Page 109 of Vengeful Lies

Eli Monti is an asshole. Currently, I can’t see a crack in their organization. Rya Monti makes it difficult as an adversary because she can easily get them out of whatever misdeeds might come out in the public eye. Crue Monti is as lethal as they say but has seemingly taken a step back to allow his son to take over the majority of the business.

However, I am not surprised Eli Monti has a hit on him. Though he is versatile and capable in most environments, he doesn’t avoid confrontation, so I would suggest keeping your whereabouts unknown. I would approach cautiously. He should’ve been killed immediately instead of toyed with because he seems to enjoy such games.

Due to not having direct contact with you, I would like to forfeit my involvement with this projectand will pay four times the amount in return, as well as offer my sworn secrecy. I am a hitwoman. Gathering intel is not my specialty, and as such, you can find someone else better suited. Please text me details so I can end this contract on peaceful terms.

If you choose to continue to pursue the Monti family, I thoroughly advise caution. There’s a reason why they run the Italian mafia in New York City.

Best,

Jewel Diamond.

I tuck the letter into my pocket. She had, even back then, tried to step out of the situation, and I don’t even know if she realized at that point she was falling for me. Obviously, my father didn’t respond to her and applied pressure by not acknowledging her demand to be released from the contract.

Eli Monti is an asshole.My lips twitch.

I search for Jewel again, and when I find her, I watch as she hugs Craig. They look deep in discussion, and she smiles as he goes to leave. Before he does, he searches the crowd before his gaze lands on me. He gives me one nod before he turns and walks out. I already know the meaning of that nod. He pre-warned me when I sent him the suit that if I did anything to hurt her, he would come out of retirement and hunt me down. I do quite enjoy a challenge. But he should know better than anyone that I’m the one who needs to be protected… fromher.

She gazes after him as he leaves, her shoulders sagging slightly, and then she spots me. She ignores those who try to approach her and comes to a stop in front of me. The minute she’s within reaching distance, I pull her into me and begin swaying to the music like we were before. Neither of us enjoys dancing, nor are we traditional. But I like holding her in my arms. I like the way she stares up at me, and we soak in this day that was only ever meant to be a ploy but turned into something far greater than we could’ve ever imagined.

“I reckon we can escape soon,” I whisper into her ear.

“We haven’t even eaten yet,” she says. “Your mother was telling me all about the food.”

“But I like to have dessert first.” I wink, then lean down and kiss her lips, my hands finding her hips and holding on to them so she can’t escape.

I don't want her to ever escape me.

“I didn’t get my dessert last night. Don’t you want my cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours?” I croon softly. Red streaks across her cheeks. “What about how my tongue plays circles on your clit? Do you like that?”

She swallows hard and nods.

“I believe you still have to carve your new initials into my other leg.” She pulls me by the neck so I’m at eye level with her. Her hot breath brushes against my ear.

“I like it when you choke me.”

My cock hardens to its full, thick length.

“We have an issue,” I tell her.

“What?”

“My cock is hard, and if I pull away right now, everyone will see.”

She laughs, literally doubles over, and laughs. But I quickly pull her back up to block my cock. My grandparents are here, for fuck’s sake. That’s the last thing they need to see.

“It’s not funny,” I growl.

“It is,” she insists as someone approaches. “I can make it go away… with my mouth.” Whoever it is starts to say something as they reach us, but now all I want is her lips around my cock. I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and head straight to the restrooms. Shutting and locking the door behind us, I place her back on her heels. She’s giggling, and I can’t stop my cock from hardening even more.

“You seem keen on the idea,” she purrs, hiking up her dress. I watch in fascination as she drops to her knees. Careful not to kneel on her dress, she reaches for my zipper and rubs me through my pants, looking up at me with those amber eyes.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Fuck off!” I tell them, still staring down at her. Her smile never wavers as she unzips my pants and pulls my cock free. She licks it—just the tip—before she takes me into her mouth. All the way as far as my cock will go before sliding back to the head.

I moan, trying my hardest not to mess up her perfect hair.

Instead, I slide my hand under her chin and hold her jaw as she proceeds to fuck me with her mouth. I think she hates me, but then again, I think she fucking loves it when I fuck her, and that’s what I plan to do.

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