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Lucca’s mouth found my nipple, and he bit it the same moment his fingers found the swollen sensitivity between my legs, pinching it, until I came with a loud and muffled moan. Tears escaped as I couldn’t let out the intensity of my release any other way.
The phone fell into another long silence as Lucca rode my release. “I must go, Vitelli. I have pressing matters to attend to.” The mockery was cruel in his low voice, and yet Lucca still chased his own release.
“Vaffanculo!” Fuck you!
“I’m working on it,” he gritted out, and ended the call.
I shook my head at his triumphant and pleased dark grin. When his lips lowered to catch mine, all I could do was take them in a whimper.
“Three,” his husky voice rasped. “I want at least three.” Then Lucca came in harsh spurts filling me with his cum until his spent and satisfied body hovered over mine.
“Three or more,” I promised.
He gave me one last kiss, and our eyes met. And as I watched the whiskey brown return, he simply said, “Pack a bag, we are leaving tomorrow for a few days.”
Then he was off me and just like that, the lover vanished, and the boss returned as he moved away from my body to compose his appearance.
“Don’t wait for me, I will be late.”
I watched him in a daze as he left me with his cum running down my legs and onto his desk. But he briefly stopped at the unfinished chess game.
“You want to know the irony of chess?”
What?He had just fucked me while my father heard every slipping sound. He’d admitted to the idea of our future—children, and how many. He had just ordered me to pack a bag as I stood on shaky limbs with no further information of where we were traveling, and he wanted to talk aboutchess?
His eyes briefly swept over me, and he said, “The queen holds more power than the king.”
XXXIV
LUCCA
Runninga syndicate on a coastline had its benefits and its disadvantages. It was easier to keep track of the streets, the homes, the roads, and transactions made on soil. But the Atlantic Ocean was my neighbor, and Miami was filled with ports, channels, and many canals to cover and maintain under surveillance. It was tough to know all the cash transactions made on water. Or keep up with the waves of tourism that flooded the piers and harbors with boats. But I did, and I knew every shipment and exchange that took place.
However, I hadn’t been hunting a simple man but a made-man with endless resources and hiding skills. A careful and sharp-minded individual.
I’d fucking found Tino. It hadn’t been easy. Yet, this was my city, and eventually the current would drag my victims right into my hands. After connecting Katia to the first few dead bodies, Ilias spent most of his time investigating and following through all transactions made on shore and deep waters.
“The owner of the yacht died seven months ago.” Arlo placed his earpiece in. It matched the same Viktor had given Ilias and me before we left my home. “His children are fighting the wife for it. They’ve been in court all this time with no settlement made.” Ilias huffed from the driver’s seat. “She saw the cash offer for a rental as an easy yes. No paper trail to lead or harm her in court.”
“How many men stay with him?” I asked.
“Six to seven, including Tino.” He checked his watch. “We are twelve in total, and everyone is already waiting near the marina.”
“This will be loud.” Attention was the last thing I needed.
Water carried a sound like an echo. Too many ears, too much room for error.
“I gave Davina’s father a heads up. He’ll hold the response time for five minutes.” Ilias caught my glance from the rearview mirror.
It may seem like a short time, but MPD was one of the largest municipal police departments, always ready for a night of high crime and quick to cease chaos. Nevertheless, Chief Price would deliver without questioning.
“I’ll be notified when the first call comes through. The clock to make our exit will start then.”
Five minutes.
We creeped to a stop and waited inside the vehicle for Viktor’s instruction to exit through our earpieces. As we waited for hisall clearof any surveillance recording, and an open view of our surroundings from above, Arlo shared in detail our next moves.
“Sergio and Mimmo have been monitoring the boat for a few days. It hadn’t moved since we returned from Texas.”
