Page 18 of Black Wedding

Her tongue sweeps over my lips, demanding access, and I can tell when she finally tastes herself as she groans into my mouth. Fuck, I’m getting hard again, and my willpower to make this all about her is waning quickly. So instead, I turn her around and start to gently wash her hair. I run my fingers through her long luscious locks, and it amazes me that I have never done this for a woman before.

We both take time to wash each other, trying to avoid each other’s more sensitive parts, so we don’t end up fucking like rabbits in the shower. Turning off the shower, I lift her up and wrap us both in towels. Making sure we are both dry, I gently lay her on the bed before pulling the covers over us. She rests her head against my chest, another new for me, and I gently brush the hair out of her eyes. We fall asleep like that, and I choose to ignore how fucking comfortable I am with her tucked against my side and with her leg hitched over mine.

We are both awoken from our sleep by the mobile ringing on the bedside table right beside my head. I reach over, confused when I don’t recognise the name and number on the phone, for that matter. That’s when it comes back to me that I am in Bree’s room, and she is still lying against my side. She sees me looking at the phone and reaches over, taking it from my hand and giving me the most beautiful smile.

“Hey, Jimmy, what’s going on?” She pauses, clearly letting the guy finish before telling him she will meet somewhere in thirty minutes. I look at her questioningly.

“Jimmy, my dad’s head of security. I sent him a text last night after you fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep until I knew something was being done, that people were looking into it for us. That was him telling me he has a lead. I’m going to get some answers,” she says. I can tell by the way she is looking at me that she is waiting for me to tell her she can’t go or to ask her more questions. I know how she operates though and remember that she is not to be fucking messed with, so I let it go and sit up to get dressed.

“Okay then, let’s go meet Jimmy.” If she thinks she is going without me, then she has another thing coming. If we are doing this thing, then we are doing it together. After tasting her sweet pussy, I know I am all in.

Idon’t even bother trying to tell Liam that he can’t come along. I want him to see the other side of me, the one I don’t let anyone see. The side that people don’t think I am capable of having. But that’s okay, I love being underestimated because the underdog always wins.

The threat really caught me off guard because it was so personal. Whoever sent it knows a lot about me, or there’s a snitch in my father’s company. That’s who we are going to have a little chat with today. Jimmy has suspected for a while that Art is a turncoat, that he swapped to work for a rival firm, but nobody has any proof. We are working on rumours and accusations, but you can’t be too sure in our line of work. So I plan on finding out.

Obviously, my life has been threatened numerous times before. I mean fuck, I was kidnapped just a couple of weeks ago. It feels like Liam has been in my life for so much longer, and he was never a real threat. I mean, he could have been if he wanted to be. I’ve never seen Liam in action, but I have seen him focused, and the rage on his face when he saw the threat let me know exactly what he is capable of. I know that together we will put this threat to bed, and then we will exemplify whoever is responsible. We have to make a point, so nobody else thinks about trying this and to make sure that they take our reign seriously.

Pulling up at the warehouse, I climb out of Liam’s BMW. It’s sleek, black, and rumbles when the engine starts. This car is perfect for him; it’s like him but in vehicle form. It looks perfectly normal, but when you turn on the engine, it roars to life, rumbling through your body before soaring along the open roads. It doesn’t look like it’s powerful, but as we know, looks can be deceiving. He walks towards me with that sexy, cocky grin that quite literally melts my panties. I try desperately not to think about how it felt with his tongue on me earlier. Fuck, he has a talent, but when he said he didn’t want or expect anything in return, he had me. I already knew the guys I had been with before were fucktards, but Liam just confirmed it. I have never had a guy make it all about me and my pleasure, and fuck did he make sure I was screaming and moaning with pleasure. I have never been given an orgasm by someone else, and he managed it on the first attempt. I was literally knocked off my feet.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to get him out of my system, but all it has done is leave me desperate for his cock. But since we didn’t go all the way, I was not classing earlier, no matter how fucking epic it was. Yeah, that makes perfect sense. It only counts if he sticks his cock in, which means we still haven’t got it out of our system. Perfectly logical! I’m still in shock he managed to give me a fucking earth-shattering orgasm on the first attempt. He puts the other pussies I dated to shame.

Liam reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. We look like a real couple, which is precisely the look we are going for. I don’t miss the way his gaze slips over my body, taking in my appearance. Given how his eyes become hooded with lust, he is obviously a fan of my work ensemble. I am wearing some old ripped jeans, a dark vest top and my favourite leather jacket, paired with my favourite black motorcycle boots. I look like your classic rocker girl, but there isn’t exactly a dress code for running a crime Family. My father and grandfather are always in their suits, dark and foreboding. I am not a suit kind of girl, and neither is Liam. He is wearing a similar look to mine, and fuck, does he make distressed jeans and a tight t-shirt look so fucking hot. I’m not even trying to hide my staring. His cocky smirk becomes even more prominent, and I just roll my eyes at him. He knows he is fucking gorgeous, but I don’t mind letting him know a bit more.

I guide Liam towards the door. The signs surrounding us are for a toy company that is owned by my father. It’s a front for imports, but you have to have somewhere to conduct business. The large metal building is on the edge of an industrial estate. The nearest factories are far enough away that they never cause us any issues. We don’t want any too close or they may become suspicious. Not that it matters, my father and Gramps have greased enough palms to ensure that nobody looks too closely at our business.

Jimmy, obviously having seen us on the CCTV, comes out to meet us. Jimmy is tall, burly, and stern-looking, but that’s just the face he keeps for other people. I get to see the relaxed smile that is rarely seen. His greying hair is short, and a matching lightly cropped beard spreads across his chin. The crow’s feet and bags around his eyes are a reflection of his age, but made worse by the stress of the job. He is only fifty-eight, but he looks a lot older. I smile when I see him, dropping Liam’s hand so I can greet Jimmy with our usual hug.

Pulling me close, he whispers in my ear while making sure to keep me wrapped up in his arms, “Missed you, Bee. How are you doing?”

He lets me go, and straight away, I reach back to take Liam’s hand in mine. It’s like I am drawn to him, desperate to maintain some form of contact with him. But, now that shit is getting real, I realized on the drive over here that even though I know I can do this alone, I don’t want to. I want to know that no matter how bad shit gets, when I get home with Liam I can take off the mask. I don’t have to be Brianna, leader of a crime Family in front of him, I can just be Bree. The girl who plays twenty questions while getting drunk and eating her body weight in pizza. Liam is about to see the brutal side of me in action for the first time. What if I scare him off?

“I’m doing good, thanks. I need to find out who is threatening our reign before we have even gotten married, though…Which reminds me…Jimmy, meet Liam Doughty. Liam, this is the guy who raised me. He’s like a father to me, Jimmy Neil.” I stand between two men who shouldn’t mean so much to me, but they do. Jimmy stepped up to be my dad when I needed him the most, when my own father didn’t give a shit. Liam is the one who stepped up to stand beside me. He believed in me before he even got to know me. These men get me, but will they be able to get along?

“We have met before,” spits Jimmy.

Liam starts to speak but is quickly interrupted. The loud thump of skin on skin startles me, and it takes me a few seconds to realise that Jimmy punched Liam in the face. I take a step so I’m firmly in the middle, preparing to break up a fight but knowing, in reality, I stand no chance. These are two big guys, and if they throw down while I’m standing here, there’s a good chance I will get hurt, even if it is by accident.

I’m startled when I hear Liam laugh, his hand cupping his bleeding nose. I listen to it more clearly as he pulls his hand away, revealing some blood, but luckily his nose doesn’t look broken. “I guess I deserved that,” he chuckles.

What the hell? If I wasn’t confused enough with Liam’s reaction to being punched, I am even more baffled when Jimmy stretches out his hand to shake Liams. I am looking between them like the world’s most bizarre tennis match, my eyes flicking from one to the other. I am waiting for the fight that never comes.

“I appreciate a man who can admit his mistakes and take a punch.” Jimmy is still holding out his hand, and I know it is the utmost disrespect to refuse the handshake. But I also know Liam’s hand is covered in blood.

Wiping one of his hands down his jeans, he reaches out and shakes Jimmy’s hand. “I don’t regret kidnapping Bree, but I am sorry because I can see how much she means to you. I never expected things to go this far, but now that this is happening, you need to know I am all in. I will stand by Bree’s side, no matter what.”

Jimmy nodded, but his face still held that look of suspicion. He struggled to trust people in everyday situations, so this was even worse. But I know Liam would win him over, he’s just that type of guy. He won me over while I was still tied to his bed. Fuck, maybe we need to get those ropes out again. No, focus, Brianna!

“You talk a good talk, but time will tell. Don’t forget, boy, that I know all about you and your family. You abandoned your blood and said you didn’t want to live this life, but now you do. Why?” Jimmy asks sceptically.

Liam chuckles, pulling his hand away to find his nose has now stopped bleeding. He uses the hem of his t-shirt to clean himself up, and I try to ignore the flash of abs I get when he lifts his top. “My father’s a psychopath. I am in this life; I never left. I just follow my own standards. Blood is important to me, my family is still my family, but that doesn’t mean I have to follow his words as gospel. I genuinely believe Bree has what it takes to make the right kind of changes. I follow her because I choose to. Even if we weren’t getting married and sharing the role, I would still follow her,” Liam says, taking my hand in his.

His cocky smile is back, and I can’t help matching it. “So, now that you have interrogated Liam, can we get to the real reason we are here?” I say, practically bouncing on my heels, desperate to get started.

I can feel that telltale feeling of blood lust invading my senses, my heart racing as adrenaline floods my system. Jimmy nods and leads us into my father’s warehouse. We walk through the fake setup, the rooms that look like they really could belong to a toy factory, before getting to the backroom. My room.

It’s a large room covered in what I’m sure used to be white tiles. Now they are stained in various bodily fluids and grime. The floor even has a handy drain to allow for it to be easily cleaned after usage. Along one wall is a table made for DIY tools but littered with all manner of instruments that can inflict pain. Not that I bother much with those. There’s also a tatty, orange sofa that looks like it has seen better days, but it serves its purpose as somewhere for people to sit while they watch the show. There’s even a small fridge next to it that I know the guys always keep stocked with beer. Of course, sometimes there can be hours between the person being captured and the interrogation beginning, so I don’t blame them for wanting somewhere kitted out.

My attention is drawn to, as always, the chair that is padlocked to the centre of the room. Tied to the chair is a young guy, probably only a couple of years older than me. I have seen him around my father’s office before. I know he is one of his dealers. His name is Art.

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