Page 7 of Retribution

Yes, I know, always the good one who gets the shitty end of the stick. I wanted to voice that, but I couldn’t. I nodded and murmured something along the lines of, “Yes sir.”

They bade me farewell with a reminder to come to the precinct to give my statement and any information on the attackers. However, my mind was on the boys who took my brother, and I wasn’t giving the cops the satisfaction of catching those creeps. I was going to send them to hell myself or die trying.

Chapter 5

Ciara

Stepping into my apartment, I closed the door and leaned my back against it. I could not help the thoughts that invaded my mind. I failed. I failed my mother. I failed my brother. I failed myself. It was like an axe had wedged itself inside my heart and was twisting with every breath that I took, every move I made. Easing from the door, I made my way through the living room, and down the passage. When I arrived at Cory’s bedroom I paused at the door. My hand shook as I reached out to turn the handle.

Stepping into the room, my knees were like jelly as a hot, heavy sensation settled in my stomach. His bed was neat, but his closet was a mess. The chair at his desk had a pile of books and his laptop was idle – while still plugged into the outlet. There were a few pieces of clothing hanging from the clothes hamper and I could smell the leather from the new baseball mitt he’d won from a radio program a week ago.

“I will not cry!” My voice cracked as a wave of pain enveloped me.

Willing myself to stay strong I pushed back my tears and thought of all the things I would do to those responsible. The torture and pain they would endure was the only thing keeping me sane in that moment.

“Don’t worry little brother, those that did this will be damned to hell!”

The feeling that took hold of me was stronger than anger, more intense than rage and certainly more dangerous than determination. I had never felt like that before and it scared me. However, there was no retreating from my intentions. That feeling gave me energy, made my adrenaline pump faster in my veins and I wanted to smash something to pieces.

“I’m going to the range,” I mumbled knowing well that I was unable to tolerate being in the apartment.

Stomping from Cory’s room, I made my way back to the living room and picked up my motorcycle keys. Just as I headed to the door, the bell rang.

“Who the fuck is that?” I grounded through clenched teeth.

In two quick strides I was at the door yanking it open to see Luca standing there with a blooming orchid in a pot. He held it out to me, his face displaying concern, and I knew he was aware of what happened. Looking into his eyes caused my knees to become weak and a lump to rise to my throat. I felt the tears hit the back of my eyes, but I quickly caught myself and blinked them away.

Taking the plant, I turned and walked to the kitchen where I placed it on the counter. Afraid to look at Luca, I kept my back turned should I break down. This might not have been such a good idea because the next thing I knew he engulfed me in a warm back hug. The urge to fight him off was strong, but even stronger was the urge to just allow him to wrap me in his warm embrace, and make my troubles disappear. His masculine scent warmed me, his strong arms comforting me.

“Have you told Nando yet?” he murmured against my ear.

“No, I can’t. My Sis is pregnant, and I don’t want her or Nando getting involved in this. I’ll take care of this.”

“Babes, we’ll take care of this.”

His words and tone made me weak. I twisted to face him, burying my face in his chest and inhaling deeply. Luca pulled me closer, whispering words of comfort, such as, ‘We will get those motherfuckers. Their blood will stain the streets, and their mothers will holler in pain.’

Lifting my head, I cupped his face and pulled it toward me. I had no idea what came over me other than I needed something in that moment and Luca was the only one there … the only one that could give it to me. Our lips met and his eyes widened. I pulled back and looked into confused eyes.

“I need you,” I whispered. “Just let me do what I want with you … just this once.”

His hands gently slid over mine and rested on the back of my hands. “You know how I feel about you, but you’re grieving now. It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of that.”

I snickered and kissed him again. “You think you’d be taking advantage of me? I was of the impression I was the one taking the advantage, knowing how attracted you are to me.”

As he opened his mouth to offer an answer, I pushed my breast into his chest then devoured his mouth. I took his tongue in a savage kiss, sliding my right hand down his back and grabbing his ass. His moan fueled my need to feel things other than the numbness that had seeped into my bones. I wanted a man, and he was here.

Luca slipped both arms around my thighs, right under my ass and lifted me. The man hoisted me as though I weighed nothing. I was impressed by his sheer strength. I wrapped my thigh around his hips, feeling his hard dick pressing into my crotch.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Put me down. I wanna be free of these frickin’ clothes.”

He loosened his grip, and I slid down, loving the feel of his dick against my pussy. After slipping from my jacket, I wiggled from the jeans and tossed them both across the room.Luca also removed his clothes and pulled me back into his arms, kissing me hard. His hand was on my breast, his fingers fiddling my nipples.

I relished the feel of his skin next to mine as I tried to put my brother’s death from my mind. Reaching down, I gripped his dick and gasped when I touched his King’s Crown. Most male piercings were Prince Alberts, but his was just on the ridge of the penis. I caressed it, making it swell in my palms, my pussy getting wetter. His dick pulsed as my pussy clenched fiercely, an ache in the pit of my belly. But his lips were on my nipple, making me weak.

“Aaah!” I gasped.

I hadn’t had a man in a while and his mouth on my skin was electrifying. His hand slip between my thighs, his finger finding my clit.

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