Page 25 of Blood for Blood

My back arches off the counter when his tongue darts out, tracing the same spot repeatedly. He drags the blade up and down my thighs; not using enough force to break skin, just enough for the sensation to drive me mad.

“Holy fuck, I’m cumming.” I pant as I cover his face with my juices.

“You cum quick AND you’re a squirter?” He groans, picking me up off the counter and throwing me over his shoulder. “This is going to be a fun fucking night.”

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind us and lays me down on his bed. My mouth practically waters at the sight of him pulling his shorts and boxers down over his legs. “Let me jump in the shower for two seconds and wash this blood off.” He disappears through the door and the sound of water starts a few seconds later. I stare up at the ceiling, wondering if everything is going okay in Italy.

“What’s his favorite thing to watch?” Rune asks, stepping back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sitting up on my elbows, I arch a brow at him, “What do you mean?”

“You said Mateo likes recordings.” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and lets it pop free. “What does he like to watch?”

“Everything, but he loves seeing my face when I get off.”

“Say less.” He smirks, setting his phone up on the dresser and pressing record. He keeps his back to the camera as he approaches the bed, dropping the towel to the floor.

Chapter 17

Mateo

The flight to Italy was completely uneventful, but as soon as we step off the jet, I can tell something really bad is about to happen. “I have a bad fucking feeling about this, Zo.”

“I have the same feeling.” He responds, looking around us before sliding into the back of the car. We still have a few contacts here for when we need to come handle any business.

“How was the flight?” Luca asks once we’re settled in the back seat.

“Long and boring.” Sighing, I pull my phone out of my bag and send a text to the girls, letting them know we landed. Enzo lets out a frustrated sigh beside me, so I lay my phone on the seat and look at him. “What’s up?”

“I asked Rodger to give me updates every few hours.” He rubs his hand down his face, “It’s been three hours and I haven’t gotten another update.”

“It’s probably his time to go home.” I glance at my phone again, checking the time. It’s a little after two am here, so it’s eight pm back home. “It’s eight o’clock there. I’ll call Oliver, you try calling Rodg.” He nods and brings his phone to his ear. “Oliver didn’t answer, I’m calling Ben.”

“Rodger isn’t answering either.” He starts fidgeting in his seat. Looking through his contacts, he clicks on another name that I can’t quite see from here.

“Yeah boss?” Ben answers on the third ring.

“How is everything?” I ask, getting straight to business.

“Everything is fine here. Girls have been locked in your room for a bit now. Should I go check on them?”

“Ben, so help me god, if you open that fucking door, I’ll rip out your eye balls and feed them to your wife.”

“M-m-maybe I’ll just have them call you, yeah?” He stammers.

“That’s a good fucking plan.” Something seems off with him, he’s not usually stupid. We don’t make a habit of hiring morons, but we may have missed the mark with this one. “Hey, before I let you go, one more thing.”

“Anything.” He blurts out. “You name it.”

“I need you to make a trip to Boston.”

“No, Sir.” He quickly replies. “There’s nothing in Boston for me.”

“Ok, Ben. Just tell the girls to call me.” I end the call before he can respond.

“Why did you do that?” Enzo asks, “You haven’t used the code word for a while.”

“Something seemed off with Ben.” I lean back against the headrest. “He knew how to respond though, so we might just have to fire him for being a moron. He said the girls were locked in our room and asked if he should check on them.”

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