Page 91 of Precious Legacy

“Sorry, bro. Give me a few more days and I might be able to find something better.”

I rub my brow, exhausted with how much I’m going to have to do in such a short time frame. This place needs more than a damn lick of paint, but with the new plan to alternate where I host the fight nights, I’m not left with much choice.

“It’s fine,” I huff. It’s anything but fine, but this is the consequence of our business.

I take another look around the place, categorizing everything that needs fixing. Considering its state, this warehouse has a lot of potential. It doesn’t have a mezzanine like the last building, but it has alcoves that could definitely pose as VIP sections. The walls will need some heavy reconstruction, which is definitely going to mean overtime and overpay.

Sucking on my smoke, I exhale heavily. This is the last thing I need right now. It’s almost midnight, and between this and trying to figure out how we’re going to outsmart the cops who’re not on Haldon’s payroll, I’m exhausted.

“It’s going to be a long week,” Haldon chortles.

“You’re telling me.”

We head out of the building, the chill of New York City assaulting us both. It makes me regret bringing my bike, but it has its advantages. I’m able to whip through the city traffic, cutting down my travel time by almost half.

“I’ll make some calls tomorrow,” Haldon offers as he heads to his Audi. “Call in some favors.”

I nod my thanks as I pace towards my bike. If it weren’t for him, I’d have no leadership here. Since the move to L.A. took all our resources out there, I’m relying heavily on Haldon and Alvaro for theirs. I’ve only been here two months, so I know it’s going to take some time to gather soldiers and associates. I’m already making headway with the gambling dens. The fightclub has suffered a setback, and with the cops blurring the lines between alliances, I need to rethink my strategy.

Haldon and I have already come to the agreement that pop-up fight clubs are the way forward. Keeping it underground and constantly moving is what will keep this business running. I just need to make sure that the building I’m currently walking away from can withstand a night of chaos.

Waving Haldon off as I stomp on my cigarette, I watch him peel away from the gravel parking lot. I slip my helmet on and start the engine. In no time, I’m speeding down the road. Luckily, I’m near Port Morris, so it’s a short journey back to Lani’s place, but it gives me time to think.

The first thing I need to do is ensure we have the right cops on our side. If the Russians have them in their pockets, we’ve got more than competition, more than violent rivalry. At some point, this was inevitable. There’s only so much the Russians will take under our thumbs before they decide enough is enough.

The Russians are known for their lack of subordination. They run businesses out in Vegas; untouchable businesses that make ours look like a toddler’s playground. They play and fight dirty, and they’re not afraid to get their hands filthy; more so than us. They’re also lethal and run operations that outweigh our own morals. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that the Russians are definitely behind the raid, and I’m worried how far they’ll actually go. They don’t care who they tear down in their path, so long as they hold the cards. Nobody is safe.

I think about the latter as I enter Lani’s apartment, stripping off my clothes and sliding in next to her warm body. Of course, she’s fucking naked. The goddamn tease knows I won’t be able to resist her, especially when she moans softly and wiggles her ass against me.

Running my hand between her legs, I part her thighs and crawl beneath the covers.

“What’re you doing?” she whispers gently. It’s almost in protest, but then she gasps when my breath skates over her pussy.

“Sshhh… you’ll ruin the surprise.” I lick the scar on her inner thigh, preening at the fact that I put it there.

She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging the strands as she angles her hips towards me. “I’m still angry with you.” The irritation in her tone is evident, making me laugh because despite the animosity, she still guides me where she wants me to be.

“I know. You can be angry with me all you want, but just wait until you’ve screamed my name.”

“Fuck you,” she growls.

“Oh, I plan to.” I lick a path through her slit, tasting her, savoring her, then suctioning my mouth on her clit, flicking it with my tongue and making her gasp. My fingers slide into her tight cunt, the walls clenching around them. I don’t know how I manage to go a day without thinking about her pussy; diving into it, wrapped around me. She’s like a goddamn drug, pulling me under. There’s no going back from Alanis, she’s it for me in every single fucking way.

Her sharp edges, her soft lines, they’re all fucking mine.

Her legs part further as her hold tightens in my hair. She hums in approval as I circle my tongue over her sensitive bud. Somehow, the sound just gets better and better. Everything about Alanis is hypnotizing, and the noises she makes get me harder than the fucking concrete keeping that damn warehouse standing.

Between my fingers and my tongue, I fuck her until her entire body is shaking. Her legs quiver and I can tell she’s tryingto hold back. Pure defiance and stubbornness is her personality, and I get off on that just as much as pushing back.

I take her clit between my teeth, biting down until she screams out. Her cries fill the room, and I drive my fingers into her harder and deeper. “Say it,” I demand, my voice low and commanding.

“No!” she bites back.

I pump my fingers faster, determined to get that name she keeps denying me. “Presh.” I flick my tongue again, making her shudder. “Say it.”

“I hate you!”

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I push back onto my heels and grab her thighs. “I know, baby.”

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