~Klaus~
There comes a time in a man’s life when he realizes he’s not as young as he once was. That he cannot drink like there was no tomorrow, party like his reputation precedes, fuck every woman without a care in the world. For me, that moment came when I woke up in an unfamiliar room, tangled in the sheets with two naked women. One had her legs draped over my middle, while the other had her boobs pressed in my face.
“Cazzo,” I groaned, tossing away the leg keeping me down. She fell back into her slumber, snuggling with the busty boobed chick. I sat on the edge of the bed, getting my bearings.
Everything was blurry and disorienting. Clothes, alcohol bottles, cups, and condom wrappers – more than my fingers could count – were scattered on the floor. My world spun as I scoured for my phone.
The closed balcony doors muffled the traffic from the street. The curtains were open, permitting a sliver of morning light inside.
I found my phone on the bedside table, and a thong dangled from the lampshade. ‘Did we fucking play slingshot last night?’ I thought, seeing another thong stuck on the chandelier together with a bra.
The screen of my device lit up, revealing ten calls I missed from Ghost.
“Fuck!” I raked my fingers through my hair, pinching my eyes close.
My head felt like someone stabbed me with an icepick, but that feeling would become a reality if I didn’t make it to the warehouse in twenty minutes.
Fuck this. I don’t even know where the fuck I am.
I debated on taking a shower before leaving. I reek of alcohol, sex, and bad decisions. In the end, I put on last night’s clothes and dashed out of the apartment as if it was on fire. Thank the fuck I was still in New York City, and my car was safe in the visitor’s spot.
Last night started out fine. I met up with my best buds, Devin and Evan, and had a few drinks in my newly purchased club in downtown Manhattan.
We met in college, and we’ve been friends since. Those two were my siblings from different mothers. We were thick as thieves, did many shitty things together, and got into trouble, but none I would regret.
Ever since they fell madly in love and settled down, guy’s night outs became scarce. I can’t even detest their wives since Ren and Cali are family. I missed the days when the three of us would get drunk together and get wasted together, though.
When they went home to their wives, things started to get hazy. Ghost’s voice reminding me of the scheduled inspection of the warehouse was the last coherent thought I recall. Bits and pieces of the night before made my head spin as my car wheeled through New York’s congested road. It was a mess of beer bongs, flirting and making out with socialites, and a lot of booze.
This is a new low for someone who thrives on control in everything, an addition to the list of things I’d rather forget. And trust me, it’s a damn long list.
I speed through the highway, breaking a handful of traffic rules. Still, I wasn’t fast enough.
Upon seeing my father’s Dodge in front of the warehouse, clustered with three FBI Sedans, Ghost’s motorcycle, and Kino’s Maserati, I knew I was in for a hell of a day. The slow parking of my Porsche opposed how my mind calculated all the outcomes of this situation.
Dad warned me about Agent Domínguez, who issued a closure order in our factory in Las Vegas. He made it his life’s mission to put us down.
The Las Vegas closure order came out as a surprise since it was one of our legal businesses. He found some molds, which was shitty, but he cost us millions, either way. He turned the place upside down and found nothing. We still have yet to discover why he whisked an interest in making us his enemy.
If it was up to me, I’d rather put a bullet between his eyes and feed his remains to the pigs, but dad was against it. He was a man of patience. He’d wait for the enemy to give an opening before he struck, a perspective I didn’t possess.
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“Gas leak?” I read the closure order, chuckling as I set the paper down on my father’s desk.
I was too late to see how things went down in the warehouse. One thing I am intensely nervous about since dad didn’t even comment on my tardiness and the state I arrived in.
“Creative, isn’t he?” Dad had his back on me, one hand tucked in his trouser, the other holding a glass of pinot noir from Amara’s wine collection, a company he named after my late mother.
At the age of sixty-one, Markus Martinelli is still at the peak of his career. Respected and highly praised by the people around him.
The shower and fresh clothes from my office aren’t doing much to what I felt inside. It’s a bad omen when dad drinks his favorite wine from Amara. It calms his weary mind, he once told me. And I have a good feeling he is troubled because of me.
Resting an ankle over my knee, I scoffed. “He’s on a fishing expedition.”
The warehouse Agent Dominguez targeted housed collateral we collected from businesses who had taken loans from us. Nothing illegal, just a bunch of expensive artworks, jewelry, and artifacts that we usually put up for auction at the end of each year.
“He will keep nosing until he finds something to put us down,” dad said, taking back his seat.
“He won’t find anything,” I snarled. “Although if he isn’t careful, he will find himself at the other end of my Glock.”
“Easy, Klaus,” he dismissed. “What did I tell you about taking another human’s life? Let’s just wait it out. This agent seemed too desperate, and soon he’d start making mistakes in his ‘fishing expedition.’ That’s when we’ll handle him.”
I hated waiting. Dad perfected this hands-off approach. It was damn easy for him while I, on the other hand, eliminate threats before they even became a problem. And Agent Dominguez is close to becoming one. “And until then?”
“Until then, let Kino handle Martinelli Holdings.” My mind was already running a hundred miles per hour, planning on tightening the security of tonight’s gun shipment. It took me ten seconds to digest what he said.
“What?” my head reeled. Even my blood was unsure whether to boil or drain south.
Dad sighed, sipping his wine calmly. “You heard me.”
“I… I did,” I stuttered. I fucking stuttered, which never happens. Being speechless is nonnative to me. I had a say in everything. My mind was designed to win every conversation, even if it was not an argument. Does that make sense? No. Nothing makes fucking sense. “Kino?” I nervously chuckled.
“Kino,” Dad nodded. “Your cousin. Is there another Kino in the family?”
I knew his silence wasn’t for nothing, and like a fucking masochist, I asked. “Why him?”
Dad tilted his head to the side. It was like looking at an older version of myself in the mirror, only he was much wiser and calmer. His salt and pepper brows tilted up, astounded by my resolve to hear his reason for choosing Kino to handle the most profitable business we owned rather than me, his son.
“Kino had proven himself to be a family man, figlio. And until I see you are worthy of taking care of this family, Kino will handle your work at Martinelli Holdings.”
~Klaus~‘Fucking Kino,’ I groaned, ignoring Dianna, Dina, Darlene – whatever this blond’s name – nails dug into the back of my thighs as I thrust my cock down her throat; her eyes watered. The pendulum movement had the headboard banging on the wall.My mind reeled with my father’s words. For years, he threw hints after hints that he wanted a family man to take over the mafia. I took them as a joke he’d like to throw around at meetings and parties. A fucking mistake on my end. Now I am about to lose the only thing I ever worked for.I had always been a mafia man. There was no other option for me. I made better of myself in every aspect of the business, eyeing the price of becoming Don when my father retires. All my hard work will go to waste just because I am single? Huh. Life is never fair, but this is some kind of prejudice.Dina coughed as I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped, retrieving the air she gave up to please me, corkscrewing her hands up and down my dick. Like a man on a m
~Rylee~It took me two minutes to wallow in the pain of Kara and Mason’s betrayal. I allowed myself two minutes to be human. I deserved it, the time to cry, to ponder the choices I made, and to berate myself for fantasizing I could find love in this world.In those two minutes, I had already devised a plan. I have to leave this place and move on with my life. Starting over is what I’m good at, but that doesn’t mean I liked it. I wanted to settle down, tired of moving from one place to another and going back to zero.I didn’t bother to check everything inside the house. I still had the backpack I carried with me from New York. Going straight into the basement, I pushed the rickety bookshelf left behind by the previous owner, which I turned into secret storage. Behind it was a safe containing a wad of cash in different currencies, passports from different countries, a black pouch, and dad’s Scarce Perrin Revolver.Without another glance into the house I considered my home, I trudge on t
~Klaus~Fucking wildfire.I bit my lower lip, spotting Rylee in that body-hugging silver dress.She’d probably point a gun at my head if she knew what I had been doing for the past two days. She hated being stalked, being watched. It’s ironic since it’s what she does for a living.She blended in with the crowd, swaying her hips in Dillon Francis, DJ Snake’s Get Low booming on the speaker.I stifled a groan as she raised her hands; her skirt rose, revealing those legs for days that had been looped around my waist in my fantasies.Goddamn.My jeans grew tighter as I watched Rylee rocked that body, pushing a few guys who tried to grope her. I restrained myself from going down there and drove them away with my fist.It was hard to be patient. This is why I never liked waiting.McKay came in, and Rylee put her plan into play. I had to keep my distance, knowing that she would feel someone tailing her.I didn’t step in until she triggered the alarm in McKay’s private room. She put up a fight
~Rylee~I bit my lip, fighting back a giggle at Klaus’ comical look. Expressive viridescent eyes blinked once, twice, as though he caught something in them. Capturing this on camera would have been epic. Maybe I could request a CCTV copy from the restaurant.“Come again?” He reached for his glass of wine, sipping more than a mouthful.I did the same, repeating my last statement. “A baby.”He swallowed hard. The gears on his mind shift as he digests what I said. “A baby…” he parroted, sampling the words. “Like one of those little… thing…” he searched for words. “… that cries and whines and forces people to become celibate?”That did it for me. I laughed wholeheartedly, gaining a few eyes from the couples dining close to our table.Our table stood out for its intimate arrangement in the middle of the busy restaurant with that classic vibe. Klaus booked a booth that had a good view of tonight’s jazz performer. The dim light deliberately made the food and my companion appear tempting. Apa
~Rylee~Spending the rest of my night with Klaus was the last thing I wanted to do. I planned to rest, watch some chick flick movie on NetFlix, call Sloan in the morning and be on my way to another job a little later in the day.I knew I was in a limbo of denial, but working kept my mind busy, keeping me sane, keeping me from dwelling on questions such as ‘why is love never enough to make people stay?’ ‘Why did Kara and Mason betray me the way they did when all I did was love them both?’Finding a needle in a haystack is easier than figuring out people’s intent, just like this six-foot Italian lounging in my suite. He occupied the chaise attached to the sectional where I sat. I left the balcony door open, allowing the warm Nevada air inside.His legs were widespread, a forefinger pressed against his lips. He had his body angled so he could stare into my eyes. He shifted, setting an ankle over his knee, and reached for the goblet filled with pinot noir, taking a sip.I changed into mu
~Klaus~ “You want me to what?” Rylee asked, her brows meeting in the middle. I chewed on my lower lip, enjoying the exasperation on her face. It was past midnight. Complimenting the Pinot noir on the coffee table was an old school cheese Pop Up Pizza. The bottle and box were almost empty, keeping us company while I put Rylee up to date on all the events in New York. I lay on the couch while Rylee sat crossed legs on the carpet. She pulled up her red hair into a messy bun. Her suite’s soft, warm light made her sun-kissed skin glow. I’ve never been with a woman who couldn’t care less without makeup around me. Just Rylee. And mind you, she didn’t even bother to change clothes or cover-up. From where I was, I had a good view of her nipples, and her satin shorts did little to conceal that oasis I longed to dive in between her legs. Since we acknowledged what we both wanted out of this agreement, I had been questioning my choice. Twenty-four hours hadn’t even gone by. The sun was not ye
~Rylee~ The balcony curtains danced with the morning air. I’ve scrutinized the teardrop bulbs of the chandelier dangling from the ceiling since Klaus left. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. My forehead and nape still buzz with electricity from Klaus’ touch. Last night was something else. Not just the deal we had, but Klaus was different. He was still his annoying self, but I felt this tug in my chest when he kissed me. A small part of me hoped that it wasn’t my forehead he kissed, but my lips. ‘God. I’m in so much trouble. Why had I agreed to be his wife again?’ My phone beeped, interrupting my obsession over that little lingering peck. Rain: You still in Sin City? Rylee: Yeah. You here? Rain: Nope. I’m in L.A. Meet me at The Smashed Pig. I giggled as I typed. Rylee: You are so dead. Can’t wait to see you! Rain: I know. Wear a sexy skirt and go commando. I’d like to grope your pussy under the table and make you come. I rolled over the bed, falling into a hysteria of laughter
~Klaus~ I asked Belinda, my housekeeper, to change the beddings, curtains, and cover of every piece of furniture in my penthouse. I even told her to tidy up even if I knew she cleaned every corner of my place every other day. I was never one to make a fuss when I had visitors or friends coming over. But this is Rylee we are talking about. I felt the need to put my best foot forward. Why? I don’t really know. Ghost was supposed to pick her up at the airport. At the last minute, I told Ghost I’d do it. “Get one of those pick-up signs,” he said, chuckling, tossing over the keys to my 918 Spyder. I groaned. Since Las Vegas, he’d been giving side comments about how I was acting like a schoolboy excited to see his crush the next school day. “Shut the fuck up, Ghost!” I slammed the door so hard, I cringed as my favorite car rattled. “Fuck.” Due to my annoyance, I was way too fucking early in JFK. While waiting for Rylee’s plane to land, my eyes drifted to guys holding flowers, chocolat