“Run it. I’m not leaving the island anytime soon.”
He chuckles. “Enjoying the honeymoon?”
“Fuck you.”
My eyes drop to her tits as she adjusts the top. Round, full, perfect. Those pretty pink nipples I want in my mouth right now. My cock is already straining against my pants.
Andreas laughs again. "The Colombians are getting impatient. Reyes called twice yesterday. He's making noise about renegotiating the split."
"Let him make noise. He renegotiates when I say he can."
"I told him that. He didn't love it." Andreas pauses. "He also asked where you were. I told him you were handling something personal. He's fishing, Kairo. He knows you're off the grid."
"Good, let him wonder. No one can know I am married, not yet, not until she is ready to stand beside me.”
"And Castellano's people were sniffing around the eastern corridor again. Two trucks, unmarked, running the coast road at three a.m. Could be nothing, but could be him testing the fence while you're gone."
Castellano.Victor fucking Castellano. The man who's been circling my territory for three years, waiting for me to slip. I file it but I don't bite, not today, not yet.
"Put eyes on it. If they cross the line, handle it. Don't call me unless there's a body."
"Understood." I hear him shift, a chair creaking, probably at his desk with his feet up because he has no fucking respect. "Now, your in-laws."
I sit up straighter. "Talk."
"Mario's been making calls. A lot of them, to people he shouldn't still have the number for. Old contacts, guys he burned bridges with years ago. He's rebuilding something or trying to."
"Rebuilding with what? I took everything worth taking."
"That's what worries me. A man with nothing left to trade starts trading people." He pauses, and I hear the shift in his tone, the one that means he's about to say something I won't like. "And Storm's been moving. Three meetings this month that don't match his usual pattern. Different parts of the city with people he doesn’t usually mingle with."
"Who?"
"Don't know yet. My guy lost him after the second one. The kid's getting smarter, or someone's teaching him to be."
I stare at the monitor. Summer is walking toward the pool now, the white bikini bright against her tanned skin. She has no idea what her family is doing, she probably thinks her brother misses her.
"Stay on Storm. I want to know who he's meeting and what he's selling because that little shit is always selling something."
"Already on it." Andreas is quiet for a beat before asking, "You good?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine, especially for someone who is on his honeymoon with a woman he’s been obsessing over for seven years.”
I’m not listening to his bullshit. "Goodbye, Andreas."
"Have fun with your obsession." He's still laughing when I hang up on him.
Summer is at the pool now and the cover-up is gone. She stands at the edge in that white bikini, hair loose down her back, the morning sun kissing every curve I claimed this morning. She dives in cleanly and starts swimming laps with strong, confident strokes. I lean back in my chair and watch her. She’s a good swimmer, really good. Another thing I know about her that she doesn’t know I know, is that her mother used to take her swimming every Saturday before she died. Summer was nine when she lost her, and after that, no one took her anywhere ever again.
Until now.
I want to show her the world, she deserves it. I just need her to not fight me every step of the way. She swims for twenty minutes, and when she eventually climbs out, the white bikini is almost completely see-through. I watch the water run down her body like liquid silk.
I’m rock hard.
I undo my belt and pull my cock out, it’s already leaking. I shouldn’t be doing this.I can have her whenever I want.But there’s something about watching her when she thinks she’s alone … when the walls are down, and she’s just Summer. I wrap my fist around my thick shaft and start stroking slowly as she dries herself. The towel glides over her tits, down her stomach, between her thighs, and my hand matches her pace. She wraps the towel around her waist and begins walking the perimeter of the pool deck. She’s mapping, her eyes flick to the cliff edge, calculating the drop. She scans the tree line, judging distance. Every few steps, she pauses, pretending to admire the view, but I see everything. My strokes get firmer, and precum leaks over my thumb.
