The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(64)

"So, who then?"

"Um … " Austin looked in my direction again. "Actually, I've decided that  I've now done everything I could in the sport. I've beaten the best, and  it's time to move my life in a different direction. As of, let's say,  tomorrow, I am officially announcing my retirement from MMA."

The cheering immediately went from rapturous cheering to stunned  whispers, slowly building up to a cacophony again. Even the commentator  did a goldfish impression for a while.

"But …  but you're only twenty-four … ?"

Austin shrugged. "I've got some other work I need to do."

The heavyweight champion walked over and helped his fallen opponent to  his feet, before exiting the decagon and leaving a stunned crowd in his  wake.

He'd just closed the door on a big chapter in our lives. Now it was time to concentrate on the next one.



The corner of the room I'd been sitting in was cloaked in shadows. Gavino didn't even know I was here. Yet.

He looked somewhat worse for wear. That was to be expected, considering  the special attention Austin and Jace had been giving him for the past  few weeks.

"You're looking good, Gavino," said Austin. "You been trying that paleo  diet? You've got the jowls of a man twenty years your junior."

Austin sank a fist into the former boss' still-considerable gut, forcing all the air out of him along with a groan of pain.

"No more," he pleaded. "I've told you everything I-"

"I don't know," said Jace. "On one hand, you've been very cooperative.  After that first wild goose chase, you learned quick and stabbed pretty  much everybody you know in the city in the back, they're all dead or  working with us now by the way, and given up all those stockpiles of  cash, drugs, guns, whatever we wanted. I'm especially happy about the  information. On the other hand, it sure was a pain in the ass to hunt  you down for all those months. I don't know how you got away from that  house in the first place. It's not even at the top of a hill, so I know  you didn't roll away, motherfucker."

Jace struck Gavino just below the eye, and his head rocked to the side, dripping blood on his shoulder.         

     



 

"I'm inclined to just keep on beating you until you're nothing but a  stain on the floor. But Austin here, he wants to let you go."

"I'm a real nice guy," said Austin.

I could see Gavino's head turn from one man to the other and I could  almost imagine the incredulous expression through the blood and bruises  on his face.

"Please! Let me go! I'll disappear! You'll never hear-"

"Shut the fuck up," said Jace. "We've decided we needed to call somebody  in for a tie-breaker. It's somebody you can answer one more question  for."

I stood and checked my gun. The safety was still on, just like Jace had  taught me. Leave it on until you're ready to use it. That time was soon.

Hearing my footsteps, Gavino struggled to crane his neck, but couldn't  get a good view of me. I looked down at the gun in my hands, and at the  bump in my stomach, feeling my heart starting to pound.

I was a mother-to-be. I was going to bring life into the world. Could I also bring death?

I held the gun to the back of his head as the two brothers moved to the sides. "Are you shaking in fear?" I asked.

Gavino recognized my voice. "I'm sorry! It was just business! I'm …  please don't … "

"Where is my uncle's body? Where is Malcolm Cross?" I asked.

"I don't know!"

I flipped the safety.

"Wait! Wait! I don't know because Enrico whacked him, not me, but I do  know that Enrico put a lot of bodies in the same area. Maybe your uncle  is there."

"Where?"

"West end of the city. There's an abandoned steel mill out there, uh …   fuckin' …  GFY Steel I think it was called. Behind that is a forest. A lot  of people in that forest."

I looked at Jace, who was checking it out on his phone. When he raised  his head, he shrugged and nodded. It was plausible then, the abandoned  steel mill did at least exist.

"You sure?" I asked, nudging him with the gun.

"What? No! But it's all I got I swear! Let me go, please!"

"Do you remember what I promised you? Back in that room in your house?" I asked.

"Uh …  no," he said sheepishly.

"I said I was going to fucking kill you all."

"No!"

A red mess sprayed out from the front of Gavino's head, and I was left  with a shaking hand holding a smoking gun. Austin slowly came over and  took it from me, then steered me away. Jace followed behind us.

This was yet another contender for the point of no return. Austin had a  new family business, and I'd just reaffirmed to everybody, mostly to  myself, that I was a part of it. For better or worse.

This family had work to do.





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Skylar





Jace and Kendall were visiting from Port Magus for Austin's birthday,  giving Austin and I our first opportunity to rope them in as babysitters  now that Ryan was old enough to be away from me for a few hours.  Besides, Ryan enjoyed babbling away to his cousin Eli, who was just  starting to walk and who made it his mission in life to retrieve things  for Ryan's inspection. They could entertain each other for days.

That gave Austin and me a window of opportunity. Between Ryan and the  new family business we hadn't had anywhere near enough time for certain  activities. It was time to rectify that situation.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

It was a rhetorical question, of course. Men who didn't trust you  wouldn't let you tie them, naked, to a bed with a blindfold on. And they  definitely didn't sport cocks that hard if they had any concerns about  your trustworthiness.

"Nope. Never have," said Austin.

His abs flexed when he spoke and his cock twitched too, and I felt a  flutter of excitement low down in my belly. He may have been the one  tied up, but he still had me on a short leash made out of animal  attraction.

"Very wise," I said.

Climbing on to the bed, I knelt between his muscular legs. He had no  idea what I was wearing, and wouldn't until I'd given that cock of his  some tender loving care and then slipped his blindfold off.

Maybe the swish of my pleated skirt, or the feel of my pigtails would  give him a hint, but there was no way he could know that I'd found my  old school uniform in the boxes of stuff from my dad's house. After a  lot of hard post-pregnancy work, and some modifications to the  skirt-length that took a very liberal interpretation of  ‘below-the-knee', I could fit it again and today I was going to tease  the hell out of my man.         

     



 

I ran my hands up his legs and Austin flexed his quads as my hands  slipped over his thighs. A little lightning strike of excitement from  that cloud in my lower belly jolted me between the legs and I smiled  mischievously.

Tilting my head to the right, I let one pigtail tickle the skin of his  leg as I moved towards that incredible throbbing dick of his. Hovering  with my lips only an inch away from his balls, exhaled hot and slow so  knew how close I was.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered.

I let my warm breath puff out along the length of his hard cock, being  careful to not touch it no matter how much I wanted to feel it pounding  against the back of my throat before slipping in all the way. Oh no, I'd  waited too long for the time and energy to do this right, and that's  exactly what I was going to do.

Austin's manhood twitched again when he felt my breath on the very tip,  framed on either side by my pigtails dangling down on to his abs.

What was going through his mind? Was he picturing the hairstyle that  would result in that feeling? Probably. Austin could wrestle with his  eyes closed, gathering all he needed to know simply by the way the other  person was moving. He could visualize like no other, so one part of the  mystery was almost certainly revealed to him already.

My husband pushed his hips up towards me, and I had to back away lest I  feel that mind-bending cock on my lips and abandon all pretense of being  coy. Austin let out a little ‘grr' and I saw his biceps flex against  the silky red bonds that held his arms.

I moved further up and felt that hard thickness between my breasts.  Every sensation came through loud and clear because I wasn't wearing a  bra underneath my button-up top.

My chest pushed against him on either side, nuzzling the object of my  desire as I licked the hard hills and valleys of his abs. Bump, bump,  bump, my tongue ran across the inked skin and I almost wanted to sink my  teeth into him.

I reached the lower regions of his broad chest and I had to shift my  legs over and outside of his so I was straddling him and could move  higher. With a couple shuffles of my hands and knees, my pussy was  poised right over that masculine hardness.