The holy trinity series, p.25
The Holy Trinity Series, page 25
“No,” I clarified. “But we’re not planning each other’s murder either. Or…at least, I stopped fantasizing different ways to kill her last night.”
“I do believe he’s trying to woo her,” Luca jumped in, and he got another middle finger from me.
Nix looked over at him. “Woo? Really, Luca?”
Luca shrugged a shoulder. “I thought it sounded politer than just saying he wants to fuck her.”
“Stop,” I demanded, my hand up. “Robbie doesn’t get talked about like that. Yes, I want her in my bed, but until she is, don’t refer to her as a fuck.”
Nix turned that hazel gaze back towards me. “But once she gets there, it’s okay?” He let out a deep sigh. “You don’t make any damn sense, Ciro.”
My drink was gone in one fucking swallow. “I just meant…right now it sounds disrespectful to discuss her in such a manner. Once we’re together, it’ll sound more…teasingly. I mean…you know…”
Phoenix dropped his six-two frame back down on the couch. “Holy shit. You really like her,” he uttered in shock. “She’s going to be your first girlfriend ever, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I bit out, uncomfortable with his shock. I wasn’t a monster, after all.
Well…relatively speaking, I wasn’t.
“Look-” My phone rang, cutting me off. When I pulled it out and looked at the name flashing across the screen, my back straightened. I answered, “Mancini.”
“Two guys just left her house,” Marco said into the phone. Even though Luca had put eyes on Robbie the night of Frankie’s kidnapping, I had put Marco on her fulltime last night after I left her place. I had also called Sal and put him on the task of finding out who Gary and Merrick were. I hadn’t heard from him yet, but that was because I told him not to come to me until he had everything possible on both men. If they had a pet, I wanted the name of that pet, the day it was born, and if its shots were all up to date.
“What did they look like?” The second I asked that question, I could sense Luca and Phoenix tense up even though they weren’t right next to me.
“Average height. Short one with red hair. Taller one with dark blonde hair. Both built like they can handle themselves. And they drove a black Nissan sedan. I have the plate numbers I can text you,” he answered.
“What else?”
“They knocked, and she let them in,” Marco replied. “The entire visit lasted maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. They left out the front door, but I didn’t see her. She didn’t walk them out.”
Fear gripped all four black chambers of my heart. “What do you mean you didn’t see her?” I asked, my voice cold and devoid of the emotion threatening to take me under.
“As soon as they turned the corner, I drove around and made my way through a couple of backyards before I approached the back of her house. I looked inside, and she was in the kitchen make coffee or tea or something.”
“I’m on my way,” I told him. “If she leaves, call me.”
“Sure thing, Boss,” he said before hanging up.
“What’s going on?”
I looked at Nix. “Gary and Merrick just left her place,” I told him.
“I thought she wasn’t scheduled to meet with them until tomorrow,” Luca remarked.
“She wasn’t,” I confirmed. “I gotta go.”
“Do you want us to come with you?” Luca asked.
“No,” I answered. “She’s still…intimidated by us, I think. If we all show up, she might shut down.”
“Call us if you need anything,” Nix said, knowing I’d made up my mind. I nodded and walked out of the drawing room.
I made it to Cedar Creek in less than an hour.
Chapter 16
Roberta~
It didn’t matter that I knew the box wasn’t here. I started searching my house top to bottom again.
Gary and Merrick’s visit opened my eyes to just what I was doing when I made that stupid, stupid phone call and talked with Phoenix. I had convinced myself that I wasn’t involving Frankie if I was just asking her husband some questions, but she was involved now, inadvertently, through her brother.
I had promised Ciro that I was going to drive to Morgan City and tell Frankie everything, but I couldn’t do it. I needed to distance myself from them until I found that box or found a way to distance myself from Gary and Merrick. It crossed my mind to run and go back to Missouri, but something told me it wouldn’t be too difficult for Gary and Merrick to hunt me down. I needed a way out of Randy’s mess and my mind was drawing blanks.
I had every piece of clothing I owned scattered on the floor of my bedroom and every drawer pulled out, examining each piece as if there was a hidden latch or note on it somewhere.
I was losing my mind.
I was so engrossed in my madness, I hadn’t heard the front door open. I hadn’t heard the heavy footsteps that echoed across my house. I hadn’t sensed any danger as a lone figure took up the entire width of my bedroom door.
I’d been blind to everything but finding that damn box.
“What in the fuck are you doing?”
I screamed, the drawer in my hand flying through the air, as I turned towards the voice. Ciro was standing just inside my bedroom, taking in the scene before him.
I got to my feet, my heart still slamming in my ribs, but no longer dying of fright. “What are you doing here?”
“Answer me,” he demanded. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I cried a bit hysterically. “I’m looking for that stupid box!”
He walked farther into the room, trying not to step on my clothes, but it was no use. I had shit everywhere. “I thought you already looked through the house?”
“I did,” I replied frantically. “I did. But…Ciro, I need to find that box.”
He glanced around the room but decided to set the issue of my insanity aside for the moment. “What did Gary and Merrick want, Robbie?”
My eyes widened in shock.
And then they closed in recognition of just how stupid I was.
Of course, he’d have someone watching me. The Holy Trinity has probably been watching me ever since the night of the kidnapping.
God, I’m such a goddamn idiot.
When I didn’t answer fast enough, Ciro repeated his question, “What did they want, Robbie?”
I sighed in resignation. “They wanted to know what you were doing here last night,” I replied honestly, too damn tired to play games.
Ciro straightened to his full height. “What?”
“Look, I don’t know who they are or…who they hang out with, but they said word got back to them that you were here last night,” I told him. “They wanted to know why. They wanted to know if your visit had anything to do with the box they’re looking for.”
He stood towering over me, his arms crossed over his chest. “What did you tell them?”
There was no way he could miss the flush of awkwardness that covered my face. I silently wondered how many times I was going to humiliate myself in front of this man.
Screw it.
I wrung my hands together. “I told them that…that a few months ago you were passing through town and stopped to eat at Brighton.” He lifted a brow but didn’t interrupt. “I…I told them that we ended up having sex in the restaurant bathroom and then came to my place.” I shrugged a shoulder trying to wave some of my embarrassment off. “I told them you…must have been driving through town again and you stopped by for…a quickie.”
The seconds of silence that followed my story were loud as hell. The tick in his jaw was the only indication that he heard me.
When I couldn’t stand his scrutiny any longer, I blurted out, “It’s the only thing I could think of on the fly. I mean, what else could I say besides the truth?”
“So, you thought the best course of action was to turn yourself into a whore as a way of a believable explanation?” he bit out through clenched teeth.
My mouth gaped and my eyes almost bugged out of my head.
Once I got past my shock, my voice was full-blown fishwife status. “Are you kidding me, right now?” I shook my head in absolute disbelief. “I’ve been cast the whore since the night I first saw you,” I reminded him. “I was a whore at Frankie’s when you had voiced your concern that, if you killed me, the trash in Cedar Creek wouldn’t have any easy pussy to fuck.” He growled but didn’t stop my rant. “I was a whore when you hauled me out of my car and felt me up on the side of the street for anyone to see. And let’s not forget last night.” My voice was reaching levels of hysterical anger that I’d never thought possible. “I definitely played the whore when I let you stick your fingers inside me and mark me like it was your right!”
His arms dropped and Ciro stepped forward until we were practically touching. “It was my right,” he snarled, further spinning my thoughts out of control.
“What?”
Ignoring my obvious spiral into irrationality, Ciro’s mouth crashed down on mine and it was over for me.
Absolutely. Over.
I was done trying to figure him out. I was done trying to figure me out. And I was definitely done trying to figure us out.
I threw my arms around Ciro’s neck and kissed him like it was my right. His arms tightened around my body and it was like we were trying to crawl into each other. I ignore my sore body as we couldn’t get close enough. And if he performed a disappearing act like he did last night, I was going to kill him. And I broke away from the kiss to let him know it.
“Ciro-”
“Tell me you want me, Robbie,” he said, beating me to it. “Tell you fucking want this. No doubts and no fucking morning-after regret. I’m not going to fuck you only to be cast as the villain tomorrow.”
I couldn’t think. A single kiss had me so overwhelmed with lustful greed, I couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want me to blame him in the morning, but why would I?
“I want you,” I said, giving him what he asked for. “I want this, Ciro.”
His hands gripped the side of my face and his lips were back on mine as he walked me back towards the bed. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and clothes started flying off. It wasn’t until my hands pushed off Ciro suit jacket that reality reminded me of who he really was.
Ciro had a holster over his shoulders with a gun secured on either side of his body. And I was more surprised that a few kisses were enough to make me forget who he was, rather than seeing the guns on his person. I briefly wondered if this was what it was like for Frankie when Phoenix undressed for her.
Ciro must have noticed me gawking at his firearms because he lifted a brow. “Does this bother you?” he asked hesitantly.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Are you sure?” Before I could answer, he continued, “It’s very important that you tell me if my weapons bother you, Robbie.”
Why?
Instead of getting into to a debate about anti-guns/pro-guns, I just shook my head again. “They don’t bother me.”
“Good,” he remarked then started removing his guns from their little homes. I stood against the edge of the bed as I watched in heated fascination as Ciro set his guns and holster on the dresser adjacent to my bed. It was a small decorative dresser, so the guns looked huge sitting on top.
It wasn’t until I felt Ciro’s hand slide into my hair that my eyes flew back to his. He actually had a look on concern on his face, and that proved to be my undoing. I threw myself at the man like a bona fide floozy. And it was like I had no idea what the word ‘shame’ meant when I pushed his white dress shirt off his massive shoulders and was met with a sight that only belonged on airbrushed magazine covers and calendars.
Ciro Mancini was built like an ancient warrior. He was cut in a way that took a discipline not many people could commit to. He had tattoos on both biceps, and they looked to be symbols of some sort. I looked up at him, awe and appreciation written all over my face. “What are those?”
“They’re the fighting disciplines I’m proficient at,” he explained carelessly. He wasn’t interested in discussing his tattoos, and I didn’t blame him. I really wasn’t interested in them right now either. I just got caught up in how magnificent this man was.
I left bashfulness and timidity at the door. “I’m dying here, Ciro.”
He smirked in what could only be complete confidence. “What do you need, Robbie?”
Before he asked me that direct question, I wouldn’t have known where to begin. But with those five simple words, I knew exactly what I wanted.
I wanted Ciro Mancini.
I stared into his golden eyes and no longer cared what he thought about my sexual proclivities. “I want to taste you,” I told him honestly. Ciro closed his eyes and let out a deep moan. When he opened them, they were filled with a fire I was afraid I could get addicted to looking at.
Without another word, the hand in my hair tangled into a fist, and he pushed me to my knees.
It was the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done to me.
My hands flew to the front of his slack and I unbuttoned and unzipped him with a desperation that probably wasn’t healthy. Ciro kept my hand tangled in my hair as I freed him and, for a split-second, I feared I was in over my head. The man was thick and long, and the warm weapon, now in my hand, seemed too much to handle by a mere mortal.
I looked at him, questions clouding my up my eyes. “Ciro…”
“Open up that smartass mouth, Robbie,” he said superciliously, touching his dick to my lips “Suck my dick, baby.”
I looked back down and did as he asked. I opened to his warm steel and it barely fit inside my mouth. I circled the base with my hand and my fingers couldn’t touch. The anticipation of how wide he was going to stretch me was both thrilling and worrisome.
Ciro groaned and I disregarded all thoughts other than pleasing this man with my mouth. I took him as far back as I could and used my hand to encase what I couldn’t swallow. However, that still left an inch or two and the power of his size had my mouth going up and down like the goddamn stock exchange.
His other hand joined the one already in my hair, and he held fast as he pumped his hips and drove his cock into my mouth. “That’s it,” he breathed out. “Take that dick, baby.”
Time cease to exist as moans from both of us filled the silence and drops of his release started to hit my taste buds. I wasn’t sure how long I was on my knees in front of this man before he warned, “Robbie, baby, I’m going to cum.” I kept sucking and moaning and slobbering all over him. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste him.
All of him.
A few seconds later, his hands pulled tight and spurts of his cum slid down my throat. I swallowed every drop and didn’t stop gorging on his cock until he pulled it out of my mouth.
I looked up and he looked predatory. “My turn.”
Chapter 17
Ciro~
The woman almost brought me to my knees.
Her lips and that smartass fucking mouth of her were the best things that have ever been wrapped around my dick and that’s saying something. I’ve had countless blowjobs in my life. I’ve had women made up to perfection on their knees in front of me. I’ve had them swallow me whole. I’ve had every fucking blowjob you could probably think of.
But this woman?
This confused, problematic, spaztastic mess, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt with no makeup on and her hair a loose, chocolate mess around her motherfucking beautiful face was, by far, the best thing to ever happen to my dick.
Robbie sucked my cock, not like she wanted to land me, not like she wanted the bragging rights that she sucked off Ciro Mancini, not like she was wanted to please me, but like sucking my dick was going to make her cum.
She took my cock in her mouth and down her throat like it was pleasurable for her, and I wanted nothing more than to return the favor.
I kicked off my shoes, toes off my socks, and let my pants and boxers fall the rest of the way off. I was completely naked in front of her, and she wasn’t shy about letting her appreciation for my body shine through those russet orbs of hers.
I reached for her shorts and Robbie stood there, letting me undress her. I grabbed the waistband along with her panties and pulled them both down her smooth, soft legs. Next, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Robbie stood before me in just her bra with her delicate trimmed triangle temping me from below.
I couldn’t help the half-grin on my lips as I reached around to her back to unclasp her blue lace. “I’ve been wanting to see your big tits since that night at Frankie’s,” I admitted to her. “I’ve dreamt about having them in my mouth.” The garment fell away, and I wanted her to walk around shirtless for the rest of our days. “I’ve fantasized about splashing ropes of my cum all over them.” I filled my hands with her impressive tits, and she let out the sexiest moan to ever hit my ears. I seized her hips, lifted her in the air, and tossed her ass on the bed. Before she could object by my less than graceful actions, I covered her body with mine.
Robbie automatically spread her legs to accommodate me, and I’d never felt so…content being anywhere else.
I braced my weight on my elbows and looked down at the woman who was doing a hell of a job driving me to distraction. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her eyes were clouded with lust. Her cheeks were flushed with desire. Her lips were swollen from sucking my dick. And her hands were moving over my jaw and neck, never stopping.
Roberta Regal was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I was hit with realization and shock at how quickly I was falling for this pain in the ass. I touched my lips to her collarbone, fear that I might blurt out shit that didn’t need to be blurted out. We were about to do the most intimate thing two people could do, but we still didn’t trust each other.
I kissed my way down until I stopped at those magnificent tits that have been haunting my dreams. They were big, heavy, and soft to the touch. I had big hands, but I still couldn’t gather them in my hands completely. As I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, imagines of fucking her tits danced in my mind. I pictured my dick surrounded by the soft flesh and a growl erupted from my throat as I pictured pulling on my shit until ropes and ropes of my cum splattered across them. As I tasted her and lavished attention on both her glorious hills, I realized I wanted Robbie to be what I accused her of. But I wanted her to play my whore more than anything. I wanted her to let me do filthy things to her. If I wanted to suck on her tits in the middle of the goddamn sidewalk in broad daylight, I wanted her to let me. I wanted her to never deny me access to her incredible body.
