Page 6 of A Seductive Beauty
"I can't wait to meet your little one soon. I'll drop off some biscuits and pastries tomorrow before I head into work." Fiona and Daniella hug. Their size difference very apparent as Daniella stands at least five inches taller than Fiona. "It was nice meeting you, Raul and Mr. Nash." She looks down, and the urge I have to walk over and comfort her is almost all-consuming.
"Call me Wesley, Fiona." He offers her his hand and she takes it. Her small hand in his large mitt. I can’t stop the growl from coming out. I can feel my guys looking at me like I’m crazy, but when Wesley turns to look at me with a smug smile on his lips, the need to knock him out comes over me. But it’s the flush on Fiona’s cheeks that holds me back. It’s as if she likes me being jealous. I turn away from them, trying to ignore her.
“Grady, head to the track and see if there is any footage we missed. Shane and I will be heading out shortly.” I order my guys.
"Well, I better get going before it gets later. Moira is already panicking because it's dark out and I'm by myself. She's too protective." I hear her chuckle as she walks out the room. I tip my head at Seamus and a moment later he’s out the door following her. He’ll send me updates and make sure she makes it home safely.
I don’t know who this guy is she said wouldn’t take no for an answer, but I’ll find out. I pull out my cell and send a quick text to Lex. He’s my hacker and the best I’ve ever seen. He saved me when I was a stupid teenager, and I turned around and returned the favor. We are indebted to each other now.
Me: I want a deeper check into Fiona Griffin. All access. I want to know who has been sniffing around her.
Lex: You think this is about her?
Me: Just do it.
Lex: On it.
I listen in as Daniella and Lord Percival talk about Fiona, and I want to rip her parents apart for disowning her. For hurting her.
“Boss, we should go.” Shane’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.
“Yes, we should.” I stand and nod at Raul Lopez and his wife, Daniella. Wesley has gone into the room to see Mikayla. We exit and head out.
We pull on to the main road into my compound. It’s a sprawling piece of land with six houses, all of them behind gates with guards. We pull into the driveway of my home and Shane parks the SUV in the garage. I step out and head for the doors, but before I get to them, they open and my youngest brother, Rory, is standing there. I take him in for a moment. His brown hair is lighter than mine, more like our mum’s was. He has her green eyes. He’s the same height as me but leaner. He’s probably about the same age as Fiona. I’m too old for her, another reason I need to stay away from her.
The house I use as an office is only partially behind the high fences. My security doesn’t just consist of men walking the perimeter. It’s made up of dogs, cameras, and in some areas electrified fences. Lex and Shane take our security seriously. Especially since another organization has been trying to take us out. My father built this family and business from nothing to what we are today, and I’m not going to let any bloody American take it away from me. I’ve worked hard to build it into a multi-million-dollar company, and the racetrack is only a small part of it. I’ve legalized aspects of the business so not everything we do is illegal. I own clubs and other companies too. Yes, I’m the head of a mafia family, and I have a motorcycle club adjoined with me that my other brother Brody runs, but I’m still a businessman. The Hierarchy is nothing but old-school racist wankers wanting to own everything, and I won’t let them have my island.
“Hey, Lex said there was a wreck at the track today. That Mik is in the hospital,” Rory says as I make my way through the house and toward the kitchen at the back.
“Yeah, she was shot by a sniper and was lucky her grandfather makes her wear so much safety gear.”
“Shot? That’s not what the news said.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear on the news, kid.” I slip my jacket off and hang it over a chair at the table as I make my way to the liquor cabinet. I need a shot of Jameson badly. I need to drown out the need to text Seamus and find out if Fiona made it home safe.
“I’ll have that background check you needed by morning.” Lex strides into the room. His accent is different. It has a touch of what I’ve been told is New Orleans Creole from when he lived there for years before he came here. He’s a couple inches taller than me and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with a band on it. Usually, he’s in a suit like I am. All my guys are dressed in suits except for my brothers. Speaking of them, my other brother Brody walks through the back door. His heavy biker boots clomping across the floor. He’s in jeans and a button-down shirt and leather jacket. His cut over it. When our father created the Knights of Purgatory MC, he assigned his number two man to run it. And that’s what I did when I took over the syndicate; Brody is the president. He works for me on the illegal side of most things.
“Shame you let her wreck that beautiful machine,” he says as he grabs a glass and pours himself a couple fingers too. I take the bottle back and pour more. The edge still hasn’t left me. The need to know if Fiona’s safe. The need to taste her sweet lips and hold her against me again. “Damn, big bruv, you trying to get drunk?”
Everyone knows I don’t drink much because I can’t run this family if I’m not functioning on all cylinders. I shake my head.
“What’s for dinner?” I look at Rory, who lives downstairs. Each of the guys could live in a house but most of them other than Brody live here with me. Rory and Seamus have rooms downstairs, while Shane, Lex, and Grady stay upstairs opposite of the house from my suite. They say when they decide to settle down or I do they’ll move out. I’m never going to settle down, so they can stay here as long as they like. They are my family. My father lives outside Belfast now since he retired. He too is on a large estate.
“The housekeeper made stew. It’s on the stove.” Rory points. Both my bothers have lighter brown hair than mine, and they both have Mum’s green eyes while I have our father’s blue. But the family resemblance is strong amongst us too. We all have the same mannerisms at times, the other guys say.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I put my glass in the sink before I grab my jacket and head upstairs. At the top of the stairs, I turn left to head for my suite. I walk past the bed to the closet to put my jacket away. I slip off my holster with my gun and the knives I have at my back and at my ankle. I enter the bathroom where I strip, dropping the rest of my clothes into the hamper before I step into the large shower.
The multiple shower heads kick on and beat on my muscles. My head drops as I let the water dampen my curls. An image of Fiona standing before me naked with water sluicing off her body causes my already hard cock to weep with precum. I wrap my hand around myself and think about her on her knees before me. Me teaching her how to please me perfectly. Her submission to me causes my balls to pull up as I stroke myself. Her mouth with those full lips wrapped around my cock. I’d push so far into her mouth her eyes would water as she held back from gagging on my length. But she wouldn’t pull away and she would watch me completely. Her small breasts would jiggle as I continued to move in her. She’d lean back slightly until I came on her full bottom lip. She’d lick me clean…
I come, shooting all over the wall of the shower as I groan her name. I know she’s innocent, and I’d dirty her up with my ugliness.
When I step into my room, I look around the area. My home is a fortress, not a home for a beauty. I rake my hands through the longer curls on the top of my head. I need to get her out of my system. It hits me, and I turn to my closet where I dress in an all-black suit, my gun and knives are back on. I move through the house and downstairs on a mission.
“Shane, I’m heading to the club,” I holler out, hoping he wants to stay in for the night. A drive to get her out of my head would do me some good.
“Okay, boss.” He moves from the dining room and slips his jacket back on over his double rig holster. “Problem at the club?”
“Nope, just need to go.”
