I managed to moan and suck more air in as Jace pumped spurt after spurt of his creamy load into my well-fucked pussy. Every movement inside of me sent flutters of bliss randomly around my body, the trailing fingers of my orgasm.
A few minutes later, he was leaning over me, his hands on the table bearing much of his weight. The only sound in the room was the two of us catching our breath.
After the intensity of that fucking and the climax, in comparison I could barely feel my body now. I felt like I was floating on nothing, and the man I loved was floating along with me, still hard inside me.
Jace picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. It seemed he wasn’t done with me yet. I hugged his neck and held on tight.
Chapter 24
Jace
I didn’t get much sleep that night. Between rage-fucking Kendall and a few phone calls, I had more than enough to keep me occupied.
After Kendall fell asleep the first time, I talked to the guys downstairs to check the damage on the other decoy convoys. They didn’t get hit, just mine.
None of my guys in the convoys knew where we were going or who was driving me until I arrived and told them. The only other person, aside from me, who knew ahead of time which convoy I’d be in and where I was planning on going was the man who made the security plans. Lorenzo. Fucking Lorenzo.
I was lucky he had no idea just how extensively modified all my cars were, or the Picollis might have got some bigger guns. Or a rocket launcher like my men in the rear car used on that SUV. That would have been a different story. I’d be dead. Kendall would be dead.
The thought made me fucking seethe. He’d told me that no good would come of my getting mindfucked by a girl. He’d told me to mark his words. Well, I was going to mark that motherfucker’s last words today.
The sun was coming up now, and Kendall was in a deep slumber next to me. After last night she might be walking funny for a while, but there wasn’t a scratch on her from the attack.
That was Lorenzo’s saving grace. For that reason, and because we’d been through a lot of shit together, I was going to give him a chance to go out with some dignity and I wasn’t going to make his execution a public one. He could still fuck that chance up though.
I carefully swung my feet on to the floor and wrote a short note for Kendall, leaving it on my pillow, before walking into my wardrobe. What do you wear when you’re about to kill the man who has been the closest thing to a friend you’ve ever had?
The answer is, the same thing you’ll wear to his funeral. I picked a dark suit and shoes polished so well that their surface looked like deep, wet, ink. The gun holster even matched.
Kendall didn’t stir as I slipped out of the bedroom. The first thing I did was call Stefano, one of my senior men who was currently running the team downstairs. I told him that if Lorenzo tried to leave, to haul his ass up here by any means necessary.
Then I called Lorenzo, who I knew from earlier calls in the night was in a suite downstairs. I knew now it was because it would have looked suspicious if he was anywhere else but here after what happened yesterday.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he answered. “About time, we need to do some damage control, huh?”
“Yeah we do. Come on up.”
“Be there in a few minutes.”
I waited by my door until I heard the elevator play the arrival tone and opened up before security could give him the spiel about nobody being allowed in under the boss’ orders. Lorenzo walked in, putting on a good show of ignorant business-as-usual. I held my finger up to my lips.
“Shh. Kendall’s still asleep. Into my office. After you.” I gestured in the general direction and Lorenzo led the way.
I kept my eyes glued to him like a hawk. Even after we were in my office, when he was heading towards the far couch and I was screwing a silencer on to the end of my gun, I watched that sneaky motherfucker.
By the time he sat down and looked up again, I was standing over him and the muzzle of the gun was about an inch from his head.
“Jace, what the f-”
“Shut up, cunt, and listen carefully. I want you to know something. I know what you did, and you are going to die today. Nothing can stop this. You have no control over that. What you do control is how much it hurts, how many more minutes you’ve got, and how much dignity you go out with. All of those things depend on how much you’ve got to tell me and how much I like what I hear. We’ve been through some gruesome shit, Lorenzo, but I promise you, you have no idea what I’m capable of. You don’t want to find out. Got it?”
This was it. On the slim chance that I was wrong, he’d protest his innocence to the grave. If he did what I thought he did, he knew me well enough to know when I was serious and I knew him well enough to know that he’d go out like the stoic Mafia tough guy he always saw himself as.