A Kingpin Love Affair (A Kingpin Love Affair #1-5)(75)

“Take it. All of it. Own me,” he whispered as his dick pushed against my back wall. My muscles clamped around him and my body tingled with pulses of pleasure. My eyes drifted closed.

“Open your eyes,” he growled. He wrapped his hand around my throat to force my face upward and my eyes open. Hesitantly, I open them just to watch his beautiful body on the verge of its own pleasure. His muscles were taut, and the dips and valleys of his muscles clenched together as he shoved into me once more.

A hiss escaped his lips as he gripped me hard, his seed filling me. His touch told me he was holding on for dear life, afraid I would slip away.

Pulling out of me slowly, I winced. My insides were a mushy mess, as was my heart and mind. My face was downcast as his fingers lifted my face up to his. “Run all you want, Piccolo. Run wherever your little legs can carry you, but realize I will always come for you. I will always find you, and I will always claim you as mine.”

His words crept into my mind as I watched him reach for a towel and wrap it around himself. He left without another single word said. I wasn’t sure what was meant by his words, but I knew there was no running from whatever it was we had. He would hunt me down and bring me back to him. He was right—the only thing to ever flourish from this life was death and he would be the death of me.





Chapter Six

Bree

Even after sitting in the shower until it ran cold against my skin I still didn’t know what to think, what to say or how to feel. I wanted to hate Zerro, I wanted to see him drown in his own blood, but there was something more. It was as if he anchored me to the ground. Kept me sane enough to push through this mess, even if it was half his fault.

Whoever John truly was, it was a mystery. I knew John had killed Zerro’s mom the moment I walked into the house. I had every intention of confronting him, but never was given the chance.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. He was probably coming to make sure I hadn’t offed myself. I wasn’t that dumb, I didn’t want to die. I had come this far, and to throw it all away with a bullet to the head would be pointless.

“Jared wants to talk to you,” Zerro said gruffly, his voice like warm honey to my body. My body responded to him even when I didn’t want it to.

“Okay,” I simply said pulling the bathroom door open so I could get some clothes. A shirt and pair of sweat pants sat on the bed. No panties and no bra? Hmm… Just the way Zerro liked his women, I’m sure. Not that it really mattered. I was betting they weren’t expecting me.

As I slipped the towel from my body, I watched Zerro. I was done letting him be the one in control. I was done being afraid. I was tired of feeling caged, and if I couldn’t get someone to give me the answers I wanted, then I would get them myself.

“What happened in there doesn’t make us okay,” I said sternly. I had given into my biggest weakness. Him. His eyes twinkled with amusement and a pantie-dropping smirk formed on his face as I pulled on the sweatpants.

“Right… So fucking you senseless won’t make things better, but it’ll get you to forget for a short time.” My eyes narrowed at him. He knew I had used him as a way to let the pain go. He wasn’t dumb and I didn’t expect him to be. I just didn’t think he had me figured out yet.

“Don’t think you have me figured out because you don’t,” I growled, looking him straight in the eyes. He fed off breaking the weak, off making them feel as useless as he felt they were. When I looked at him, I saw a man I loved... and a man who was capable of killing me.

Taking a step forward into my space, his finger traced my bottom lip as if he were memorizing it.

“I don’t think I have you figured out… I always have. There was no thinking needed. Now go,” he ordered. I didn’t want him to think I was listening to him, but I was eager to hear what Jared had to say and if any of it was true.

Balling my hands into fists, I pulled my shirt on ignoring him. Once fully dressed, I walked out of the room slamming the door behind me. That’ll fucking teach him. As childish as it all was, I had been through so much shit. I understood his pain, the feelings he felt about losing his mom. My question was why would you want to inflict the same pain on someone you loved? Someone who had already lost so much.

“Come sit down,” Jared commanded, smiling at me softly. It was impossibly hard to look at him as a half-brother or a relative at all. Passing around the leather couch, I took a chair in the corner. The cushion was soft and I sank right into it.

Training my eyes on his, I spoke softly. “I want to know everything. I want to know what happened and how we got where we are. So much shit has happened in the last month, and I don’t know who to believe and who not to believe. As of right now, I have nothing to lose but my own life.”