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Prologue
This story begins in the middle of our tale. If it leaves you wondering how things began and more importantly attempting to dig up secrets about the Arkham Mafia then I’ve done my job correctly. You were never meant to know about the things in our past. How it all began, how the bad guy gets the girl. Maybe one day Quinn will tell you, but as for me, my lips are sealed. If you’ve got questions it’s best not to ask. Asking questions always leads to answers you wish you never searched for. Trust me, or don’t. I actually recommend you don’t. I’m not a good guy. I’m not a knight in shining armor. I’m every criminal in the city’s worst nightmare, and I have plans to take care of all my enemies. One way or another the city will bow at my feet in surrender. Mark my words, our time is coming. This tale sets the stage for a new era, a new Don for the Arkham Mafia, but it’s only the beginning…
There’s so much more to come.
Chapter 1
Little Bijou
Christian-
“LittleBijou,Little Jewel,where are you, my darling?”
The house is quiet and my voice echoes through the giant foyer. All the years of experience and pure instinct kick in. My hand slides to the inside of my jacket pocket like a road well traveled. If she’s gone and gotten herself mixed up in some kind of trouble, it’s best for me to come prepared. There’s no telling what might be hiding behind a door. My Queen deserves only the best protection. Making my way down the hall, I don’t see any of her men. I don’t see any of my men either. I quicken my pace, jogging up the grand staircase. My eyes sweep over my surroundings cautiously. I am probably overreacting, I usually do. Doesn’t matter, I am more than prepared for a fight, and it will be a fight to the death for anyone attempting to harm the boss man’s daughter. I didn’t work my ass off climbing to the top to lose my prize for being the best.
“L’amour de ma vie,love of my life,is everything alright?”
My feet hit the landing at the top of the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice men where they belong. I relax, pulling my jacket back into place and dropping my hands to my side. I don’t bother to look at the men as I speak. They haven’t earned my respect.
“One of you could have answered me, you know. You’re all lucky no one got shot. Let that be a warning. I expect to lay eyes on you the moment I walk through that front door. Are we clear?”
My fingers snap and the men shuffle around to reorganize themselves. These are supposed to be some of our best men. I’m going to need answers and replacements. I stroll through the bedroom door, closing it behind me, and lay my jacket across the dresser. From the bathroom, music blares. When I round the corner, I find my girl bent over the countertop in a sexy little black number. She finishes applying a touch of makeup before turning to acknowledge me.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she purrs, batting her long lashes in my direction.
“I am sorry, but you are not even ready, Mon Amour,my love.”
She watches as I uncuff each sleeve and drop the links into the dish on the counter. It’s not until I unbutton my shirt that she accepts my apology. She runs the tip of her tongue against her bottom lip, inviting me in. As I slide towards her, she makes no attempt to move away. Instead, she allows me to snake my hand around her hip and pull her into my embrace. Not once do her eyes leave mine. She never backs down, refusing to drop my gaze. Her chin lifts in anticipation of my kiss, but I tease her instead, feigning hard to get because the truth is I can’t resist her touch. My thumb drags down her lips as I growl against her ear, “finish getting dressed, mon bel ange,my beautiful angel.”
She grabs me by the tie, yanking it tighter around my neck, staring into my eyes, daring me not to do as her lips demand. I want to grab her by the hair and pull those lips to mine, but we are on a deadline. I made reservations for eight, not like we need them. It’s the thought that counts, though. I cup her face in my hand, kissing her lightly as I pry my tie free, loosening it and tossing it far away. She pays no mind to my tie. She’s far too busy taking me in, memorizing every hard muscular line, every tattoo, and every scar as my shirt gapes open. Her hand reaches out, grasping my cock.
“This is mine tonight. Remember?” She glares, once more tempting me to defy her. I wiggle free from her grip and turn on the shower. I can feel her eyes on my back and I know she’s waiting for me to drop my pants next. The way she stares might make another man uncomfortable, but it only turns me on more, knowing how much she wants me. I make a show of taking my belt off, unclasping it slow and seductive. Once I do, I move on to unbuttoning my pants, allowing them to fall with a light thud. A glance over my shoulder lets her know I am aware she is watching as I peel off my last bit of clothing.
In the shower, the water is hot and steamy. The glass has fogged over, but I know she can still see me as I reach out, stroking myself while washing the rest of my body. I can sense the need in her eyes. When I exit the shower, I catch her watching me in the mirror as she rolls her lipstick across her lips. I take my place next to her in front of the mirror, styling my hair, before walking to the closet, dressing, and reemerging.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask, stepping behind her, running my hands lightly down the curves of her body.
“Always,” she smiles as she blows me a kiss and drags me behind her to the bedroom. In an attempt to seduce me, she positions herself on the bed seductively. I almost lose my self-control, as she begs me with her eyes one minute and eye fucks me the next. I don’t even realize I’ve moved until I am on her, dragging my lips across her shoulder and up her neck. She feels so good against me. Our bodies melded together like the pieces of a puzzle.
“Do not ruin these lips. I worked hard on them,” she commands, turning away from me.
I catch her by the chin, whispering in her ear, “I’ll ruin them if I damn well feel like it and not feel bad.”
I know I have her attention when she laughs that crazy laugh of hers. “Yes Sir,” she whispers back.
“Fuck! Why do you do this to me?” I sigh, rising from on top of her, putting some space and distance between us. “Meet me downstairs.”
Iletoutabreathy, low whistle and then a laugh. “Mon amour,my love,you can not wear that. It’s way too much.”
She sulks, pushing her bottom lip out. It’s so adorable when she pouts. “It’s been in my closet forever, waiting for a good excuse to wear it. Do you really think it’s too much?” She sighs.
“Ma Chérie,my darling,we are only going to the club. Where’s your leather jacket? This, well, this looks like Cruella De Vil. Come on, tell me where it is and I will get it for you while you put your shoes on.”
“Cruella De Vil,” she throws her head back and laughs, “Well, maybe I like that. It’s in my closet.”
“No, do not get any ideas. I am not taking Cruella out for an appearance at the club.” I say, climbing the stairs and turning to give her a hard, commanding look. Her lips curl into a playful smile. I just gave her a new boundary to play with. It’s not worth the torture she will exact on me, though. She’s already won, and she knows it.
When I return, I stop on the stairs to enjoy the show she’s putting on just for me. She knew eventually I’d be watching. My cock hardens thinking about her bent over all sexy. Just zipping up her thigh high black suede boots the entire time I was gone retrieving her jacket. I walk with a purpose across the hallway, laying her jacket on a dining room chair near where she’s bent over. I want to run my hands up her long legs, but if I go that far, I am not sure if I will be able to stop myself. As if she can sense my hesitation, she looks over her shoulder and calls to me, “Help me zip it the rest of the way so I can get my other boot on.”
