious shiver passed down my spine.

When he moved back a little and I saw his face, his features and eyes were dark. My tummy fluttered in exquisite delirium and my body ached even more for him.

He lightly brushed his thumb across my sensitive lips, marveling at my red flesh, thrilling every nerve of my being.

He smirked when he saw my wanton reaction to his promise. "I expect full submission from you, sweetheart," he whispered. "It's a wonderful turn-on when you cry while I fuck you."

He was chuckling lowly as he moved back, leaving me breathless, dazed, enthralled, confused, and terrified.

I watched him walk out the bedroom door, his gait easy and graceful, like a lion ready for the kill. I was fascinated, mesmerized by his dark charm that bound me to him, entrapping me in his dominating embrace. I was captured, ensnared, and to be honest, I had no desired to escape. Not one bit. It suddenly struck me I wanted to be here with James Maxwell, in his world, being ruthlessly ravished by him.

Chapter 3

James

The Mexican

mob was going to fucking pay for the stupid mistake they made by kidnapping Andy for a deal they demanded, which they weren't going to get. James wasn't a very nice man when it came to this sort of bullshit. Anyone who dare to even step foot into his territory, crossed the line, and hurt one of his boys, especially if that particular boy happens to be his good friend's lover, more especially if that particular boy happens to be his lover's brother, was something James could never forgive.

James was usually a very reasonable man, famed for his trustworthiness when dealing with any business. When they crossed the line, however, the ruthless predator came out and nothing was going to stop the catastrophe heading their way.

In the sleek black limo, sitting beside James in the backseat was Matt. The man looked as dark and dangerous as ever. He wore a scowl so fearsome that most of the men who were accompanying them for the operation were silently praying he wouldn't mistake any of them as one of the Mexicans when they were going all out. Because really, Matt was a maniac when it came to this type of thing. His bullets were faster than the blink of an eye. Blood and guts were sure to burst everywhere, and bodies would be falling like flies.

The atmosphere was tense as the chauffeur silently drove the limo toward the west end of the city. The Mexican headquarters. Their hideout.

Breaking the silence, James said, "I told Tory. Unfortunately, Mark left already. Back to New York."

Matt's scowl became even darker. "Why the fuck did you tell him?" he asked coldly. "We don't need him."

Of course James knew he and Matt could easily take out the Mexican. But he had promised Tory he'd let the friend know if they'd be having some fun while he was around. And indeed, the man was still around and this was their type of fun.

"It's too late to tell him not to turn up now," James said lightly. "Besides, you two haven't seen each other for ages."

Matt growled lowly. "Like I'd ever want to see him again. That bastard better not get in my way."

James kept silent at that comment, knowing it was best. Matt and Tory never really got along ever since Tory had beat Matt up back when they'd first met, for whatever reason James still didn't know and wasn't keen enough to find out. Oddly enough, though, the two always ended up working together, saving each other's hinds in times of adversity.