Page 86 of Precious Legacy

“I hope you made the fuckers hurt.”

Lifting my head, I see the smile curve his lips, my own mirroring the action. I’ve thought about every single hour I spent making Ashton and his friend pay for what he did. Sometimes I feel like it was never enough, like they deserved a death worse than what I provided. But you can’t take back what’s already happened, you just have to move forward. Maybe now that I’ve killed Greedy and Byron, Alanis can do just that.

Well, after I dispense with the cop.

We lull into silence for a moment, sipping on our coffees until the day breaks through the windows behind Varo. There’s still the other issue that we need to discuss. Friday night wasn’t a random raid, it was planned and carried out under the noses of those in Gambino’s pocket.

“What do we know about what happened at the warehouse?” I ask Varo.

He shrugs, sipping the last of his coffee as if it isn’t scalding hot. It’s a stupid attempt to avoid addressing the elephant in the room. “Ask your mole,” he retorts.

“Ourmole,” I correct. “I haven’t heard a word from him. I spoke to Cillian as soon as I got out, and he said his contact had no knowledge of this plan.”

“So, what?” he replies boredly.

“So… either this was a legit thing, or the Russians are greasing palms. My money is on the latter.”

“Or it could have been a genuine bust. We’re not untouchable, Ro. Sooner or later, we’re gonna be a target for someone,” Varo says dismissively. “It’s why we have to keep ahead of things.”

“Vee,” I huff. “We need to get to the bottom of this. We need to know why Milo was with the Chief of Police, because I know that has something to do with this.”

He rolls his eyes at me, pushing away from the kitchen island. “I’m not kidnapping or torturing him for answers!”

“Why not, Lover Boy? Maybe you can drag his deepest darkest secrets,” I tease.

“Because, Ro,” he growls. “If he’s in bed with the Russians and something happens to him, regardless of him being a cop, it spells trouble for us, too.”

Fuck, he’s right. We can’t risk the Russians getting ahold of any information that might jeopardize us as well. What we really need is for Gracie to give us something,anythingthat we can use to confirm our suspicions. If we have leverage on Milo, we might be able to come to some agreement.

“Fine,” I relent. “Let’s wait until Gracie finds something.”

He nods in agreement before padding towards the couch. He grabs his jacket and shoes and heads towards the front door. “Just focus on taking care of my sister, Ro.” He gestures down the hallway with a knowing smirk. “You’ve got some groveling to do.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’m already pushing up off my stool and heading down the hallway before the door closes behind Varo.

After a shower to wash the grime and stench of the twentieth precinct from my skin, I slip into bed behind Alanis, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her towards my body. Nothing feels as good as it does right now. I swear it feels like weight lifts from my chest as soon as I’m touching her. Just her presence soothes the darkness in me, and it’s hard not to feel the flush of warmth spread across my chest.

Lani puffs out a soft breath as she wiggles her ass closer to me. Her hair smothers my face. She smells like fresh linen and soap, and all I want to do is to sink into that scent.

I nuzzle into her neck and she hums gently as I slide my palm over her silky thigh. “You miss me, Presh?”

“Hmm…” she shifts into my embrace, her back still pressed against my chest. “Nope.”

My hand moves between her legs. I’m not at all surprised to find her wearing no underwear, and when I slip a finger through her slick folds, I groan against her shoulder blades. “Liar,” I murmur in her ear. “This sweet cunt has been waiting for me, isn’t that right?”

She bucks her ass back and forth in contradiction, coaxing my finger deeper into her. I push another digit into her pussy, letting her tight walls squeeze hard as she rides my hand. The heat from her body seeps into my bare skin, her restrained pants filling the air. “No,” she replies defiantly.

That single word has me tugging my hand away from her pussy and reaching for her jaw. My hand squeezes her cheeks together as I shove two soaked fingers inside her mouth. “Your pussy betrays you, Lani.”

Even though I can’t see her in the low light, I can feel the heat of her cheeks flush. She wraps her tongue around my digits, sucking them clean before releasing them with a pop. “Me and my pussy are not friends right now,” she bites back.

I love her fucking defiance. Her stubbornness turns me the fuck on, and the fact she doesn’t stop me when I thrust into her so hard the bed jolts tells me she loves it just as much.

Hooking her leg over mine, I wrap my hand around her throat, keeping her in position so I can attempt to fuck the attitude out of her. We both know she’s more compliant after she’s had a few orgasms, and with the way she whimpers, it won’t take her long.

Punching my hips forward, the sound of our flesh slapping fills the room. Her moans fall loud and freely, rasping as I squeeze her airways a little.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice gravelly.

---