Page 12 of Vengeance

“Nothing that was ever confirmed.”

Of course it wasn’t. Though I’d admitted to it and the Soles definitely hadn’t approved when they found out, no one wanted me in jail so the whole thing was chalked up to a gas leak explosion.

“If not her, what about--?”

I hang up the phone before he can finish.

6

Dele

I’ve never had a preference for being hot or cold. I was pretty indifferent to both. The only thing hot or cold weather did was determine how I dressed for the day so the weather wouldn’t kill me.

Now, I’ve had the unfortunate experience of being a human incubator during the summer and practically daydream about the cold fall and winter months.

The hot weather wouldn’t be so bad if I could dress accordingly. If I could wear a pair of shorts, a crop top, or anything light and flowy in the wind. But the necessity of hiding my pregnancy from the public means I don’t get that luxury. The tailors are already being creative enough as it is with my outfits by using clever capes and patterns that pull away from and draw attention from my stomach. It would be a much taller and likely impossible feat to tell them to do it with less fabric.

So when I have the rare luxury of not having to meet with anyone or not having to show my face at the salon or not having to run a fucking mafia war, I can usually be found inside wearing an oversized pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. At night, even that’s too much and when the children are in bed, I lock myself in my room naked with the fan running full blast to keep cool as I sleep.

Sometimes, I can’t sleep though. While my pregnancy has been relatively easy and I have nothing to truly complain or worry about no matter how much I don’t believe it, there has been one annoying thing…

How much I want sex and how impossible it is for me to have it right now.

More specifically, how much I need Viper’s cock and how impossible it is for me to have it.

I thought I knew what needing Viper’s hot cock in me was. But it’s only recently and during my pregnancy that I’ve found myself daydreaming about it. That I’ve tuned out someone droning in a meeting to imagine his hands caressing my breasts, running a gentle hand over my swollen belly, down to my pussy, and fucking me through an orgasm with his fingers. That I’ve left those meetings with my pussy aching painfully for release and gotten home to find my panties soaked. That I’ve gone to bed frustrated and woken up even more frustrated because none of my vibrators or dildos or other toys can give me the kind of release I want. That they’re nothing compared to a hot sweaty body—Viper’s hot sweaty body—pressing against my own hot sweaty body and his cock pounding roughly into me.

Between the heat, the lack of sex, and the pregnancy hormones, I can admit that I’m not the most pleasant person to be around some days. Especially without anything to take out my frustration and, often, boredom on.

So Eileen tells me that Viper has found someone willing to procure us weapons, but it involves me having to get out my bed, get dressed, and physically go somewhere to meet that person on a Saturday afternoon, I’m not particularly happy about it. Fortunately, though usually unfortunately, the person is likely an egotistical ass of a man like many of the players in this business, and I’ll have an excuse to be a bitch. Either that or it’s an egotistical woman who I can still be a bitch to or it’s a woman whose company I actually might enjoy and make me temporarily forget that I unwillingly dragged myself out the house for this.

The meeting place is a discreet hotel in a not unexpensive part of town, but definitely not as loud and luxurious as some of places my other business partners who want to feel seen and validated and like the world to bow at their feet would stay. It’s a good sign. Whoever this is Viper set me up with knows how to be discreet and doesn’t mind it.

Whoever the dealer is requested that I come up to the room completely alone. No one was particularly keen on that, but Viper gave explicit instructions to do exactly what the dealer requested. And if Viper thought someone was laying out a trap for me, he wouldn’t have even let me meet them.

But just because Viper told me that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. A lot of things can happen between scheduling a meeting and having it, including people getting a better deal. Not to mention that as much as I trust Viper, he’s been wrong about people before. Therefore we bend the rules of exactly what coming alone means.

On every floor outside the elevator and the staircase, an undercover guard is present to watch carefully. Days before, I called my sister, Delilah, back to New York to act as a decoy. It’s not something she hasn’t done before. Being that I’m pregnant, and it’s not safe for me to go outside the state right now, Delilah has been dressing up as me or as my long unused alter-vigilante-ego, Vicious to do the things that I can’t do from New York. So she doesn’t ask questions when I call her here and instruct her to go up first disguised as me and ascertain whether or not our so-called dealer can be trusted.

It's not five minutes before she calls down and says that I’m good to go. Her strained tone gives me pause, though.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m sure. Positive, in fact.”

“Then why…”

“You’ll see when you get here.”

I almost call the entire thing off. But Delilah didn’t say any of the code words or phrases that would have notified me that it was unsafe, and if Delilah was setting a trap, she knows how to lie better than that. She’d know how to keep her voice cool and calm and unsuspecting.

So I decide to go up the elevator to one of the upper floor suites that our dealer is staying in. I catch Marcus disguised as waiter in the hall, and he nods that I’m good. Regardless of all the reassurances, though, I casually stick my hand into a hidden pocket of my dress where one of my guns are to be prepared. Just in case.

The door to the suite is unlocked.

I expected a number of things when I got here. The dealer, all his men ready to ambush and get rid of me. Maybe an orgy.

What I didn’t expect was to find a dark haired man in casual pants and button-up shirt with his gun pointed to Delilah’s head.

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