Page 116 of Mafie Kings

I clench my phone in my hand, “Damien is not a fuck up,” I say, my voice getting louder, “and neither is Alexi, for that matter. In fact, you would think that we already run this entire organization. How it looks from where I’m standing, is that with us gone, you can’t seem to keep shit in line.”

Silence. I never raise my voice, but I think now is the perfect time to make it clear this is the new me. “I will not tolerate you speaking about my brothers that way again.”

He clears his throat. “I don’t know who you think you are, or where this is coming from, but I won’t tolerate disrespect…”

I cut him off, not caring about the little rant he was about to go on. “You will tolerate what I give you because you have no choice. We will be taking over one day very soon. And while your help in this time of change is welcome, it’s also not needed if this is how you’re going to speak to me.” I take a deep breath. “Our accounts will be frozen for fifteen days, after that you should be able to have the money transferred to the new, more secure ones I will be creating.”

I hit the end call button. This is the new me, and he better get used to it.

I sit back in my chair, knowing I have to tell the guys about what happened, but I need to collect my thoughts first.

A small knock sounds at the door, changing my mood instantly.

“Come in,” I say. Evie steps into the room and closes the door behind her. Something is different though, she looks almost shy. “You okay?”

She nods, walking closer to me. “I just missed you,” she says quietly.

I smile, looking at this silver-haired goddess in front of me. She’s wearing an oversized shirt that says ‘Bite me’ and some baggy sweatpants. I reach out, pulling her into my lap and she folds into me. Her body fits perfectly against mine and I soak in her warmth, my heart rate finally slowing.

Evie sits up to look me in the eyes. “I want to talk to all of you after the trial this weekend, if that’s okay.”

“Of course that’s okay, is something wrong?” I haven’t even asked her about how she’s been feeling with the trial coming up, I feel like an idiot.

“I just need to tell you guys some stuff—about me.” She looks down. “I know it’s been a secret, who I am and who my family is. But…” I let the silence linger, waiting for her to finish. “I want to tell the three of you.”

“Even Alexi?” I’m surprised she’s coming around to him. Their lunches haven’t ended in anyone being stabbed, though, so I take that as a win.

“Yeah, I think we are learning to trust each other in a way.” She shrugs.

“And you trust us enough with this?” I need to hear her say it. I need to know she trusts us.

She sighs, “I’m starting to.” She lays her head on my chest, no doubt hearing my racing heartbeat. “Why are you so anxious?” This woman can read me like a book.

“I think The Shades just tried to attack our accounts. I was able to block them out, but I’m afraid they’ve got too much information. I had to call my father and ask him to help us move the accounts elsewhere and he got pissed.” I pull her tighter to me, letting her warmth calm me.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. I don’t know why she would apologize, but when she sits up and kisses my lips softly, I lose all train of thought on the matter.

Evie moves in my lap, straddling me in my computer chair. The position can’t be comfortable for her, but she doesn’t complain. I roll the chair to the edge of the bed, kissing her the whole way. When my knees hit the mattress, I stand up and hold her in my lap as her legs find their place around my waist. I’m so hard that even my sweatpants feel confining.

Breaking the kiss, I give her a wicked grin before tossing her onto the bed. I flip her on her stomach and trail kisses down the side of her neck. I pull her shirt up, seeing the scars. “Is this okay?” I ask, not wanting to push her too far.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, pushing her ass against my straining cock.

I slide her top off and take in all the marks on her back. The scar tissue alone has to hurt like hell, but she’s never once acted like it. I grab some lotion out of my side drawer and warm it in my hands. I push her up on the bed and straddle her ass.

“I want you to be a puddle for me, don’t move.” I rub the lotion on her back, taking my time to find the knots and work them out slowly. Her little moans when I hit a spot that feels good has my cock leaking and needy. But this isn’t about me just yet, this is about her.

I focus on the scars that are built up and no doubt irritating, starting in a circular pattern and then moving to an up-and-down motion to help relieve the tension and break up the collagen. After thirty minutes, she’s arching her back, pushing her ass into my dick. I’m incapable of holding back any longer.

I push my length between her ass, letting her feel what she does to me. Moving my hands down, I grip her hips and thrust harder into her to create more friction. Precum soaks my sweats, but I couldn’t care less.

“Lev,” she says breathlessly, “more.”

I step down from the bed, sliding her pants from her waist until they pool around her ankles. She kicks them off effortlessly. Her scars are so fucking beautiful—telling the story about what made this woman so strong. I trail my knuckles down her ass, noticing red scars from healed welts. I want to know everything that happened to her and rip the heads from every person who ever touched what's mine.

I slip my hand between her thighs to find her dripping. “Holy shit, Lucky Charm. You’re so wet for me.” I shove three fingers into her heat and they slide in with ease. Her muscles tense around me as she groans into the mattress.

“Turn your head, I want to hear every sound you make for me.” She does as she’s told, and I can’t help but think about Damien. I want him to control me with her, to tell us what to do and how to do it. Until then, I guess I’ll just have to make her scream on my own.

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