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But she had offered herself to his father, a willing captive, in exchange for the safety of her parents and siblings. It impressed him. It intrigued the hell out of him. Dornan respected his father, but if the right person came along and wanted to take Emilio out, Dornan would probably load the bullets into the gun and hand it to them himself.
Yeah, he had issues. Didn’t everyone, though? He saw the haunted look in this girl’s eyes and knew that it was unintentional. She thought she was being cocky, a smartass, and for the most part that was what he saw. But there was something else in her gaze, in those big, almond-shaped eyes that begged him to stay with her.
Sadness. Wisdom. She was older than her nineteen years, much older. He wondered about the things she had seen that would make her like that, and he vowed to keep her close until he knew all of her precious secrets.
But for now? For now, he was going to take a piss before he exploded. Then, he was going to take a long, hot shower and beat one out. He was going to close his eyes and imagine that it was her pink lips at the end of his dick as he took the edge off. He needed to get her out of his goddamn brain for two minutes so he could focus on business.
And the business was particularly demanding of his focus today. Ana’s father had lost a shitload of cocaine to the DEA, and Emilio’s carefully supplied network was screaming for product that they didn’t have. The coke trade that was the foundation for everything Emilio and Dornan did was a beast, and the beast was screaming to be fed.
Despite Ana’s request, he didn’t go back into the room immediately after using the bathroom down the hall. Instead, he made the somewhat reluctant pilgrimage upstairs to the kitchen, from where his mother had been banished in anticipation of a heated meeting with some of the Cartel’s main players. His uncle Julian was sitting at the long oak dining table, next to Emilio, who was at the head of the table. Of course. The old man took every chance he could get to assert his position of power, and remind everyone else they were beneath him.
Dornan found it both annoying and fascinating.
‘You just get in?’ Dornan asked, confused.
He nodded a greeting at Julian as he watched his father stab a cherry tomato and devour it.
Dornan thought of what he’d just done. He had picked the girl up with a contingent of his men because Emilio had told him he’d be away for a few more days, and couldn’t do it himself. And now here he was, in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table eating fucking tomato salad and arugula.
Emilio shrugged, chewing on a mouthful of food.
‘Where is everyone?’ Dornan asked, more than a little irritated.
His father shrugged again, and Dornan bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood. His fucking father was infuriating.
Dornan turned and left the room, not bothering to look back. He’d learned over the years that it was so much easier to walk away from his father. Every other motherfucker who annoyed him had to answer to him, but Daddy dearest was sadly off limits. After all, Emilio was the man who ensured their shady world kept turning.
Dornan left the kitchen, letting the heavy door close behind him as he stalked across the foyer. Tall double doors with brass handles reached up in front of him, and he grabbed both handles at the same time, flinging them open onto the verandah that flanked the front of the house.
A sea of motorcycles greeted him, but no Gypsy Brothers to accompany them. What the fuck? A dozen guys in leathers weren’t easy to miss. He looked to his left, noticing two cars had been pulled out of the three-car garage and parked in front of the closed doors. Bingo.
He covered the distance between the house and garage quickly, throwing open the single service door to the garage that sat right next to the first of three tilt-doors. The smell of sex immediately invaded his nostrils, entirely unwelcome since it wasn’t him who was taking part in the act.
The garage was massive. It was slightly insulting that Emilio chose to banish any of Dornan’s crew to the garage instead of letting them into the house, but right now Dornan couldn’t fault his father. He raised his eyebrows as he saw one of the young Mexican women who cleaned for his father, completely naked on the hood of his mother’s Mercedes. The poor woman would have a heart attack if she saw how her car was being corrupted. The chick on the hood, the girl who dusted his mother’s blinds and washed their fucking towels, had her legs spread wide and one of his guys was mouth-fucking her. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she said something unintelligible in Spanish. She looked like she was having a fine time.
Dornan stepped closer and cleared his throat, the woman’s body shuddering at the same time as she opened her eyes, the shock on her face almost comedic. She slammed a hand over her mouth and locked eyes with Dornan, stifling a loud moan as she came.
Her cheeks went bright red and she looked down at the Gypsy Brother between her legs, trying to bat him away with her free hand. Apparently Viper was too far into what he was doing to even realise his boss was standing behind him. He stood up, not paying attention to the chick’s expression as she covered her face in shame, pulling her hips closer to him and slamming himself into her.
‘Vipe,’ Dornan said pointedly.
Viper jumped so high in the air he almost took the chick off the hood of the car.
‘Fuck!’ he yelled in surprise, falling on top of the car’s hood and making the woman scream as he no doubt gave her his all.
‘Vipe,’ Dornan repeated, starting to get angry. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’
Viper pushed himself up on the hood of the car so he wasn’t crushing the woman, a sheepish look on his face. ‘I was waitin’ for you, D,’ he said, continuing to thrust.
Dornan sighed. ‘You’ve got two minutes to get out of that woman and into the kitchen. You can fuck the help after we’ve sorted this coke situation.’
‘I figured you’d be banging that one we just picked up,’ Vipe said.
Dornan chose not to answer. ‘You get your jizz on my mother’s car, I’ll cut your nuts off myself.’
He left Viper to his business and stalked back into the house. There was only one other place his boys would be. He burst back into the front doors, taking a sharp right down the hallway until he reached a door at the end. He threw the door open and what he saw made him want to laugh until he cried.
His mother had insisted on having her sitting room made big enough to accommodate their large extended family. It was an impressive room, all high ceilings and wing-backed brown leather chairs nestled between overstuffed sofas. His mother sat in her own custom recliner, an espresso balanced expertly between her thumb and forefinger.
