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Shared intimacy.
The first touch.
The first kiss.
The first time he’d thrust his cock deep inside, showering light over the darkness.
Now I was being driven in reverse. As the shadows became overwhelming, I could no longer feel my legs. The machete slipped from my fingers, sliding ever so slowly to the floor. “Jon-ny…”
CHAPTER 1
Afew days earlier…
Jonathan
Fear was a beneficial emotion that I used often. It had a way of spiraling out of control, the blackness all-consuming. When utilized properly, the paralyzing feeling could be more effective than the violence necessary either before or after the realization swept into place. I’d become the master of terror, a powerful beast who by providing a single look, a flash of my eyes, could turn a man into stone.
Or so I’d been told more than once. It was a shame that I didn’t have such a superpower. If I did, it would prevent me from purchasing several new shirts every month. Blood was still difficult to remove from crisp white linen. I chuckled at the thought as I drove through the darkened, rainy streets of Montreal, heading toward the direction of a necessary punishment.
Some would say I craved bloodshed, a danger junkie with an appetite for breaking bones. To me, it was just another day at theoffice, a requirement for keeping the peace in the streets of my beloved city.
I never varied from the necessary act, nor did I allow my emotions to get in the way, even when there were those who either begged or attempted to bribe me into changing my mind. Once I made a plan it was never altered. Not once. I prided myself on that factor.
“Take a left up here, boss,” Michael Constantine said from the passenger seat, my Capo always accompanying me when handling business. He’d earned the right to be my second in command, rising from the ranks over the last ten years. I trusted him implicitly, which afforded him perks of being in the powerful organization.
He also anticipated aspects of business that had helped me be considered the richest man in Canada. For that I owed him.
And for saving my life on two occasions.
I said nothing as I drove down the street, a single streetlight adding to the dinginess of the area. The fuckers who betrayed me always thought they could hide. That brought amusement, but only after I handled the situation.
“We won’t be welcomed,” he said casually.
“As if I give a shit.”
He chuckled. “You always were a hard ass.”
I threw him a look, grinning from his words as well as what I was contemplating doing. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
While I’d already sent two SUVs of my men to surround the location in case the Irish thugs were stupid enough to attemptto start a war, only Michael and I would enter the festive corner bar, heading toward the private poker game. I was a gambling man. I enjoyed taking risks. Why not put the asshole’s life on the line?
After parking, I scanned the street. The area of town was well known as being controlled by the Irish mob, a smaller organization that usually never caused issues for our organization. We lived peacefully side by side, utilizing pieces of information, sharing them with each other when necessary.
However, the son of the Irish mafia leader had become determined to break the verbal agreement my father had proctored with his. The man would need to be taught a significant lesson. What Sean had no idea about was that I’d gotten approval from his father, who’d become disgusted with his son’s rebellious behavior.
Teaching him a lesson in manners wasn’t my normal method of operation, but this time I would make an exception.
As long as the asshole didn’t attempt to make a move he’d soon regret.
I stepped out, shoving the keys into my pocket. My weapon was securely placed in my shoulder holster, the flap unfastened. I was curious how stupid Sean would become. We both took long strides toward the bar, and I chuckled. The place was lively for Tuesday night. I could say the Irish knew how to party better than the French Canadians.
It took several seconds after we walked inside for a group of Irishmen to notice us. Then three of them jerked up from their table, almost knocking it over with the force.
When one of the James family entered a property, people were instantly terrified.
Good.
That meant our reputation remained intact.
