14 Chapter 13 (1/2)

Dornan

He didn't care that he was married, or that she was his captive. When she stuck his cigarette between her lips and inhaled, it took every ounce of Dornan's willpower not to press her up against the wall and suck the smoke right out of her mouth as he devoured her. Instead, he settled for studying every inch of her with his ravenous eyes, as she spoke in that s.e.xy little accent and slow-blinked those big eyes at him.

And she had asked him to come back. His d.i.c.k was practically trying to jump out of his pants and into her, and he bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself.

He found himself dreaming up scenarios to extend his father's business trip in Bogota, ways to have this girl to himself for a few days instead of just a few more hours. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to run his hands down those smooth brown arms that'd been wrapped around him for almost an hour, and he wanted to brush his fingertips against those lush rosebud lips that made the difference between her being pretty and being beautiful.

Beautiful. He realised it had been forever since he'd thought a woman beautiful. He'd seen plenty of pretty girls, plenty of s.e.xy women. But truly beautiful women were few and far between in his world. It was too violent, too b.l.o.o.d.y, too m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic for beautiful women to survive, and so they somehow knew to stay away.

But she had offered herself to his father, a willing captive, in exchange for the safety of her parents and siblings. It impressed him. It intrigued the h.e.l.l out of him. Dornan respected his father, but if the right person came along and wanted to take Emilio out, Dornan would probably load the bullets into the gun and hand it to them himself.

Yeah, he had issues. Didn't everyone, though? He saw the haunted look in this girl's eyes and knew that it was unintentional. She thought she was being c.o.c.ky, a smarta.s.s, and for the most part that was what he saw. But there was something else in her gaze, in those big, almond-shaped eyes that begged him to stay with her.

Sadness. Wisdom. She was older than her nineteen years, much older. He wondered about the things she had seen that would make her like that, and he vowed to keep her close until he knew all of her precious secrets.

But for now? For now, he was going to take a p.i.s.s before he exploded. Then, he was going to take a long, hot shower and beat one out. He was going to close his eyes and imagine that it was her pink lips at the end of his d.i.c.k as he took the edge off. He needed to get her out of his G.o.dd.a.m.n brain for two minutes so he could focus on business.

And the business was particularly demanding of his focus today. Ana's father had lost a s.h.i.+tload of cocaine to the DEA, and Emilio's carefully supplied network was screaming for product that they didn't have. The c.o.ke trade that was the foundation for everything Emilio and Dornan did was a beast, and the beast was screaming to be fed.

Despite Ana's request, he didn't go back into the room immediately after using the bathroom down the hall. Instead, he made the somewhat reluctant pilgrimage upstairs to the kitchen, from where his mother had been banished in antic.i.p.ation of a heated meeting with some of the Cartel's main players. His uncle Julian was sitting at the long oak dining table, next to Emilio, who was at the head of the table. Of course. The old man took every chance he could get to a.s.sert his position of power, and remind everyone else they were beneath him.

Dornan found it both annoying and fascinating.

'You just get in?' Dornan asked, confused.

He nodded a greeting at Julian as he watched his father stab a cherry tomato and devour it.

Dornan thought of what he'd just done. He had picked the girl up with a contingent of his men because Emilio had told him he'd be away for a few more days, and couldn't do it himself. And now here he was, in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table eating f.u.c.king tomato salad and arugula.

Emilio shrugged, chewing on a mouthful of food.

'Where is everyone?' Dornan asked, more than a little irritated.

His father shrugged again, and Dornan bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood. His f.u.c.king father was infuriating.

Dornan turned and left the room, not bothering to look back. He'd learned over the years that it was so much easier to walk away from his father. Every other motherf.u.c.ker who annoyed him had to answer to him, but Daddy dearest was sadly off limits. After all, Emilio was the man who ensured their shady world kept turning.

Dornan left the kitchen, letting the heavy door close behind him as he stalked across the foyer. Tall double doors with bra.s.s handles reached up in front of him, and he grabbed both handles at the same time, flinging them open onto the verandah that flanked the front of the house.

A sea of motorcycles greeted him, but no Gypsy Brothers to accompany them. What the f.u.c.k? A dozen guys in leathers weren't easy to miss. He looked to his left, noticing two cars had been pulled out of the three-car garage and parked in front of the closed doors. Bingo.

He covered the distance between the house and garage quickly, throwing open the single service door to the garage that sat right next to the first of three tilt-doors. The smell of s.e.x immediately invaded his nostrils, entirely unwelcome since it wasn't him who was taking part in the act.

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The garage was ma.s.sive. It was slightly insulting that Emilio chose to banish any of Dornan's crew to the garage instead of letting them into the house, but right now Dornan couldn't fault his father. He raised his eyebrows as he saw one of the young Mexican women who cleaned for his father, completely naked on the hood of his mother's Mercedes. The poor woman would have a heart attack if she saw how her car was being corrupted. The chick on the hood, the girl who dusted his mother's blinds and washed their f.u.c.king towels, had her legs spread wide and one of his guys was mouth-f.u.c.king her. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she said something unintelligible in Spanish. She looked like she was having a fine time.

Dornan stepped closer and cleared his throat, the woman's body shuddering at the same time as she opened her eyes, the shock on her face almost comedic. She slammed a hand over her mouth and locked eyes with Dornan, stifling a loud moan as she came.

Her cheeks went bright red and she looked down at the Gypsy Brother between her legs, trying to bat him away with her free hand. Apparently Viper was too far into what he was doing to even realise his boss was standing behind him. He stood up, not paying attention to the chick's expression as she covered her face in shame, pulling her hips closer to him and slamming himself into her.

'Vipe,' Dornan said pointedly.

Viper jumped so high in the air he almost took the chick off the hood of the car.

'f.u.c.k!' he yelled in surprise, falling on top of the car's hood and making the woman scream as he no doubt gave her his all.

'Vipe,' Dornan repeated, starting to get angry. 'What the f.u.c.k are you doing?'

Viper pushed himself up on the hood of the car so he wasn't crus.h.i.+ng the woman, a sheepish look on his face. 'I was waitin' for you, D,' he said, continuing to thrust.

Dornan sighed. 'You've got two minutes to get out of that woman and into the kitchen. You can f.u.c.k the help after we've sorted this c.o.ke situation.'

'I figured you'd be banging that one we just picked up,' Vipe said.

Dornan chose not to answer. 'You get your j.i.z.z on my mother's car, I'll cut your nuts off myself.'

He left Viper to his business and stalked back into the house. There was only one other place his boys would be. He burst back into the front doors, taking a sharp right down the hallway until he reached a door at the end. He threw the door open and what he saw made him want to laugh until he cried.

His mother had insisted on having her sitting room made big enough to accommodate their large extended family. It was an impressive room, all high ceilings and wing-backed brown leather chairs nestled between overstuffed sofas. His mother sat in her own custom recliner, an espres...o...b..lanced expertly between her thumb and forefinger.

That wasn't the strange part. The strange part was the twelve Gypsy Brothers sitting around awkwardly sipping on coffees.

'Ma,' Dornan chided. 'What the h.e.l.l are you doin' back here with this lot?' His mother, a short, blonde woman in her fifties, raised one manicured eyebrow as she extended a slender arm to her mouth and sipped her coffee.

'The boys have been filling me in on your latest endeavours,' she said, her Queens accent as strong as it had ever been, even though she'd been in San Diego for the better part of thirty-five years. 'Seems your father's gotten himself into a dire situation.'

Dornan balled his fists angrily, glaring at the brothers. 'Everybody,' he said, deadly calm. 'Get the f.u.c.k out of this room and into the kitchen. Now.'

Most of them appeared grateful as they dumped their cups on the coffee table and high-tailed it out of the room in a stampede of leather and heavy footsteps. Once the last Gypsy Brother had vacated the room, Dornan turned to face his mother. She made no move to stand as her son towered over her.

'You know,' she said, glancing down into her coffee, 'I used to take you and your brother to the park when you were little. You liked the swings the best. When it was time to go home, you'd scream and beg me to stay.'

Dornan softened slightly; he never could stay angry at his mother, even though she did have a nasty habit of sticking her nose in where it didn't belong. He already had Emilio breathing down his neck with every step he took. He didn't need his mother keeping tabs on the club as well.

'I'd pick you up in my arms and carry you away. You were probably only three or four.' Her blue eyes sparkled as she reminisced. 'You used to yell, ”Help! Mommy, help me!”'

Dornan's mouth twitched up at the memory.

'You looked nothing like me,' she said, some of the joy having leaked out of her voice. 'You were all your father. Still are.'

Something inside Dornan's chest buzzed painfully as he crouched down in front of his mother.

'Ma,' he said gently, trying to catch her gaze.

Her blue eyes filled with water as she finally made eye contact with him.

'Not like your brother,' she whispered. 'He was just like me. Just like me.'

Dornan recalled a small boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. A boy who never got old enough to leave high school before he was gunned down on his way from school as retribution for something Dornan couldn't even remember anymore. A casualty of the war that never seemed to end.

'Ma,' he repeated softly, taking her free hand and squeezing it between his own palms.

'I worry about you,' she said plainly, her eyes still gla.s.sy. 'You're all I've got left.'

Such a display of emotion was rare from his mother; she almost always maintained a ruthless calm that served her well. Her reputation was that of a woman to be feared, a cartel queen who has earned her right alongside the king. But here, now, Dornan saw the fear inside his mother's eyes, and that fear pulled at him.

'You don't need to worry,' Dornan said, giving her hand one last squeeze before he placed it back in her lap.

He stood and turned to leave, her final words like a knife in his chest.

'That's what your brother said,' she murmured.

His mother's vulnerability had rattled him. Still, there was business to attend to, so Dornan did what he was best at: pus.h.i.+ng away everything else and focusing on the task at hand. He'd become adept at compartmentalising things after Raph had died. If he didn't push the dark things down into the abyss inside him, he'd be eaten alive by rage.

In the kitchen, things were finally happening. Emilio still presided over the head of the table, Julian by his side. Dornan's men sat and stood around a spot beside Emilio that was obviously meant for him. Dornan glanced at the empty seat beside his father before taking a spot at the opposite end of the table, directly opposite his father.