Page 20 of Relentless Sinner

Chapter Five

Jaxon

I speed down the road on my motorcycle thinking about my sexy little houseguest who’s breaths away from becoming my wife.

Gabriella de Costa is proving to be more than just ahandful. But damn me, I like it. I likeher.

It's been a long, long time since I've had a woman stuck in my head.

I knew she was going to be trouble from the moment I was told she'd run away and gotten herself kidnapped, but I didn’t know she was going to be this kind of trouble. The kind that constantly hardens my dick.

She's thrown me for a loop.

I like her fiery attitude and her quick comebacks. I also like her persistence and determination to get what she wants. She has the same thirst and craving for life that I have.

It makes me wonder about her past and more about her father. Few things shock me but hearing that he held her at gunpoint and forced her to sign the contract did it for me. There’s no way in fuck I’ll ever allow him near her without being nearby.

People tend to fight for life the way she is when they have a rough upbringing, like the sort I suspect she’s had, and when they’ve come close to death.

I know how her mother was taken from her. She was killed at the reception of a family wedding, protecting Gabriella. People thought the men who massacred half their family had something to do with Salvatore but it was never proven. I doubt it ever will be. He’s a little like me. The kind of man who will make things and people disappear if he needs them gone.

In the Bratva I stare death in the face all day long but there are only a handful of instances in my life where encounters with death have jarred me.

With her, though, she seems to want to hang on to every piece of thread binding her to her dreams.

I understand it. That’s why I feel like I'm shoving a wild bird into a gilded cage.

It’s especially wrong for those who know better. But men like me do such things because the end justifies the means.

The wild bird will only be caged if you think you can tame it and bend it to your will. That is what I have to do with her. I guess it helps that I think she’s hot as fuck and I'm insanely attracted to her. It also helps that she’s the same with me.

I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. Her with her sexy, pouty mouth, big perky breasts, and clean-shaven pussy chained to my bed.

The image has stayed with me. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw her earlier, and what I’m taking with me as I head to the company meeting at my father’s house.

I shouldn’t be thinking about her at this time. Everything with my father requires keen focus. Being around him is like heading into battle. Even the fucking weekly board meeting.

It used to be held at the office before Father got sick. He has an inoperable brain tumor. Treatment has prolonged his life but the doctors think he has as little as a year left to live. If that.

Now that he’s wheelchair bound and frail, everyone agreed that it would be better to hold it at his home so he could continue his duties.

It will be that way until he can't. The same can’t be said for the Bratva meetings. They would never allow it to get that far, even though my father has been Pakhan for over thirty years.

The company and our Brotherhood are almost one and the same because the company provides the money to fund the Brotherhood's activities. When the leader of the company can no longer fulfill his duties he must step down and his successor take over. That would be me.

As I approach my father’s three-story mansion I think how strange it is that this house doesn't feel like my home anymore. It stopped feeling like home when I left for college but it especially felt that way after Jacob died.

It's been eight years now since he was killed in a car accident. Sometimes it doesn’t seem that long. At other times it feels like a lifetime has passed since I last saw him.

We lived our lives as though we were invincible. So I never thought something as normal and average as a car accident could take down a powerful Bratva leader like my brother.

Jacob was my rock. And to me he was the only blood family I had in this world. That is my truth despite having a father, two uncles and two cousins who grew up with Jacob and me.

Hatred and competition reign in the Bortsov family. That aside, my father has hated me since I was born.

My mere existence is an abomination to him because my mother died giving birth to me.

She desperately wanted another child after having Jacob despite being advised against it because she had a bad heart.Still, she longed to become a mother again. She got pregnant with me knowing the risk and taking it anyway.