CHAPTER SIX

Emilio POV

Her eyes remained close as I took her up the stairs, the wedding gown she had on covered with dust and blood. She smelt horrible, it made me giggle. Like sweat and blood.

The room I selected for her was big, with the view facing the lake we had. Something to remind her of the world she'll never set her feet in again.

I opened the door gently, making sure that it doesn't make a large thud behind me. She'll probably wake up with a headache tomorrow, I wondered if she has been knocked out before.

After placing her carefully on the bed, I stood and stared.

She was breathtaking.

Her long curly lashes. Red defiant lips, arches fluffy brows. The make up she has on her seemed to sharpen her edges, although I still remembered how beautiful she looked without it.

Taking my knife from my pocket, I begand cutting the wedding gown from her body, methodically. The large train, the veil. I left only the corset, because I liked how high it lifted her breasts. I wanted to touch them.

Groaning, I rubbed my face. I had to cum. I hastily dragged my trousers down, freeing my cock. Just a quick rub in-between her legs. If I don't go in, I haven't raped her.

Not yet.

My cock is hard, precum pooling at the edge. I use it to lubricate my self, rubbing my hands slowly against it. I close my eyes and imagine she was awake now, stroking my dick while she parts her lips and stares at me.

I settle on the bed, spreading her legs wide open. I'm tempted to push aside her stockings, the garters and to take a peek at her.

I jerk myself faster, groans spilling loudly, multiple curses flying from my mouth. The orgasm comes with a force and I aim it all over her legs, making sure it hits the apex between her thighs and her pussy.

She's going to feel violated. A grin stretched across my face at the thought of that, I wonder what she'll do. The thought makes me hard again.

Not yet.

I put my cock into my pants and look at the beautiful mess I made. Maybe one day, after I come in her, I'll eat her pussy.

Achilles is standing at the staircase, waiting for me. “You didn't touch her?” he growls.

My brothers and I are dominant men. We had fun before, had shared women a lot, however no woman had made him talk to me like this. He pretended like he didn't lIke her, like he didn't get hard thinking about her. I knew better though.

“Nothing you wouldn't have done,” I say snarky. He let out a hiss from his teeth while I brush past him.

“We should have a plan, something to do about today.” He says.

That's true. I may have been reckless a little. The scar at my neck itches me, and I ignore it. “Well, let's think of something then.” I reply, walking into our meeting room.

I place my eye where the scanner is, having to fuck a little to get to it. Achilles refused to have it at eye level, saying it would be too easy in case someone wanted to go in without permission. I felt bad for Xiomar, the bastard had to almost fold himself to get to it.

He's in there already, a drink in his hand. My brother rarely drinks, that is Achilles thing. Instead, he fights. Punches people out.

“So, you settled the bird in?” he asks. “Yes. She's still passed out. I'm kind of bummed though.” I say, grabbing a glass and pouring a shot from the whiskey bottle that was already open on the table.

“Why are you bummed?” Achilles says, grabbing his own glass too. It seems we all needed the liquid gold tonight.

“Would have loved to see her face while I came in her,” I muse. The shit burned as I pushed it down.

Achilles sighs. “If she is going to distract you Emilio, I'll kill her.”

I knew my brother. He just lied.

“No you wouldn't,” Xiomar calls his bluff. “You want to fuck her just as much as we do.”

“What were the possibilities of her being the bride?” Achilles grabs his chair, his knuckles turning white.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways,” was my muffled reply.

“We are expecting retaliation back from the Donovan family. How important was their second son to them” Achilles was back to business mode.

I tuned him out, this part, I wasn't interested in. I just loved killing. I was grateful, my brother utilized me well to kill our enemies.

Xiomar and Achilles talk awhile, I just listen to the sound of their voices. They are used to this, me tuning them out. If it is something important they need my attention for, or if something catches my interest, I'll comment.

“So, Russo and Donovan are planning on becoming partners, would that be a problem for us?” Xiomar asks, still nursing the one drink he had in his hand since I came in. I knew he probably wouldn't drink it, but I kept shut.

“No. We already have control over the Kleenan express and the Siberians trust us more than them. Even the Italians.”

“So we have nothing to fear about. Plus, Russo is living on past glory. We know after that shipment that got stolen, he lost all his accomplices,” Achilles says.

“Well, then. If we have nothing to talk about, I guess we can call it a night,” I got up to take my leave.

“We do have one thing to. The call. We need to find out who called us.”

That was true. Someone had made a very dangerous call this afternoon, that had resulted in the loss of numerous lives.

“We need to know how they knew it was the Donovans that killed them.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I did not want to be reminded. The great loss we suffered. The reason why we are the people we are now.

“Well, we can figure that out tomorrow. It's late. We need to sleep.”

I opened the door, about to leave the office. “Are you sleeping in her room tonight?” Xiomar askes me.

He already knew I was.