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“Looking for evidence. What else? You should have seen it coming.”
She’s right.
“Well, now that I have, please, do me the honors of fucking off, or better still, sit tight." I reach into my pocket to fish out my phone. "I'm calling security; let's see how you cope on the receiving end of the law. You dole out."
"Don't do that." She begs but in an angry manner.
“Ehh, that’s not the answer I need.”
Instead of maintaining civility, she walks up to me and snatches the phone from my hands…she tries. My reflexes act against her and catch her hands mid-way. I drop the phone to the rugged ground and seize her by the throat, pinning her to the cabinet she was just searching in.
“You’ve got nerve, Serafina. A whole lot of nerve.” I growl, anger and arousal stirring within me. The danger comes back to me, and the rush of being with a woman that is daring enough to square off with a cold-blooded killer turns me on enough to overpower the anger. She feels it, too. Otherwise, she'd be struggling against the death grip I have against her throat. Instead, she lets me choke her until the veins in her head become visible.
I release her, and she takes a huge breath before I cut it off when I'm sure she's had enough of a smothering kiss. The way she returns the kiss tells me she expected it. The way she grips me tells me she wanted it.
The kiss is devouring…fierce, just like our temperament…and I love it. I haven’t felt this relieved in over a decade.
“This changes nothing between us.” She hisses when we pull apart for a little air.
"I would be disappointed if it did," I growl and get back to subduing her with my tongue. First, her clothes come off, and I make sure she has a healthy cry of me toying with the delicious spherical beauties on her chest, and then, my clothes follow suit, relieving me of the strain my briefs put on my member. I see her face light up when she catches a glimpse of me, and her delicately crafted orifice tightens in anticipation.
"You're ready for me." I purr, and she responds with a sensual nod, pulling me in place impatiently to help her with her craving for me just as I am about to satisfy my craving for her.
A beautiful sound she makes when I finally penetrate her walls. That's one of her sturdy walls penetrated. The walls to her heart would be even harder, but I want to focus on this win for now and the haze it gives me from being such a delicious woman. Feeling the need to be closer to her, I lift her off her feet and have her wrap her legs around my waist.
“You’re such a beauty, Serafina.” I moan and begin rhythmic thrusts into her, increasing the pace as the pleasure builds up.
This is going to be my best sex in a long time.
Chapter six
Tables Turn
Trapped
I wake up from a deep slumber I didn't know I fell into, and for a while, I can't even tell where I am or what I did to get here…if you can call a millisecond a while.
That's how long it takes for my body to graze his and the memories to flood back instantly. Everything comes back, including the memory of the sensations that he made me feel, pooling another puddle of wetness below me. That was ecstatic…whatever happened between us. I can tell he definitely knew what he was doing, and even with much shame, I still maintain it wouldn't hurt to experience it all over again. Sadly, duty calls, and I have to make sure that I achieve the enterprise for which I came here.
"This changes nothing between us," I remember myself telling him. I can't recall verbatim what his reply was, but I'm sure it was in the affirmative. He shouldn't be surprised; therefore, when I clamber out of bed, I don't even know how we got to, and make my way as silently out of the room as I can, surprised that the motion I made didn’t wake him, and crawl my way out of the room after retrieving my clothes.
It is the most hectic journey I have ever attempted, but with the lack of light in the sleeping house, coupled with the discombobulated memory of a sexually satisfied woman, even though it takes a while and a greater deal of effort than I imagined, I make it back to the library to review the shelf I was looking into. I had struck gold just before Ferro burst in to fuck my senses off, and I plan to harvest that gold as soon as possible before the dragon keeper of that gold wakes up. This time, I’m sure he’ll smite me with fire if he should catch me going at his treasure again.
Here, if I can remember, is a payment archive comprising all the important financial transactions that went on from when he started his company to when he became a billionaire and, at the very bottom of it, lay the foundation of the whole thing. Proof of transfer of fifty million dollars from a man named Giuseppe Ricci.
Still, this just proves only one thing.
Relationship,which is the fact that he was once a cult member…or still is to this very day, which I already have proof of…nothing solid there. They could all get convicted of the crime of trading illicit drugs, but that wouldn't give them enough jail time to not bother me. Split between all of them is easily about ten or twenty years, but I need more and more, so I need answers as to who actually killed my father, and none of this would help. Still, it's useful information, so I pack it up and put it in my bag. Ferro wouldn't miss this. Besides, he could go to the bank and have another one printed if he discovers it’s missing.
This leaves me with two options, threaten him some more with the evidence I now have of him and his affiliation to the Ricci family and risk him slitting my throat or strangling me to death…
…whichever is easier for him in the comfort of his home.
Or, just keep looking for more evidence that would get you closer to solving this murder mystery.
I do recognize the fact that it's not like Ferro would keep an archive of all the people that the mafia or even he had killed, so it'll be null searching for clues like that to a ten-year-old murder. What I need is proof enough to blackmail him into telling me the truth.
Quite frankly, I'm ready to believe that he has left the mafia for the sole reason that there has been completely no form of mafia activity since I started following him around save for the austere air of fear and trembling that he seems to exhume…and a healthy dose of paranoia. Mafia men always have someone that want to kill them, but where what now cancels out is that ex-mafia men would also have people that want to kill them from the cult they were in.
