Chosen By A Sinner (Sinners 4)

God, have I missed connecting with Luca on such a level that I feel him in my soul.

Luca grabs a fistful of my hair by the nape of my neck, then pulls out and slams back inside me.

We both groan, the feel of our skin rubbing and his cock hitting me so deep making me delirious.

“Who do you belong to?” Luca demands, his eyes so intense it sends shivers rushing through my body

“You,” I breathe, which turns to a moan as he drives into me again. “Only you.”

There’s a rumble of satisfaction in his chest as he pulls out, and then I’m holding on for dear life as he hammers into me, owning every inch of my body.

It’s aggressive, dominating, and all-consuming.

“Il mio,” he rasps against my lips, his arms keeping me imprisoned to him as he fucks me raw.

Chapter 38

Luca

Done fucking around, Viktor and I touched down in Germany after sunset, hoping the cover of darkness will conceal our arrival.

When I told Mariya about my plan to attack Kastrati, she didn’t take it too well. But she understands. I spent the weekend with her, teaching her how to make Alfredo and watching romance movies. I did everything I could to keep her mind off the planned assault and to show her I love her above all else.

What gutted me was when she clung to me last night, begging me to promise I’ll come back in one piece.

I plan on honoring the promise I made her.

“You okay?” Viktor asks.

We’re sitting in a shitty hotel in some bumfuck town going through the attack one last time.

“Yeah.” I glance up from my Heckler and Koch as I put the last piece back into its place. “Just thinking about last night. Mariya’s been so strong through everything, but she didn’t handle me leaving well.”

“It’s because she loves you. She can take anything thrown at her, just don't touch the people she loves,” Viktor explains.

I figured as much.

Not much scares Mariya, but the possibility of her losing me paralyzes her. It’s fucking upsetting leaving her at home in such a state.

Letting out a sigh, I say, “Let’s focus on the plan. We can’t fuck this up.”

We walk into the small living space where Marco and my best men are waiting.

“Listen up,” I say. “Viktor’s going to walk us through the plan one last time.”

Everyone settles down, their full attention on the wall where Viktor stuck a map of the area.

“We have fire escape stairs at the side of the building and the staircase in the middle,” Viktor says. “Marco, your group will take the middle staircase, while Luca, me, and the rest of the men will take the fire escape.” He lets out a sigh. “There’s only one entrance, which is shitty. We break down the door and kill everyone. No survivors.”

I point at the photo of Kastrati we managed to get. It’s only a side profile shot of his face, the scar on his neck the only real identifying marker we have of the man. “Whoever brings this fucker alive to me gets a bonus.”

Only I get to kill him. I want to rip his heart out for what his men did to Mariya.

I turn my attention to my most trusted men. “Everyone ready?”

“Yes,” Marco answers on behalf of the group.

“Good. Let’s roll out,” I order.

Dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a tight-fitting long sleeve shirt, I pull the armored vest on, strapping it in place.

“Hold on,” Viktor says. He pulls his phone out and takes a photo of me.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Chill, it’s for Mariya,” he mutters as he sends the image to her. A couple of seconds later, he grins and shows me her reply.

Holy freaking hotness. You shoot any woman who looks at my man.

“Enough fucking around,” I chuckle. “Let’s move out.”

We arranged cars that fit in with the town so we won’t stand out like a sore thumb. I want to see the looks of surprise on the fuckers faces when we break through the door.

I stick to the speed limit, my eyes scanning every inch of the road ahead. When I pull into the parking area of the apartment building across the street from the one where Kastrati is hiding, I turn off the engine. I climb out of the cheap car and casually glance at the second floor.

Light shines through a small window, and there are no people hanging around outside the room.

“Let’s move,” I say into my earpiece.

Viktor gets out of the car, slams the door shut, then we run across the road and darts down the alleyway next to the apartment building Kastrati is in.

I jump, and grabbing hold of the fire escape, I pull it down. When I’m sure all the men are gathered behind me, I take the stairs up, pulling the two Heckler & Kochs from behind my back. My fingers flex around the engraved handles, the weapons a gift from my father for my twenty-first birthday. I only use them for special occasions.