Page 32 of Unsettled
“Do you often go without underwear, Little One?” he asks, without taking his lips off my throat. He moves his hand higher, brushing the backs of his fingers against the side of my dick, making me whimper.
“Only when I wear this style of suit,” I admit, rocking my hips a little, encouraging him. “I prefer the pleated skirts, but sometimes it's nice to mix it up.” I moan when he brushes more firmly against my cock, forcing pre-cum to bead at the tip.
Ignacio draws my mouth back to his, and I get lost in the taste and feel of him. The fluttering feeling in my chest and stomach makes me as breathless as his kisses.
Before I can beg for him to lay me out on the floor, or even bend me over the desk or couch—I’m not picky—the door to the office opens.
“Roman, you need to—” Hollis cuts himself off mid-sentence and I groan, pulling away from Ignacio's mouth, to look over his shoulder at my lover.
Ignacio makes a noise that can only be described as a growl as he shifts, turning his back to the door, shielding me, since I'm sitting half-naked in his lap. I laugh, and Hollis rolls his eyes.
“Please,” Leandro says, maneuvering around Hollis. “We’ve all seen Roman’s dick. Nothing going on here is a surprise to us.”
“What’s going on?” I push away from Ignacio, who slowly lets me go, annoyance and reluctance written on his face. I kiss him lightly, before standing and smoothing my skirt down, makingsure everything is in place. I hope my nails are dry enough that they won’t smudge as I do so.
“We found something that may give us answers,” Hollis answers me, holding out his tablet.
Ignacio stands and looks over my shoulder as I take the device—he might be shorter than my other lovers, but he's still taller than I am…though everyone is. “What are we looking at exactly?” he asks, but before Hollis or Leandro can answer, he says, “You got a location?”
My heart skips a beat as my breath catches in my throat. I stare at the address on the screen, hope teetering inside my chest as I wait for an answer.
“Possibly,” Hollis says cautiously.
I look up from the tablet and meet my other lover’s dark gaze. “Please,” I say quietly. “Per favore, Amante.”
Ignacio snakes a hand around my waist, as I stare at Hollis with anticipation.
“As you know, we’ve been monitoring the apartments Keegan and Marcus got word of. That dumbass fed—Tom Court—showed up. I called one of my spies, who then requested help in following him.” Hollis smirks, a dark and twisted expression that makes hope flutter in my chest once more. “Luckily, someone I know from my freelance days was in town, and took over surveillance—he can give your Ghost a run for his money, Chaos—anyway, he tracked the fed to that address.” Hollis nods at the tablet in my hands. “Notice anything familiar?”
Looking down at the screen once more, I study the photos of the building and the address. “Fucking hell, this is the place we tried to buy last year.”
“Yep. What are the odds that our federal friend just happens to be there right now?”
Dread begins to settle in, right beside the hope. I look at Hollis once more. “There aren’t many coincidences in this life, if any.”
He dips his chin in agreement. “Call a meeting, Boss. We need to talk about next steps.”
Swallowing, I take a moment to enjoy the warmth of Ignacio’s arm around me, before I pull away, knowing this may be the last moment of quiet peace we get for a while.
Handing the tablet back to Hollis, I walk over to my desk and pick up the phone, knowing that this one call, a rallying of the troops, could change everything. For better or worse, this may be over soon.
Istride toward Roman’s office, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling inside me. The message to get to his office—and itishis, not his father’s—because they found a lead, had me jumping from my desk, and hurrying Benjamin out. I’m more energized after the nap, and my friend seems to understand how much I need him in my personal sphere. He’s keeping me steady, which I desperately need.
I barely make it through the door, before I call out, “What’s the lead?”
I’m momentarily surprised to find Ignacio holding Roman, while whispering in his ear. When I enter, he straightens and squeezes Roman’s shoulder one more time, before coming toward me. He tilts his head toward both Benjamin and me, in a show of respect. “Bosses.”
Studying him carefully, I can only nod back, because words escape me. Instead, I head toward Roman, as the rest of my family gathers in one section of the room, with the Amatos in another. Despite how much we’ve mixed lately, it appears, when it comes to rescuing our Bosses, we’re all feeling more comfortable with our own Families.
I yield the floor to Roman, who is standing in front of his desk. “We have a lead. It could possibly be the location. We’ve found the federal agent—Tom Court—up to his neck in properties, including a warehouse that could potentially be where Il Padrone and my dad are being held.
“Right now, a friend of Hollis’s is keeping watch. Court is there currently. It should take about thirty minutes to get there. We need an action plan.”
“Nario and I would like to infiltrate,” Antonio speaks up, his grin turning evil as he leans against the wall. “I owe Tommy Boy some fun. We’ll get you the numbers.”
“Hollis, can you send the address to Antonio?” I ask, and barely any time passes before Antonio’s phone pings. He’s already bouncing on his toes, and I have to resist rolling my eyes at him. “Go. I want to know what we’ll be walking into.”
He’s gone before any of us can say anything else. I’m sure Nicolo isn’t going to be happy about both of his lovers walking into potential danger without him, but there’s no way he’d want to face Benjamin if he tried to leave. Fucker can be harsh on physical therapy. Not to mention, I’m fairly certain, Doc can be almost as terrifying as Dr. Ranlen.
