Fergus - An Irish Mafia Shifter (Boston Bear Brothers 1)

“I don’t believe what you told me. That’s not Ciaron. He’d never do something like that.”

“Well, right now, your wedding isn’t what’s most important to you. What you need to hope for is that he does what he needs to do to get you back for your big day then, Princess.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“He’s welcome to try,” Fergus sneered.

“I’d like to lie down for a while,” she replied. “I don’t feel very well.”

“Sure. Make yourself at home.”

“I’m sure my cell is very comfy.”

Fergus ignored her, putting the suitcase that had been packed for her inside the bedroom door and walking away. He was glad she was going to rest. He could use a break from her. She closed the door and he locked it from the outside, garnering a sharp rap from the inside in protest. Had she thought he was just going to sit around and watch the door while she slept? Instead, he used the time to check on supplies and make a few phone calls.

“What’s going on?” he said into the phone.

“Nothing at all. It’s quiet. Too quiet,” Olcan replied.

“Everyone is ready for when the shite hits the fan?”

“Aye. We’ve got a line of sight on Doyle. He’s acting as if nothing is happening—just going on about things like he doesn’t have a care in the world. You thinking we should haul him in? He doesn’t seem all that bent up about his wee girl getting yanked. Might do some better work with a few power tools.”

“He won’t talk and pulling him off the streets will only drive the drugs further underground and risks losing the women forever. I still think taking his lass is the best bet. He’s tried to just take her back and failed. Let’s see if he tries again or decides to deal.”

“Aye. We’re ready if his crew shows.”

“I know you are.”

“I take it you’ve arrived where you were headed then. I talked to the auld fella. He’s on board with what you’re doing.”

“That’ll make a change,” Fergus laughed.

“Won’t it, though? He’s usually all his way or no way. I think he’s beginning to come ‘round to the idea that you’ll be taking over his spot as Alpha soon.”

“Aye. We’ll see. Who knows where I am?”

“Just him, us brothers, and a few of his enforcers. They needed to know what they were up against and where to find you in case any of us went south.”

“Good on ya then. I’ll be in touch.”

“Aye. I’ll be here.”

“Ta,” Fergus replied, ending the call.

He stepped out onto the rear patio and took a deep breath. The air here was so much fresher than the stale harbor smell around Boston. There, he was next in line to take over one of the most powerful Irish mafia factions in the country. Here, he was just a vacationer, enjoying the view of the lake. Well, mostly. He would be if he didn’t have a hostage in the spare bedroom.

He went back into his bedroom, pulled a laptop from his bag, and opened it up to connect to the surveillance system. It might look like just a rustic family cabin on the lake, but it was full of modern tech. The screen loaded up quickly, revealing every room of the house. He selected the spare bedroom and zoomed the camera closer to the bed. She was there, her long red hair spilled all about as she slept quietly.

Fergus watched her for a moment, finding himself oddly aroused by her vulnerability. The covers were pulled back, revealing her lovely figure, though she’d fallen asleep in her clothes. Still, he was turned on, and she was asleep. There was no reason for him not to take matters into his own hands. He stood and unzipped his jeans, watching her face and imagining it looking up at him, subservient and wanton. He could take her if he wanted, make her bend to his will, but he wasn’t a rapist. He’d never been one to want a woman who didn’t want him in return.

His hand drifted downward, pulling his cock free of his underwear and stroking it gently as he watched her sleep. After a moment, he moved over to the bed, her image in his mind as he lay across the heavy quilt that topped it and slowly slid his hand up and down the thickness of his throbbing dick. Reaching into the nightstand with his opposite hand, he retrieved the small vile of lube there and switched hands, letting the slick liquid coat his growing erection.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, imagining her soft hands in place of his, her sweet face looking up at him. In his mind, she licked her lips, preparing to go down on him. He’d let her ease into it, start slowly, licking and sucking around the tip as it pulsated against her full pink lips. Slowly, she’d take him in her mouth and ease down his shaft, getting used to his thick cock as it filled her beautiful orifice.