“The only thing I want is you.”
I placed the book down, snaking an arm around her waist and bending down to kiss her deeply. Her breath hitched before she kissed me back slowly, whimpering slightly. Fuck, I could do her all over again, but I had to give her a break and find fucking answers too. Forcing myself back, I looked her over, my eyes lingering on her tits.
“Thanks for the fucking coffee.” I took it from her grip, amused that she was blushing despite being naughty as fuck all night long.
“What are we looking for? I could help,” she suggested, ruffling her long locks.
“We’re looking for when the Black Storm Pack was founded and anything to do with events that took place around one hundred and fifty years ago,” I replied.
Nodding, she turned to the shelves, walked to the end, and began looking at the book names.Damn, I’m glad to have her back. Even if she didn’t have her memory of us, at least we had come together again. Another half an hour passed, and the dust was fucking pissing me off. We still hadn’t found any fucking answers.
“Uncle, it’s Ri.” I turned to see Rayhan holding his phone out. There was no connection in here, so I strode over to him.
“Nothing from Lola?”
“Not yet, but Ri was adamant about talking to you,” Rayhan replied, but it was obvious he wasn’t impressed.
“Oh, stop acting like I’m wasting your time. I’m offended.” Raihana’s voice came. I took the phone from Rayhan, looking at the screen where Raihana was seated on a sofa, giving me a small wave.
“What do you want?”
“That’s not a nice way to greet me, Uncle, especially when I’m here with information,” she replied, rolling her eyes as she admired her nails. “But if you don’t want to know… fine. I have better things to do with my time.”
“Alright, don’t be a damn diva. What the fuck do you know?”
“Ask nicely,” she replied, smirking.This woman…
Chris appeared from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders, and she tilted her head back to kiss him.
“I’m covered in fucking dust, and I’m pissed as fuck. Spill,” I growled.
“Please?” Ri persisted.
“Be nice,” Kiara whispered.
Her words made my heart fucking race. Be nice. Something she always fucking said to me. Turning back to the screen, I gave Raihana a cold glare.
“Please,” I growled, making Rayhan smirk.
“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Damn, that woman was fucking hard work. Kiara’s presence next to me was fucking calming.
“What do you know, Raihana?” Rayhan asked.
“I heard from Chris, who heard from Lola, that you were looking for the founding history of Black Storm. Well, you are in luck. Dad made me study it all.”
“You know the history of the Rossis settling in England?”
“Yes, as well as the controversial reasoning. Although I don’t know how true it is,” she replied. “The Rossis’ origins are from Italy. Alfonso Rossi was the bastard son of DeAngelo Rossi, the Alpha of the Lupo Nero Pack, a pack that was massacred by an enemy pack.” I frowned. I knew we didn’t have any other family out there, but I didn’t really care to research either.
“What enemy pack?”
“It didn’t actually say, just that DeAngelo Rossi had taken the Alpha’s daughter and claimed her as his own, making their enmity grow. She was one of the five women he had claimed over time. His original mate gave birth to a son and daughter, then the next two women he ended up killing in anger within months of taking them as his mistresses. His mate committed suicide, and he then took another chosen mate. This woman was Alfonso’s mother. However, he also ended up taking her life. It’s said that with each passing woman, he became more and more insane. DeAngelo then saw a woman at a pack meeting and, taking an interest in her, took her by force, making her his fifth woman, hence starting a war between the two packs. The Lupo Nero Pack managed to win the battle and destroy the other pack, but it cost them far too much. Alfonso was one of the rare survivors, along with his half-brother, the new alpha.” I frowned, as Raihana took a deep breath, fanning her face. “I need a drink, my throat is dry.”
Seriously, this woman. Did she take anything seriously? Remembering her pregnancy, I decided not to say anything. Fuck, I was becoming soft. How the fuck did that happen?
She smiled, holding an iced drink in her hand that she had picked up from the table, and took a sip.
