Spend tonight with me and I'll prove to you that you have nothing to be jealous of.
Those are the words stuck in my head all evening.
I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't even go to see Killian. I promised Lucy that I would stay with her. I have a feeling that even though she likes it here, she doesn't feel at home here. And what I fear the most is that she isn't feeling safe here.
I pushed all thoughts away and looked at Lucy, who was curled up next to me with Odin at her feet.
I slowly pulled off the cover and stood up. "Watch her." I whispered to Odin who raised his head at my movement.
I carefully closed the door so as not to wake her and headed to the kitchen for water.
Halfway through I realized that all I had to do was go to the bathroom and drink from the sink, but since I already got up.
As I walked past Killian's office, I saw a light coming from behind the half-open door.
Don't go there, Lyssa. It's a bad idea. Just go get some water and return to Lucy.
If these are my thoughts, can anyone tell me why the hell am I walking right up to the door and knocking on it?
As I opened the door, I saw Killian behind the desk. He looked up at me and smiled when he noticed it was me. "Why are you not sleeping?"
"Why aren't you?" I walked up to him to see what he was working on at such an hour.
"Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you." He laughed, and when I was close enough to him, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a chair behind him. "Hi." He kissed me when I was already sitting on him.
"Hi." I laughed. "And no, I wouldn't believe you. I see these papers." With my right hand I reached for what I thought were papers, but they were photos. And not the kind I wanted to see at night before going to bed. "If this is anything like porn for others, we need to have a serious conversation." I held up one of the photos. "What the hell is this?" I frowned.
"I'm pretty sure that's a piece of leg."
"You dont say." I rolled my eyes and took another photo from the table. Another limb, awesome.
There were dozens if not hundreds of them around the table. Legs, hands, genitals, entrails and everything possible. It was brutal. To make matters worse, each head had an inscription on it. On the forehead more precisely.
"So you're going to explain it to me or I'm supposed to guess it. And take note that whatever I guess will make me take Lucy and run away right this second."
"I actually need your opinion on this. Would you form an alliance with someone who did this?" He nodded his head at the table.
"Yes." I answered immediately. "If one person did this, you don't want to have that person against you."
"Hmm." He looked around the table and thought. "Do you speak Russian?"
"Konechno znayu, kak vy dumayete, kto ya takoy?" (Of course I do, who do you think I am?)
"I have no idea what you said, but it sounded sexy." He grabbed my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me again and I had to pull away for him to stop.
"Why do you ask?" I laughed.
"I didn't look at those photos properly when they first came into my hands. Now I notice these inscriptions." He reached for a bunch of photos with heads on them.
I won't sleep at all today, great.
"I don't know their translation." He handed them to me. "Can you help me?"
"What do I get for this?" I tried my luck.
He leaned down to my ear and touched the sensitive skin on it with his lips. "For every word you translate, you get an orgasm."
That is more than enough for me.
"Ubiytsy means murderers." I read from the first male head. "Golovorez should mean thug." I folded another to the back before picking up a new one. "I guess Obidchik is an abuser? Murderer. Murderer. Murderer." I was skipping photos with the same inscriptions and noticed that there were also women amongst men. "Most of them are the same then. And the last one is....pokhititel', a kidnapper." I put the photos back on the table and wrapped my arms around Killian's neck. "Now about those orgasms." I smiled.
"So it could have been revenge for something they did?" He ignored my wishes.
"It seems so." I shrugged my shoulders. "If management knew about him, they would have hired him even if he was a man. Which I assume he is. Did a man or a woman do it?"
"A guy. And I'm wondering if I should meet him or not."
"I'd say leave it at that for now. Get more information about him, think about your options, consider what might happen and then make a decision."
"Sounds easy when you say it." He exhaled heavily. "If I screw something up, it could lead to a war between us and the Russian mafia. I've managed to run everything smoothly so far. I really don't need them to start right now." He removed his hands from my hips and ran them over his face. "There's a lot going on now."
"Your life was easier without me in it, huh?" I laughed nervously.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Mainly for your own good." He grabbed my hips again and looked into my eyes. That intense eye contact almost made me look away from him. "Meeting you was one of the best things that have ever happened to me. And when I'm around you, I feel myself. I feel..."
"Alive." I finished for him.
"Exactly." He moved his hand to my cheek. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Promise me I'll never have to lose you. Promise me you'll stay here with Lucy after all this. If not right here, at least in New York. I got used to seeing your face and hearing your laugh every day. And just the thought of losing you destroys me. I've never felt the way I feel for you. No woman has made me feel what you do. I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose you."
I slowly bent my head towards him and leaned my forehead against him. "I don't want to lose you either." I said with my eyes closed.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words from your mouth." Before I could try to say anything else, he pulled me closer by the back of my neck and connected our lips.
It was different. A slow kiss. As if we have all the time in the world.
I never want to let her go. I want to hold her until the end of the world.
I think I love her. But how can I know for sure? I know sibling love, but not the romantic kind of love. I've never experienced that.
"Killian." She pulled away from me. "I need you to..."
"What do you need me to do?"
"To close the door."
Without another word, I lifted her by the hips and stood up. I put her on my chair and straightened up. I hurried to the door, which I closed and went back to her.
I placed my hands on the supports beside her body and noticed how she pressed her thighs together.
I lightly kissed her lips, cheek and the weak spot on her neck, after which a soft moan came out of her mouth. I smiled into her skin and slid my hand to the elastic on the sweatpants she was wearing. I slowly started to pull them down until I had them over her ass and down to her ankles.
When I raised my hand back up, I bumped into her naked body.
She was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt the entire time.
I kissed her neck one last time before dropping to my knees in front of her and parting her thighs wide.
I think I saw her blush out of the corner of my eye as I looked closely between her legs.
I don't think I'll ever get enough of this view.
I lowered my head to her thigh leaving a wet trail of kisses on it. I looked up at her and noticed she was looking at me intently while biting her lower lip.
I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me which made her squeal. I spread her thighs even wider and buried my head between them.
Lyssa held her breath as my tongue made contact with her insides. She arched her back and tilted her head back.
I moved the hand I had on her right knee, which I was holding so she wouldn't bring her knees together, under my tongue. I entered her with two fingers and moved my tongue to her clitoris.
Moans escaped her mouth as I slowly moved my fingers inside her.
After a while I added a third which made her tangle her fingers in my hair. She held me firmly in place, as if she thought I would go away somewhere and leave her here like this.
There's no way I'd do something like that unless I wanted to punish her for something.
She tried to press her thighs together when she was close. She started to move her pelvis towards me, asking for more.
She was close, and I could feel it as she began to clench around my fingers and moan my name.
With the last scream, she reached an orgasm, which I later felt on my tongue, and not just on my fingers.
When I slowly pulled away from her, she was still throbbing between her legs. I moved up to her face and kissed her, still with her orgasm on my lips. I let her taste herself. I wanted her to know how good she tasted.
"There were what? Twelve words? I believe I owe you eleven more orgasms." I smiled.
"Right now?" She said, still slightly out of breath.
"Anytime you want." I kissed her again. "And any way you want them. It's up to you." I pushed a strand of hair away from her face. "But for today you'd better go back to bed with Lucy. Before she wakes up and comes looking for you."
"Okay." She exhaled heavily. "But can I at least get another kiss before I go?"
I kissed her again without hesitation and didn't pull away until I needed to catch my breath. "You never have to ask me that. These lips are just for you. And so am I. Take what you want, whenever you want."
"I'll take your word for it." She laughed.
How I love that sound.
And how much I love her.
*
I was sitting on a high stool at the edge of the bar when a guy that Simon had introduced me to a few months ago sat down next to me. Leonel Martin.
I knew Simon was in dangerous circles from the moment I met him. Whether they were drug dealers, weapons dealers or something worse.
"What do you want for me to have full custody of my siblings?" I spoke first.
Without saying a word, he placed a photo of a man in his forties in front of me.
"What about him?"
"Make sure he doesn't show up in front of me again."
"Who's this?"
"No one important." He shrugged. "Just a pawn in someone's game. I need him to go away. I don't care how you do it. Bring me proof that he's dead and I'll see to it that you have your siblings."
"And if I get caught?"
"Make sure that doesn't happen if you want your siblings." He got up from his chair and started walking away.
My gaze fell on a photo of a guy. I have to do it. I can't back out of it.
"You look like you need a drink." A woman appeared in front of me and placed a glass of what looked like whiskey, on the bar.
"I don't drink."
"So what the hell are you doing in a bar?" She laughed. "Tap water isn't good enough for you to be here for."
"Do you know this guy?" I turned the photo towards her.
"Of course. Old Jack. Why? Looking for him?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Does he have a family?" I ignored her other questions.
"Old Jack?" She snorted. "He wouldn't get a woman into bed even if he paid her."
The fact that he has no family does not give me the right to kill him. But if I have to choose my family or him....my choice is clear.
"I'm Zoe, by the way." She smiled.
"Thank you for the info." I stood up and grabbed a photo from the bar before walking out the door without another word.
If I do this, there's no going back. But if I don't do it, I might lose everything I care about.
I don't want to lose my family. That's my decision.
Whatever it takes.
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