“There’s one other option.”
Gabriel grunted. “I know what you’re going to say. I’m not going to Killough.”
“He could help, yes, but I wasn’t thinking about Sloan. The Folliero crime family has a new boss in charge. Elio.”
“I know, I’ve heard about him. Everyone thinks he’s weak.”
“The kid has more guts than Toscani had,” Ardan muttered. He’d met Elio a few times and the guy had steel balls, ready to act in retaliation whenever he needed to. He controlled his own business like a professional, and he’d proven his worth plenty of times already. Even Sloan was impressed by him. “We see Elio and tell him the Giordanos’s plans. Make good with them. It’s better to be on their side in this war than the Giordanos’s, Gabe. Sloan can put protection on your family twenty-four seven, no matter how many men it takes.”
“And why would Killough do that?”
“Because you’ll come work with him. I’m good, but I’m one person, and there’s a lot of criminals who think they can outsmart Sloan. It’s better to have two well-trained killers on his team than one.”
Gabriel hesitated and then sighed. “If he can guarantee my family’s safety, I’ll work for him.”
“Let me make a few calls. As soon as we get to New York, we’ll need to contact Elio, chat with him, and tell him everything.” Ardan shifted in closer to Gabriel and cupped his cheek. “We’ll sort this out.”
Gabriel opened his mouth and then shut it again. He nodded and pressed his lips against Ardan’s in a brief kiss that made Ardan crave more. Ardan knew it was Gabriel’s way of saying thank you.
Nodding, Ardan tugged his phone from his jacket and went to work making some calls to powerful people.
Ardan spent the night with Gabriel and being so close to each other resulted in some early morning fucking before Gabriel paid his hotel bill and they left. They took a plane back to New York City and when they arrived at JFK, a driver sent by Sloan was waiting for them. After he’d put their suitcases in the trunk, they settled into the back of the Alfa Romeo that had a privacy screen between them and the driver, as well as tinted windows so no one could see inside.
The driver, Ardan knew him as Gregory, slid down the screen and turned to them. “Where would you like to go, sir?” he asked in a thick Irish accent. Ardan wondered how Sloan chose which people to import specifically for jobs here. He knew it had something to do with their backgrounds, and Ardan had no doubt Gregory was some kind of tech whiz who got caught and ended up in prison. Men in these sorts of positions had yet to prove their worth in the Killough Company.
He was a cute guy, probably around twenty-five at the most, with thick black glasses and a mole on his pale cheek. His light blond hair was stuffed under a black hat that someone would expect a driver to wear.
Ardan leaned back into the leather seats of the car. “We’d like to go to Elio Folliero’s home on Carnegie Hill.”
Gregory nodded and turned in his seat, the privacy screen sliding back up to block their sight of him, and the car started forward, taking them into the lines of traffic at the airport. Ardan stared out the dark tinted, bullet proof windows, made specifically for Sloan’s company.
“Is this plan going to work?” Gabriel asked from beside Ardan.
Ardan looked at him with a grin. “You don’t trust me.”
“Three weeks ago you were trying to kill me.” Gabriel’s mouth quirked in amusement.
“That’s true. Sloan already has men on your family, protecting them without them being aware. He’s found the best contractors money can buy. Elio said he’d meet with us. If he wanted you dead, he wouldn’t have agreed to hear you out.” Ardan nudged him. “I’d say in this traffic, we have an hour’s drive. Whatever will we do during that time?”
Gabriel spread his legs and waved at the floor in front of him. “I kept this space for you.”
Ardan rolled his eyes. “How charming of you. I’ve never met a gentleman with such manners.”
“I don’t have all day, Murphy.” Gabriel raised his eyebrows and brushed his dark hair back off his forehead. Mischief danced in the brown depths of his eyes, along with a desire that had Ardan’s limbs tensing in excitement. He knew what was about to come, but when Gabriel let out a harsh breath at the same time as even harsher words, the reaction was stronger than even Ardan imagined. “Get on your knees. Now.”
Ardan inwardly gasped, forcing himself not to do it out loud. He unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled across to Gabriel’s side, settling between Gabriel’s spread legs. The suit he wore today was charcoal and gave him an even more powerful appearance. He looked like a god in human clothing.
Ardan smirked up at him and licked his lips as he leaned forward, unzipping Gabriel’s pants slowly. He took his time, gaze shooting up to check Gabriel’s reaction, hoping for something more. He got what he wanted when Gabriel grabbed a chunk of his hair, tugging his head back and taking over the unzipping. Pulling out his already hard cock, Gabriel tapped it against Ardan’s lips.
“Don’t make me wait. I’m a patient man, Ardan, but not when it comes to this. To you. Open your mouth.”
Ardan did as he was ordered, letting his lips part for the invasion of Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel held no lenience, he just fucked into Ardan’s mouth as though on a mission. The first jab got the back of Ardan’s throat and he gagged, but Gabriel didn’t pull back. Not this time. He worked himself into Ardan’s mouth like Ardan’s sole purpose was to please him. With one hand curled in Ardan’s hair and the other yanking at his jaw, Gabriel had complete control over him.
Ardan’s own cock jerked in the confines of his underwear, pleased with this turn of events, and pleasure curled in his stomach, hot and wild. The best part of this was Ardan letting go, no longer in charge of what was happening to him, and the thought sent another heated wave of need through him. Gabriel did dominance so well—too well.
Gabriel jerked his hips forward, panting as he shoved his cock in Ardan’s mouth deeper. He leaned his flushed face backward, eyelashes fluttering closed, and every time Ardan choked, he patted him on the cheek.
The taste of precum landed on his tongue, teased him for what was about to come, and he craved it. Wanted it so badly it hurt. His balls felt heavy, stomach clamped so tightly he was scared he’d explode. Between the hold Gabriel had on his head and chin, and the feeling of being choked by his thickness, Ardan didn’t know how much longer he’d last, and he hadn’t even touched himself.
