Page 109 of Reckoning

“Boss?” One of the other men gasp, like I’ve just cancelled his entire social life.

“You think getting your dick wet is worth risking all our lives?” I growl.

He narrows his gaze, muttering under his breath but we all hear it. “If you weren’t getting yours sucked we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

I don’t hesitate. I don’t give a shit what the consequences are, I pull my gun and I blow his fucking head off. His lifeless body slams into the concrete and a pool of blood rapidly spreads from the gaping wound in his skull.

“Anyone else want to insult her?” I growl.

No one says a word. The few men who dare to look me in the eye keep their expressions locked down.

I raise my hand, pointing to the pictures of the men we haven’t yet located. “We have bigger things to focus on.” I state. As long as those men are out there, as long as they’re still breathing the same air as us, they’re a threat too.

“We’ve identified another one.” Colt says quickly.

“Who?”

He moves pointing to the picture on the right. The one where a man is leant down, knife in hand, obviously about to use it to cut up Sofia’s skin.

“Have you located him?” I ask.

“We wanted to wait for your go-ahead to bring him in.”

I grunt. We’d discussed that. Being smoother with our captures. Not playing with our toys in public. Simple smash and grabs from now on. Reid was right in some ways, these men are too well-known for someone not to spot something sooner rather than later.

“Make the grab.” I say before walking back out.

Koen

Idon’t feel guilty. I don’t feel an ounce of remorse.

She may have been fighting me, she may have been crying but I knew deep down that’s the way she wanted it.

Besides her cunt was gripping me hard enough, was wet enough to prove that she liked it.

After spending the rest of the day and most of the evening focused of shoring up our defences I creep into her bedroom - my bedroom if I’m being particular about it.

She’s lying in the bed, covers up over her, with a lamp on in the corner.

I know she likes to sleep on the floor so I’m guessing her being in bed is because she’s waiting for me. Well, she doesn’t need to wait any longer.

I ease my t-shirt off, drop it silently onto the floor, then remove my jeans and boxers. Once more I’m hard, my cock knows what’s coming, what pleasure we’ll both have in a few moments and I can feel it drooling with anticipation.

Sofia’s soft breathing tells me she’s asleep.

I clamber onto the bed, easing the covers off, anxious not to wake her.

I was cruel with her earlier, aggressive, right now I want to show her body the other side, the side that’s caring, loving.

My eyes widen as I see the sexy underwear she’s got on. Apparently shewaswaiting for me.

Scarlet lace covers her. An underwire bra pushes her tits up but as she’s twisted onto her side her left breast is practically tumbling out.

She looks like a fallen angel. She looks like temptation itself.

I lick my lips, carefully manoeuvring her legs so that I can better get her thong off. It slithers down her thighs, catching on her knees and for a second I think that might just wake her.

I pause, watching her face and realise with relief that she’s still asleep.

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