Page 63 of The Forever One
“Tell me where you’re going, Husband.” Her sultry voice is like a siren’s song, irresistible and mesmerizing. My hips are moving to the rhythm of my finger as she unzips my pants and wraps her hand around my cock.
“Kastellanos. We have a meeting.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret my rookie move. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, the copper taste splashing across my tongue as the cool air replaces her hot palm around my cock.
“Well, you better get back home safe, then. No one comes until you’re walking back through those doors.” Then she walks away, leaving me smirking at the wall.
River - 1
Marco - 2 blue balls.
At least it’s motivation to get in and get the fuck out in Brooklyn.
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“Everyone in place?” We’re almost at the site as Enzo checks our men’s location around the docks. It feels like a sting operation, like we’re fucking cops or some shit.
“Yes, sir. We’ve got about twenty-five soldiers waiting on your command.” J’s voice rings out in the cabin of my Escalade just as we pull into the dock yard. I have no doubt Yiannis has his own men around the perimeter, he’d be a fool not to, but those guys are covered by my men. The difference between Yiannis and me? Rage. Pure, unadulterated rage boiling in my veins.
Enzo steps out of the car first as I take in our surroundings. Water on one side, a red brick building on the other, the faded white lettering at the top telling the story of the good old days when shipyards were the city’s bread and butter. Once Enzo is standing at the front of the car, leaning against the hood, eyes scanning every fucking inch of the place, I see the brothers coming out of the building.
“Marco, my friend.” Fucking hypocrite. We’re friends like hyenas and lions are fuck buddies. Never gonna happen.
“You disappoint me, Yiannis.” His smile morphs into a frown at my tone and my words.
“What do you mean?” Yiannis doesn’t take another step, his gaze hardening and his shoulders tensing. Behind him, Aleko leans against the building in his usual bored position with one leg bent, foot propped against the bricks. I’m not stupid enough to think he’s not paying attention. In fact, by the tension in his neck and the rise of his brow, I’d say he’s on high alert.
“We had a truce, didn’t we? So imagine my surprise when one of your men shows up at my family’s house and kills my friend. Who was your target, Yiannis? Surely, you weren’t that upset with a construction worker that you had to murder him in public.” I slide my hands into my slacks and scrutinize his every move, every tick and shift of his eyes.
My gaze bounces behind Yiannis to his brother, who suddenly seems more interested in the conversation. Like he might have a vested interest in the result.
“Ah, right. The botched job. You killed my man, yes?” I cock my head to the side, surprised he’d cave so quickly without even pretending to feel remorse for having Kai killed.
“Yes,” I nod, my eyes fixed on his every move. “Two bullets.”
“Well, then, we’re even.” I can’t help but laugh at his words. Except there’s no fucking humor in it.
“How do you figure?”
Enzo comes up to me and whispers in my ear, hiding his mouth so no one can read his lips.
“J said we’re all good.” I nod at his words but my eyes are following every one of Yiannis’s moves.
“Well, for one, you didn’t keep your end of the bargain, Marco. That’s not good business.” He’s talking about the port in Naples and he’s right, I haven’t kept my end of the bargain because not only do I not trust this motherfucker, but he hasn’t handed over Ugo.
“I told you I’d put in a good word, but the men there don’t answer to me. I’m guessing whatever you’re transporting doesn’t fit their morals, but you haven’t kept your end of the bargain either.” Aleko pushes off the building and makes his way to us, his Docs stirring the dust with every step he takes until he stands shoulder to shoulder with his brother. He can’t be more than twenty, maybe twenty-two, but the steel in his eyes holds a thousand stories of gore.
“Right, right. You did say that.” Yiannis turns to Aleko like he’s asking for confirmation. “He said that, didn’t he?” Aleko crosses his arms and I don’t miss his hand going to the butt of the gun on his shoulder holster.
“What were you trying to transport, Yiannis?” I don’t want to get distracted. I need to know if I should warn the Naples family about any trouble they might encounter.
“The nectar of life, Marco. The reason wars are waged and men are killed.” My molars get a workout as I grind them hard enough to make my jaw ache.
“Don’t speak Aristotle to me. What the fuck were you trying to pass through Naples?” Yiannis doesn’t respond right away, giving me enough time to see the corners of his lips turn toward the sky, his pupils constricting into tiny pin pricks.
“Young, virgin pussy. And a few virgin boys too.” No sooner his words are out, my gun is too. In fact, every single person on this loading dock is aiming a gun at someone.
But that’s not what has my attention. It’s not the reason I haven’t given the order to blow this whole fucking meeting to pieces.
What has me freezing with my gun aimed at Yiannis, is the fact that Aleko has his gun aimed at the same person.