From my past, p.26
From My Past, page 26
He was watching, completely enraptured in the battle, his fingers gripping the cement edge. Kieron didn’t like staying out of the fight, he wasn’t one to let his soldiers go into battle while he just sat back and let them fight for him.
The thuds and grunts from the street filled the air, the men below not making any extra chatter. The men that were working on opening the truck got it open just as one of the fighters took down the last attacker.
The street was littered with unconscious, probably dead, Italians.
“It’s finished.” Kieron said, letting go of a deep breath he’d been holding. “I just got the official confirmation.” He points to his earpiece and we turn back to the street. Dozens of women and men poured out of the back of the truck in tears and screaming, they were holding onto their saviors and each other.
“What happens now?” I ask Kieron, stepping into his arms to combat the cold night air and hopefully give him some comfort.
“Now, we go home.” He says, kissing the top of my head.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Talia
It had been a couple days since we’d bested the Italians plans for human trafficking in Boston and the whole time it was eerily quiet. Everyone thought so.
It was like waiting on pins and needles for the other shoe to drop.
Kellan asked for a debrief the night everything went down and luckily, the earpiece that Kieron made me wear also recorded everything.
“It’s a good habit to get into, baby. Recording all conversations with your enemies or people you may need to take down. Not only will you be able to turn the audio clips into the police if they need to be taken into jail and held, but also if you need blackmail on some people higher up the food chain.” He’d said.
After a quick stop to headquarters to tell Kellan everything in person and to pick up more clothes, Kieron and I decided we wanted to go back to the beach house. We’d already proved it was secure and I felt more comfortable there than in the apartment, if I’m honest. The beach house felt like it had the potential to be our house.
Luckily, Kellan was okay with us taking a bit of time off to recoup after everything that had gone down. I was really concerned and worried about how they were going to handle making sure all the victims were safe and protected, but Kellan assured me he had it handled. Who was I to question the Irish mob boss?
It was day two into our little bit of time off, most of the time we had spent wrapped up in each other. I’d had a bit of an episode after everything that had happened with Joseph and such. Not to mention seeing Luca so closely again. But after spending the first night with Kieron wrapped around me like a protective octopus, whispering calming words into my ear, I felt much more stable.
Waking up this morning, my eyes puffy from crying through the night, I look up at Kieron’s sleeping face. His strong, dark features relaxed with sleep, his hair undone and mused from sleep. He is so handsome. So caring. So loving.
His eyes open slowly, blinking away the sleep from his eyes as his gaze settles on me.
“How long have you been up?” He says huskily, his voice still deep with sleep.
“Not long.” I smile and roll onto his chest, resting my chin over his heart. “Thank you, for last night.”
“Anytime, baby.”
We’d fallen asleep holding wrapped around each other, after he had spent hours rocking me gently while I was having a panic attack.
I leaned up and kissed him softly, just reveling in the domesticity and love filling the moment. And like always, the chemistry between us builds and takes over after a few kisses. Our tongues fight for dominance and I don’t give up this time, forcing him to let me run the show. I hear him moan and feel him submit, and climb over his hips, straddling him.
“Talia, are you sure?” I can feel how much he wants me, I know how much I want to, but what gives me pause is the conflicted look in his eyes.
I can’t blame him. I just spent the last day and a half crying in his arms because I was so affected by a man’s unwelcome touch on me.
But I welcome his touch on me every moment. Every kind and any kind of touch. I trust him, wholly and completely.
The fact that he’s pausing and worried about me, makes me trust him even more.
“So sure.” I say breathlessly and kiss him deeper rolling my hips against his at the same time. I don’t want him to worry at all about if I want this, I want him to know I do.
Kieron sits up, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep us close together. It’s perfect. It’s sweet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says, pushing my hair back behind my ears with both hands. “I’d do anything for you, baby.” He vows.
“I know.” I smile at him, bringing our mouths back together for a searing kiss. I lift my hips up and grind down onto him, pushing my heat against his thickening hardness. As dominant as I was feeling before, it was nothing compared to when I open my eyes and see Kieron’s eyes roll back in his head in pleasure.
I went feral after seeing that.
My hands went to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up as far as I could. We separated for a millisecond to rip it off his head before our mouths crashed back together. Kieron shirtless was a magnificent sight but feeling his skin against mine is even better. His hands grab at my tank top, pulling the straps down my shoulders to expose my tits. The cool air hit my chest, causing my nipples to pebble before they’re both covered by his hands.
Tipping my head back, I groan at the feel of his hands as his lips drop to my neck. His teeth graze my skin right by the pulse point and I shiver.
“Kieron,” I moan, threading my fingers through his long hair and pull slightly.
He hisses, but when I look at him for any pain, he had such a look of lust that I smile bigger.
“You like that.” I whisper against his lips and he nodded.
“So do you.” He smirked, sliding a hand up against the back of my neck, slipping his own fingers through the hair at the back of my head and pulling slightly. It stung, but in a good way. In a leading way.
I pull his hair and it pulls his head back as I grind against him. We grind against each other harder like we are two teenagers afraid that we were going to be caught making out.
“Take your pants off. Now.” I growl, sitting up and scootching down his body, dragging his pants off as much as I can. He quickly agrees, moving to rid himself of the pants like they personally offended him, throwing them across the room.
“Your turn.” He says, his voice somehow deeper.
I stood up, keeping eye contact with Kieron the whole time, and pulled the tank off, letting it slip through my fingers. Under his heady gaze, I felt sexy. Powerful. Confident.
He’s silent, but the look in his eyes says everything.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and slip them down my legs along with my panties. When I stand back up, I’m completely naked.
In any other situation, I’d be self-conscious. I’d be trying to cover up and shrink in on myself, but with Kieron and all we’ve been through…
I stood straight and tall, letting him look as much as he wanted. My dark hair fell around my face like curtains, making it so all I saw was him.
“Come here.” He orders, his voice low and his eyes sharp and full of want.
I follow directions and quickly moved to his side, crawling on top of his thighs. I’m so sure that he could feel how turned on I was with my wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Now, climb on.” He ordered, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I thought I was in control here.”
“Did you?” He smirks at me, holding my thighs and thrusting up so his hardness grinds against my naked pussy. Heat and tingles spread through my body and everything zeroed in to where we were touching. Nothing mattered except for his skin on mine, his heart beating against mine, his tongue licking me, his hands in my hair.
Before he could tease me anymore, I sat down on him, bringing us together roughly with a sigh of relief. Kieron moaned, holding me with one arm tightly around my waist and the other hand grabbing my shoulder to hold me down onto him. It feels amazing, and the way he is holding me just made the intimacy between us explode. We were still fighting for dominance but it just made our movements more electric.
“Fucking perfect.” He muttered, turning his face into my neck. I stayed still for a minute, really soaking in the moment while I kissed whatever spot on him I could reach.
Being on top was an odd sensation for me. It’d been so long since I could take control in sex in this way. I lifted up and sat back down, experimenting with movements to see how they felt for me and how Kieron responded to them. When I rolled my hips forward, my clit brushed against his pubic bone and I nearly melted.
His hands spread the expanse of my thighs before gripping the meat of my ass. But instead of taking over the rhythm like I thought he was going to, he simply held my hips in his hands, encouraging me to keep going, helping me keep the speed.
I sat straight up, pushing my hands through my hair while I rolled my hips again and again. Kieron thrust up while I grinded down, as I finally found a rhythm that made my eyes roll back and made Kieron hiss.
I moved quicker, my orgasm within reach and approaching fast. My breathing was more like panting as my body rolled against Kieron’s. His eyes were open and focused on where our bodies were joined together. He looks up into my eyes and I can tell he’s as close as I am.
“Goddamn it. Fuck,” He groans as he starts to meet me thrust for thrust and I keep rolling against him, his dirty words and noises fueling my fire. “You feel so good. I’m never going to get enough of you.” He leans up and captures my lips, kissing me hard and deep.
“Me neither,” I whisper into his open mouth. We both move in sync towards our peaks and Kieron refuses to go first. He grits his teeth and moves a hand to my clit to push me over first.
It hits me like a freight train and I cry out, gripping his hair between my fingers and crush his head to my chest. His lips frantically attack my chest, sucking at my nipples and biting down to enhance the overwhelming feeling going through my body.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it.” He groans and thrusts incredibly fast up into me before he roars my name and I feel his release flood into me.
I collapse on top of him, and his arms wrapped lovingly around my back.
“I love you,” he whispered, sighing contentedly with his face in my hair.
“I love you too.” I smiled as I rested my head against his chest.
It was the perfect way to truly begin the rest of our lives together.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kieron
“Hello?” I answer my phone that won’t fucking stop ringing, waking me up from a nap with Talia in my arms. These fuckers have the worst timing. She startled, moving instinctively closer to me. I loved that she did that, always subconsciously looking to me for comfort and protection.
I’ve always wanted this. And I’m beyond happy that I finally have it.
“Kieron, you’re needed at headquarters. Now.” My father’s voice wakes me up pretty quickly.
“What’s happened?”
“We have some new information about the Garzino’s and you’re needed here.” He says.
“Understood.”
“You’re expected in ninety minutes.” And he hung up. It was frustrating, this life. Always having to follow orders, no questions asked but now that I was the Second, I expected a bit more communication. I’d earned it after all.
“What did he want?” Talia asks, her voice sleepy and struggling to wake up.
Both of us had finally fucking relaxed and fallen asleep in the middle of the day. Napping isn’t a thing that I ever do, always working, always on guard, but together, we just fell asleep.
It was a bit astounding really. I hadn’t fallen asleep that easily since I could remember. And I know that Talia’s always had a rough time sleeping ever since the abuse started with Luca.
“How’d you know who it was?” I turned over and pulled her in closer and kissed her neck.
“I mean, you’re tone of voice changes a lot when you talk to your dad, especially when it’s about official Clan business.” She yawned.
“My dad said I need to get to Headquarters. I’m assuming shit has hit the fan with the Garzinos. I’ve got to get ready.” I say, hugging her in closer before getting out of the bed and pulling on a fresh t-shirt. “You should come with me.”
“But I don’t wanna,” she whined, flipping over in to look me in the eye. “Can’t I just stay here?”
“Are you sure?” It’s a long drive and I’m sure she wouldn’t be able to join the meeting, but I still wasn’t totally comfortable with leaving her all alone. Especially when I would be so far away.
“This is our house, our safe house. I’ll be fine. You don’t think you’ll be overnight, will you?” She sits up, bringing the thin knit blanket with her. She just looks so fucking cute; hair tangled with sleep, makeup free, wearing one of my shirts that’s swimming on her, and her eyes puffy from sleep.
I lean over and kiss her lips softly. “No, baby. I’ll make sure I won’t stay overnight.”
“Then I’ll be good here. I’ll stay in bed and binge something, then cook us some dinner and be in bed waiting for you when you get home.”
“Wearing nothing I hope.” I bite my lower lip and smirk.
“You’ll have to wait and see. Husband.” She teases me back and pulls the collar of my shirt to bring me in closer for another kiss.
We’re getting carried away so I pull back suddenly, shaking my head to clear the arousal threatening to take over.
“I have to go now otherwise I’ll need to take a cold shower.”
“You won’t need a cold shower, I’ll take care of you.” She says and I have to bite back another groan.
“I really do have to go.” I say, kissing her one more time lightly.
“Be safe, be home soon.” She says with a smile and lays back down, pulling the blanket up under her chin. A caveman sense of pride washes over me at seeing my woman wrapped up in my bed.
“As soon as I can. Wife.” I smile. She sits up and smiles back at me, a megawatt smile that lights up her whole face before I have to force myself to leave the room.
* * *
“He called you in too, huh?” I said, slamming my car door shut and see both Trent and Bryan doing the same.
“Yeah, we just got the call.” Bryan said.
That set off warning bells. Not only did my father call me in after giving me a few sanctioned days off, but he also called in two deep undercover agents after we just had the first battle with the Italians.
“This feels wrong.” Trent said ominously.
“Let’s go see what he wants,” I say, making my way to the elevator up to Kellan’s office.
“The call won’t go through.” Bryan said, holding his phone to his ear.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow lunge for Trent and I push him away, landing a solid blow to the masked figure. Figures dressed in all black with ski masks on surround the three of us and attack.
Trent, Bryan and I form a circle, keeping our backs together as we take on at least three guys each. We give as good as we get and I’m pleased when I see the unconscious or dead bodies littering the floor. My knuckles were screaming, but I welcomed the pain.
Whoever formed this attack clearly wasn’t counting on the three of us being such good fighters because hit after hit, man after man, I could see in their eyes the shock and surprise that the three of us were still standing.
Trent already was bruising; his pale skin showing every mark on his face he received and his eyebrow and lip were both split, bleeding profusely.
Bryan was fairing a bit better as he was much better at blocking than Trent was, but he was clearly favoring his right side, covering his ribs as he fought. He had a cut at his hairline and half his face was covered in blood. Head wounds always bled the most.
I was sure I looked just as bad. My right eye was already swelling shut and one of the fuckers had gotten a decent blow in on my collarbone so each punch was especially painful.
Body after body fell before it was just one masked man remaining.
“Go check on Skipper. Call in the squad and have them sweep for others. I’ll take care of him.” I order and Bryan runs off with a nod.
“Now,” I say with a snarl, turning all my anger and rage to the one lone guy. “Who the fuck do you work for?”
He couldn’t possibly be the man in charge, I could see the fear in his eyes as he tried and failed to hide it. He didn’t say anything, but put his hands up in a fighting stance.
“I’d answer him if I was you. He’s not exactly known for his patience towards assholes who attack him.” Trent said, crossing his arms. “Then again, neither am I.”
The guy stayed quiet, just waiting.
“Fine.” I snapped and threw out the first punch messily, giving the guy enough time to deflect if and return with a punch of his own. When he did, I grabbed his hand, twisted and pulled him into a choke hold while trapping his other hand behind his back and Trent pulled the mask off.
“Joseph.” Trent said roughly. “You weaselly little fucker.”
My heart seems to simultaneously stop and eat even harder in my chest.
He has a cheeky fucking grin on his face, like the cat that got the cream, and it sets me on edge. His skin was clear of bruising so he must have just hidden while the rest of his team did the dirty work.
Like a coward.
“What do you want?” I snap, my hand going to his throat. He didn’t even flinch, didn’t move to protect himself whatsoever.
I felt my hackles raise, and my eyes narrow.
He wasn’t here to hurt us or take us back to the Garzinos…he was there to send a message.
One that I’d fucked up.
“Nothing more than to see the look on your face when you figure it out.” He says with a cocky grin. “Figure out you’ve left her all alone. Figure out that it was me who you wasted these precious seconds on. Call it payback for knocking me out.”
