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My cock tightens at the look. Christ, she’s fucking beautiful.
“Funny,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “You’re all mouth and no action, Teagan. You want me to go, make me.” I slam my lips against hers and kiss her. My mouth moves over hers, and she stills beneath me. I devour her, and I’m just getting started.
She moans in the back of her throat, and her tongue slides against mine in a bold move. Her lips taste sweet like honey, and I want more of it. This isn't the kiss of a woman who has been with many men, but one who’s innocent. That’s okay, I can show her what to do. My cock thickens again. This is even better than I thought it would be.
The warmth of her palms against my chest causes my body to tremble with rage. She tries to push me away from her, but her efforts are futile. Her strength is no match for the mass of my body and the height difference between us. Her nails dig sharply into my skin, scraping over the ugliness of the scars that linger there. The memories come rushing back, and the anger boils inside me until I lash out.
“Don't fucking touch me!” I rage against the thought of her trying to clear away the marks her father left behind. No one is allowed to touch me.
Her hands drop and she stares at me with wide eyes, her lips parted and plump as hell. Fuck, I want to kiss them again. This woman is a fucking devil. I’m fighting everything in me. One minute I hate her, hate who she is and what she represents, and the next, I want her more than I need air.
I take a step backward. “Next time you leave the apartment, Teagan, take the cell and the money,” I snarl. “That bag’s for you.”
I move toward the exit, pissed that I lost my head and allowed her to get close to me. Let her touch me. I haven’t let anyone do that since it happened, and I won’t have her be the first. Her father is the reason the scars are there.
I hear her sharp intake of breath. “Jazzy,” she breathes.
I turn and see that she’s on her knees, the stuffed teddy in her arms, tears falling from her eyes. She brings the damn thing to her face and buries her head into it.
I swallow as I watch her body shake. I did the right thing in bringing it to her. But fuck… Why the hell does she affect me so much? Why the hell do her tears make me want to rip apart the world? This shouldn’t be happening. This isn’t how it was meant to be.
She’s my revenge, and yet every breath she takes, I can’t help but doubt myself.
She raises her head and looks at me. “Thank you,” she whispers, big fat tears rolling down her face. “I don’t remember my mom,” she tells me. “My dad never spoke about her, and he never had pictures. I don’t remember what she looks like. This was what I had when I arrived at the Demon’s clubhouse. It was something I had when I was with my mom. It’s the only thing I have from my time with her. So thank you.”
The elevator doors open, and I step into them, my gaze firmly on her. I have no idea what I’m going to do about her. One thing I do know is that revenge is still on my mind.
My cell rings the moment I step out of the elevator. I look down at the screen to see that it’s Rocco calling me.
“What’s up?” I ask, knowing that he wouldn’t be calling me at this time unless he needed something.
“Raul’s been hit,” he says, his words hard and filled with anger.
“How bad?” I demand.
He hesitates a beat, and I know what he’s going to say before he even says it. “He didn’t make it.”
“Who?” I want to know who the fuck killed my man.
“As of yet, we don’t know. He was at the club. We’re going to find out who did this, Elio, and when we do, there’s going to be war.”
“I’ve got calls to make,” I say, my jaw clenched. Christ. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. They took out one of my most trusted men, and in my sister’s club. They’re going to die for what they’ve done.
It’s time for the Gallo’s to make a statement. We don’t hide behind the Gallagher’s, and we don’t need anyone to fight our battles.
It’s time to turn up the heat and get dirty. I want the cunt who did this to be found by the morning.
TEN
ELIO
It’s been two weeks and we still have yet to uncover who killed Raul. I’m beyond pissed. I’m fucking furious that no one is coming forward, not even the informants we’ve had for a while. I have a suspicion as to who it is, but I can’t guarantee it, and until I know for certain, I can’t kill the Pakhan without proof.
The Albanian mafia have coexisted with not only the Famiglia, but also the Irish. They have silently gone on their way, their main industries being drugs, guns, and sex trafficking. Neither us nor the Irish touch the sex trafficking. It’s not who we are nor what we stand for. As we didn’t hone in on their turf, there’s been a silent understanding that we’ll coexist and not attack one another. It’s worked for most part, especially as they’ve focused more on their trafficking of women than the drugs we’ve been able to grow in Indiana. Now they’ve lost four of their top soldiers and they’re out for blood because Sergei Turgenev, the new Pakhan, has taken them out to try and reignite a decades long feud.
Ever since the Dirty Demons died, there have been different criminal organizations trying to take over what was essentially their turf. But they’re already too late. Between Hayden Gallagher and I, we’ve already taken it over. Our men have already worked the streets and now we’re selling our product there.
But the Russian Bratva are different from the criminals trying to earn a patch of turf. The Bratva don’t play well with others. They want everything for themselves. Not only are the Albanians into sex trafficking, but the Russian’s are too, not to mention anything else they can traffic if given the chance. Turgenev has already opened a studio on the street where one of the Albanians were killed and has opened up a porn studio. They’ve got a foot in the city, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they’ll do whatever the hell they can to get more. But the Albanians have a lot of allies, whereas the Russians are notorious for making enemies.
