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The Mafia Devil's Obsession - Chapter 29


Chapter 29


Leah

I made a mistake. A terrible one.

After everything I said about not giving him what he wanted, I still ended up right back in his arms.

I thought all I had to do was lie down through it, but no. Aiden wasn't having it. He made sure to rip out every fucking reaction he wanted out of my body.

He was an unleashed beast I had no business waking. The moment he sank into me, something snapped inside him.

God, this man was rough and brutal. Gentle was a foreign word in his dictionary. One second, I was on top of him, trying to stay in control. The next I was on my stomach, face buried in the couch, hips dragged up, his thrust deep and relentless.

His hand locked around my throat, holding me in place as he groaned my name into my ear. Fucking me like he was trying to rip something out of me. Like my body owed him.

I bit down on my lip to stop the cry from escaping when his grip tightened on my thighs, when he left marks I knew I would see later.

"I can't take any more," I gasped pushing against him.

"You can, Leah. You will," he growled into my ear as he kept going.

"No. I really can't," I cried.

I hated my body for responding to him. It should be recoiling. It should hate this monster that ruined my life but it kept letting him win. 

The room blurred around me. I only remembered him not caring, just taking as I wondered when it will end. And each time I thought he was done, he was only beginning.

His arms were around me, our legs tangled on the couch when I woke up. The sun had aready risen. The scent of sex and sweat clung to my skin, the dull, throbbing ache between my legs reminding me of everything I wanted to forget.

I felt more hollow and dirtier than I felt the first time he touched me.

How long would I have to endure this up? Two weeks? A month? A year? How long did it take Liam to get bored of me? Will I survive long enough to find out?

I stirred in his arms, trying to sit up. His arms tightened, dragging me back into his chest.

"Where are you going?"He murmured against my neck.

"I need to shower," I whispered, my voice trembling with fury.

He hummed, lazily, his nose brushing along my skin before pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder. My stomach churned.

"Now."

"Shhh."

His hand slid between my thighs before I could stop him, making me gasp.

"I love how wet your pussy gets when I touch you," he purred, his fingers moving in slow, painful circles that made my back arch despite my brain screaming no.

I felt him hard against me.

No. He couldn't possibly want more.

"My fingers or my cock," he whispered, sliding two fingers inside me. "Which do you prefer?"

I didn't answer. He didn't care.

He grabbed my chin and kissed me swallowing my cries as he pushed in a third finger. My eyes watered as he moved in and out of me, making my legs tremble.

My orgasm hit me fast and hard. He pulled out of me and shoved his fingers into my mouth to taste myself. Then he kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth.

He rolled me onto my side, lifted my leg over his, and pushed inside me slow, torturous.

"Fuck, you are tight," he groaned, nails digging into my thigh.

I closed my eyes willing myself to think of something else. Maybe if I tried I could escape my body until he was done using it. But that bastard wasn't having it.

He grabbed my chin again, forcing my eyes open.

"You should watch how I ruin you, Leah."

His thrust was deep, mercilessly slow. He hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur, my walls clench against my will. 

I hated how my body gave in, hated how he used that against me as proof that I wanted him. 

Didn't he see how much I hated his touch? How much I hated him? Or did he just not care?

"I will make you feel me for days," he said, breathless.

My lip bled from biting down on it. I told myself I had to endure it. It's just a little longer. Until he was tired of me. It was the only way I would be able to walk away from here.

But every time he touched me, I lost a little more of myself. A piece I would never get back.

"Don't come inside me," I said, panic rising as he swelled inside me.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Aiden!"

I shoved at his chest. He caught my wrists and pinned them behind me, hugging me as he kept going, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.

"Aiden!"

At the last second when I thought he wouldn't, he pulled out his cum spilling over my clit. I flinched, every part of me recoiling.

He brushed my hair aside and kissed my forehead. "Fuck, you are so beautiful." he whispered like I was supposed to feel lucky after what he did to me.

I closed my eyes reminding myself I didn't owe him my tears. Not anymore.

I was still reeling from what the fuck had just happened when I heard a voice from the hallway.

"You can't go in. The boss said no one's allowed inside without his permission," Storm was trying to stop them.

Heels clicked quickly against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps.

Aiden climbed off the couch, picked up his shirt, and tossed it to me.

I pulled the fabric over my head just as a man said. "Are we interrupting something?" 

"Don't you fucking look at her," Aiden growled.

The man snorted. "Chill, dude. She is not even my type."

Aiden crossed the room to where he stood flashing his nakedness for all to see. The sound of a slap echoed in the room.

"Don't fucking talk back," he said. "And keep your eyes down."

My heart raced as I watched the man do nothing but clutch his jaw.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked, taking a step back when Aiden raised his hand again, but it was too late. Another slap landed across his face.

"I said. Eyes. Down."

He dropped his gaze.

I know this was out of context, but was I the only one creeped out by the fact that he was standing there, completely naked, like it was the most normal thing in the world?

"That's enough, Aiden," the woman I recognised from Julie's wedding said, trying to touch his arm, but he slapped her hand away.

"Both of you. Out."

She frowned, her eyes that didn't bother hiding her dislike flicking to me. 

"Are you acting like a bitch because of a woman?" She sneered.

"Freya," Aiden warned.

She clenched her fists. "The Don sent me."

Aiden's jaw clenched. "Show them to the office," he said to Storm who nodded.

He turned back to me fuming, but the anger wasn't aimed at me. He bent and lifted me into his arms.

"I can walk."

"You can't," he snapped.

What the hell is wrong with this one?

I glanced over his shoulder as he carried me away. Freya was still there, watching me like she wanted to rip my throat out.

Girl, I don't even want to be here.

"Your girlfriend is glaring at me," I said.

"She is not my girlfriend," he muttered. "Are you worried?"

I met his gaze. "Should I be?"

"No."









Chapter 30  

Aiden

Freya scowled as I closed the door behind me. 

She sat on my desk legs crossed like she owned the place while the kid I slapped downstairs stood up immediately pale and jittery as he tried not to meet my eyes.

"It's rude to keep a girl waiting, Aiden," she purred.

I ignored her and nodded toward the kid. "Is he important?"

She leaned in and whispered, "Just someone Julian asked me to babysit."

"Get out," I said.

He hesistated, glancing toward her. 

Freya shrugged. "Don't look at me. He is the boss here."

When his eyes met mine, he stumbled over himself as he bolted out.

She hooked her legs around my waist as the door closed, pulling me closer. "You shouldn't have hit him," she said, locking her arms around my neck. "He will go tattling to Julian. He has a soft spot for that one."

I unhooked her legs and arms. "Talk."

She pouted but complied. "The gambling spot in the red district got hit. A bullet grazed Julian, and five of our men were killed."

My jaw clenched. "When?"

"Last night while you were getting... distracted." Her lips curled, her red nails trailing down my chest. "I thought you didn't bring your little whores home. What changed?"

Her hand dipped lower, fingertips slipping into my pants to cup me. 

I caught her wrist.

She smiled. "Julian's furious. He wants names. Blood. If you don't bring him something fast, your men's heads might hit the floor."

That pussy. 

He changed the escort team I assigned him, thinking he was being clever. They failed to protect him and now he wants to blame my crew. 

"Tell him I will get right on it," I said, lifting her off my desk and setting her aside. "And don't fucking sit on my desk again."

"But you used to love fucking me on it," she bit her lips trying to cup me again and I pinned her hand flat on the desk.

"Don't."

"You have been avoiding me. It's because of her, isn't it?"

"We are done here."

"She is that same married woman from the wedding. Have you been seeing her since then?"

"That's none of your business."

She grabbed my arm.

"What?" I asked barely keeping the irritation out of my voice.

She hesistated. "Julian and Dom made a joke about marrying me off to Dom over a drink. But I think Julian was serious "

"And?"

She blinked taken aback by my uninterested tone.

"I don't want to marry him. I thought... maybe you could talk to Julian."

"Do you think it would change anything?"

"If you said we were getting married he would listen."

I chuckled coldly, pulling her hand off me.

"Why should I do that, Freya?"

Her eyes watered and she stepped closer, leaning her head against my chest. "Because you promised father you would protect me."

I cupped her face gently. "And that's the only reason you are still alive, even after spying on me for your brother."

She froze. "You... how long have you known?"

"Long enough." I let her go. "Did he put you up to this, too?"

"No," she shook her head.

"It's just a marriage on paper. You won't die from it," I said. "Go be a good sister to your brother."

I was about to reach for the door when she said behind me, "I bet he would be interested to know you are keeping a woman."

I stopped and turned my hand, closing around her jaw and shoving her back against the wall.

Fear flickered in her eyes first, then excitement.

"I always thought you didn't have a heart," she smiled. "But the way you carry her like something fragile? The way you are reacting just from the thought of Julian finding out... That's not just lust, Aiden. That's something else. A weakness. And Julian will smell it."

I tightened my grip, and she whimpered. Then I leaned in, breath hot against her face.

"It would be a shame if you dropped dead, Freya. All because you couldn't keep your mouth shut."

"Then do me a favour," she whispered.

"I am not marrying you," I said, releasing her.

"But you can kill him, Dom?"

"There are rules. And I am not breaking them for you."

She smirked. "I will make you want to." 

She ran her fingers one last time over my chest before walking away her heels echoing as she walked out.

I exhaled slowly, jaw tight.

Damn it.

**********************************

The next day...

Two men were dragging a corpse across the marble floor as we entered the Don's estate. 

"I don't want to deal with that maniac right now," I muttered under my breath.

Storm followed behind. "And I get to deal with you every day."

Three of Julian's men stood lined against the wall, heads bowed as they waited for their turns.

Julian was on the couch, shirtless, a thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder. He reached shakily for a glass a servant handed to him and missed and the glass shattered on the floor.

The servant dropped to his knees immediately. "I—I am sorry, Sir—"

His face twisted in rage as he stood up, stomping hard over and over again on the man's hand over the broken glass, until his bone crunched under his heel.

"You useless bastards," he roared. "None of you can do your fucking jobs!"

"Tell me you found them." His eyes locked on me furious when he was done.

"Not yet."

"Not yet?" His face repeated as he kicked the servant again and he cried out in pain. "Some nobody fired a gun at me. A fucking Kingston and you come here with 'not yet?'" He pointed at his bandaged shoulder like it was a war wound.

Oh don't be a pussy, Julian. It was just a graze. You would think he got shot through the heart the way he wrapped himself up like a mummy.

"We are sweeping every block," I said. "We are also not ruling out an inside job either. We will need to question everyone who was with you that night, and your—"

I saw him grab his gun off the table and swing his arm.

I didn't flinch, thinking he wouldn't dare.

But he did.

That son of a bitch did.

My head jerked to the side from the impact of being hit across the cheek and blood filled my mouth. 

I hadn't been hit in years and never by someone I didn't break his arm afterward.

Well... there was one woman.

I spat it on the floor and turned slowly to face him, eyes cold.

His grip on the gun wavered a little.

I stepped forward, exhaling shakily. "You know how much I hate being hit in the face, boss."

He tensed. "Are you threatening me?"

"No," I said with a cold smile. "Just reminding you there are lines. You don't cross mine. I don't cross yours."

I patted his shoulder gently and guided him back twoard the couch, and he sat down without another word.

"You want blood," I said, pouring him another glass. "So do I. No one fires at our boss and gets away with it. Give me two days."

"I already gave you two days," he mumbled.

I handed him the glass, and he took it with a grunt and downed it in one go.

"If you don't bring me something. Names, heads, anything, you will be punished.

"Yes, boss."


11:45 p.m.

The car rolled to a stop.

One of my men opened the door, umbrella in hand, as the rain drummed against the pavement. I stepped out, exhaling a slow drag of smoke into the night air. 

My men fell into line behind me.

"Fuck," I muttered, taking another drag. "Put out one fire a bigger one starts burning."

I need sleep. And Leah.

Storm waited near the back entrance, nodding. I gave the go-ahead order, and he led us through the narrow, dim, lit hallway to the office.

Inside, three men were on their knees. Three of my men stood around them, guns aimed at their heads.

The owner, a middle-aged man, Adam looked up. "What the hell is his, Aiden? We had a deal. You don't get involved in our—"

I walked up and pressed the end of my cigar into his forehead, and he grunted. 

"You run a business in my city. You are under my protection. That makes you mine."

He gritted his teeth, breathing hard. "If this is about the attack on the Don, I had nothing to do with it. I swear on my mother—"

"I don't give a fuck, Adam. Give me names or you join her wherever the fuck she is."

His eyes darted between the guns pointing at him. 

I kicked into his side hard. He fell, coughing and Storm, hauled him back up.

"I don't want to get blood on myself tonight," I said. "I plan on ending this quickly and going home to a stubborn woman who hates the smell of blood."

I tilted my head at him. "You understand, right? You have got a woman waiting at home?"

He blinked, confused, then shook his head. "No."

"Oh, that's sad."

He swallowed. "There's talk," he began. "About a new group. I don't know shit about where they came from, but they have been recruiting smaller families. Looking for anyone willing to stand against the Kingstons. They are talking big like they have got real backing. Someone powerful."

I chuckled. "A new gang in my turf, huh?"

"Where can I find them?"

"I don't know. Only members know their base."

"You did well," I patted his head. "But that isn't enough." 

I turned to my men. "Break his leg and kill the rest."

"No, please—"

The snap of bone and the man's scream echoed as I walked out.

"This is bigger than we thought." Storm said beside me.

A muscle twitched in my jaw. "Find out what Dom has been up to."

"Yes, boss."

"No one sleeps tonight until we find those fuckers."












Chapter 31

Leah

Aiden was right. The city looked beautiful at night.

It looked like a restless sea of lights from the balcony where I stood. 

There were people down there, free people, laughing when they wanted to, sharing meals, arguing, and living. Everything I used to know was down there, and I was up here locked away like some bird in a cage by a mad man. 

I hadn't seen him in days since Freya showed up. I thought I would welcome the silence, but no. The silence was maddening. The days dragged by like a slug, unlike when he was here, time moved differently, faster. It was easier to hope that this nightmare was almost over.

I gripped the railing. Was this the only way to get my freedom? Did I even try hard enough to escape him?

I bit my lip.

It stung that there was no better way out, and some twisted part of me whispered that I hadn't wanted out badly enough. That I still felt something when he touched me. But it was just my body, reacting to what it once craved. What it once welcomed. That was all.

He would get tired of me soon. He had to. Just like Liam did.

My chest tightened. 

Liam, that bastard.

A knock came on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.

I had already had dinner, so no one should be here. And Aiden didn't knock.

I turned as heavy boots thud against the floor. A tall woman, in her mid-thirties, lean and built like she could snap me in half stepped inside. She wore tactical pants, a sleeveless black top, and a gun on her hip. 

"I am Mira," the red-haired introduced. "From now on, I'll be keeping you safe."

I scoffed. "Keep me safe from whom? He already had cameras in every damn corner, watching me like I am some fucking lab rat. The last thing I need is someone to pretend I am SAFE."

"Cameras won't stop someone from laying hands on you," she replied. "And the boss is currently busy."

My breath caught as I remembered the incident with Scar.

"He shouldn't act like he gives a damn if he is going to keep me here against my will," I spat, walking past her to the bed and sitting on the edge. 

I expected her to leave, but instead, she moved to the far wall, hands behind her back and eyes locked on me.

"Are you going to watch me sleep, too?" I asked dryly.

"My orders are not to let you out of my sight."

I fisted the shirt. "Get out."

She didn't budge.

I stood, heat rushing to my face. "Get the fuck out of here."

With the way she was built, dragging her out wasn't an option. She could just flip me over in seconds before I even touched her and that realization only fueled my frustration.

He always made sure I understood how powerless I was.

"If you don't leave," I said, my voice low, "I will make sure he punishes you."

I didn't know where that came from. It was an empty threat. She knew it. I was just someone he was keeping for the fun of it, so why would he hurt her because I said so.

The corner of her mouth twitched, like she was about to smile, then disappeared quickly as it came.

"Fine. I will stand outside."

She turned and left.

I clenched my fists, hating that she only obeyed because I used his name.

The next morning, she was standing right outside the door like a damn statue.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

Like she actually gave a shit.


"I told Clare to bring your breakfast upstairs," she added behind me when I ignored her.

"I eat in the kitchen," I lied.

"Noted."


Clare was already carrying the tray in her hands when I reached the kitchen. 

"I am eating here," I told her before she could greet me.

She nodded and set the tray down.

Mira stood at the doorway, eyes tracking my every movement. 

At this point, I preferred the cameras.

Back upstairs, she followed again, her presence suffocating.

"I don't need a fucking babysitter," I snapped.

"I am not here to babysit you," she replied.

She was so fucking annoying. Always had a sly comeback. It was either she didn't respect me or she was very close to Aiden, not to.

"When is he coming back?" I asked.

I needed him to get rid of her.

She shrugged. "Not sure. But if you miss him, I can give him a call."

I stopped walking and turned to face her. "Give me your phone. I want to speak with him."

She smirked, like she saw through me.

"We are not allowed to carry phones inside the estate."

I frowned. She must think this was fun. I glanced at the gun holstered on her hip. 

Her hand moved to rest on it. She met my eyes with a knowing smile.

"Do you really think you could make it out by yourself?" She asked. "There are snipers ready to—"

"Fuck you."

I pushed open the bedroom door, and when she tried to follow, I slammed it shut in her face.

My fingers tangled in my hair as I paced the room. I was losing my mind. He was everywhere even when he wasn't.

My eyes flicked toward the camera in the corner.

The one I broke that he had already replaced. 

Was he watching me right now?

*********************************

Next day...

I was so bored out of my mind that I ended up helping Clare in the kitchen.

She was the older woman who was in charge of preparing the dishes. I learnt from her that Amanda now worked outside the building. I felt relieved. I had thought he had done something to her.

"You are butchering that poor tomato," Clare muttered, eyeing the tomato I was chopping with disdain. "Are you cutting a tomato per hour? What time are you planning on eating dinner? Midnight?"

I was sure if our circumstances were different, she would have hit me with the ladle by now.

"I am doing my best," I pouted, and she clicked her tongue.

At first, she didn't let me touch anything. But I had to do anything to keep myself busy. So, after some relentless pleading and emotional blackmailing, she finally let me, grumbling the whole time. 

Mira stood at her spot near the doorway, silently watching.

She suddenly cleared her throat and started to say, "Good evening—"

Before she could finish,I felt him. My head snapped toward the doorway, and I saw him holding a finger to his lips, shushing Mira.

His long black hair was damp and loose, strands curling around his face, one falling over his left eye. He looked exhausted, dark circles around his eyes, but not as bad as last time.

His black shirt clung to his chest, soaked in the rain, sleeves rolled up to reveal the black ink striking across his forearms.

Why the hell was I even noticing these details?

Our eyes met.

He smiled, not the usual wicked smirk. It was warmer as if seeing me had lifted some weight off his shoulders.

I turned back to the vegetables.

Get a grip.

I saw him move from the corner of my eyes and my heart drummed with each echo of his footsteps.

"I told you not to walk around barefoot," he said, voice low, scolding, and I hated how it sent a shiver down my spine.

I rolled my eyes. 

He was behind me now. He lifted my chin, tilting my head back, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

"I missed you," he murmured, eyes searching mine like he was trying to find something in them.

Something he would never find.

His gaze glimmered like that of a man who had finally come home to find someone waiting.

I turned away again, swallowing hard. 

His fingers brushed along my jaw, tilting my face back once more. And before I could speak, his mouth was on mine again, a soft, gentle kiss that felt like they were asking questions.

"I missed you," he whispered again.

My breath caught.

Was it his voice or the look in his eyes? I didn't know.

I tore my gaze away, slicing the tomatoes like it had personally offended me.











Chapter 32  

Leah

He wrapped his arm around my waist, dragging me back into his chest as his face pressed into the curve of my neck. Then he inhaled deeply, as if he was trying to breathe me in.

"You didn't miss me?"

My jaw clenched. 

"Not even my cock?" He added, pressing his hardness against my back.

"I am holding a knife," I warned.

He chuckled. "And?"

His hand slid up my arm, slowly, fingers curling around my wrist. 

"Planning on stabbing me again?"

"If I have to," I hissed.

He pried the knife from my fingers. 

I flinched when his lips grazed my neck, and his hand slipped under the shirt, his rough fingertips brushing across my stomach,

"There're people—" I tried to stop him.

"No one's here," he said.

I glanced around. Clare and Mira were gone.

"Can I continue?" He asked like he cared about my reply.

The wetness of his shirt pressed into mine. He smelled of tobacco mixed with... blood.

My hands trembled.

"Did you... did you kill someone?"

"People. Can you smell it?" He asked, sniffing himself. "I made sure not to get any on me."

My heart dropped.

He sounded proud.

"You are shaking, doll," he whispered. "Are you scared?"

He kissed behind my ear. "I told you. I would never hurt you."

"I have heard that before."

He paused, then slowly straightened.

"I only punished you because you disobeyed me."

I turned, furious. "And who punishes you for what you did to me?"

He smirked, his eyes glistening with dark amusement.

"Do you want to punish me?" 

His hand slid to the back of my head, guiding my face up to his. His lips brushed my jaw softly, making my stomach knot.

I hated how he made the kiss feel intimate.

"Tell me, doll," his voice dragged over my skin. "What kind of punishment will you give me?"

His hand slipped under my shirt again. Moved down my spine, over the curve of my ass, never forgetting to linger on the mole over it.

Hand that had blood on them.

My skin crawled.

His fingers moved lower, between my thighs, stroking me from behind. I gasped, clutching his arm, nails digging in.

His mouth hovered by my ear. "Do you want to tie me to the bed? And do whatever you want to me?"

His fingers pushed inside me. My knees buckled, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"Say the word," he whispered. "And I will surrender."

I let out a breathy moan. 

His thumb dragged roughly across my lips.

"But not now," He growled hungrily. "Right now, I need to be inside you."

****************************************

I sat curled in the bathtub, knees pulled to my chest as he sat behind me, legs bracketing mine. I tried to stay as far away as possible but there was no fucking space.

"Relax," he chuckled, gathering my soaked hair in his hands as he began washing them.

I tried to focus on how annoyingly good his hands felt on my scalp. But his growing boner pressing against my back was distracting. 

We just fucked in the kitchen minutes ago. How could he be hard again? And just from washing my hair?

He suddenly pulled me closer to his chest and my breath hitched.

"I love smelling myself on you. But I miss inhaling your scent." He said. "What shampoo did you use before?"

I didn't respond.

Two soapy fingers traced the mole at the back of my neck. Why was he so obsessed with my moles?

He rinsed my hair in silence. 

"Liam's secret," I said quietly. "What is it?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I deserve to know why he gave me up."

His teeth sank into my neck without warning and I gasped from the pain shooting up my neck.

"Don't speak his name when you are in my arms, Leah, " he growled against my skin.

"You sound jealous."

His tongue traced over the sting he had left behind. "Maybe I am," he replied.

He turned my head toward him, and he pressed his lips to mine in a possessive kiss.

"Don't kiss me like that," I said.

"How do I kiss you?" 

"Just don't."

"Does it make your heart flutter?" He asked, his grip tightening around my waist. 

I swallowed, and his gaze dropped to my throat, following the motion.

"No," I denied.

"Okay," he said, not buying my reply.

He spun me around, guiding me to straddle him, my knees pressing to his thighs. 

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp prickle. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the tip of my nose.

"Aiden," I breathed.

"You surrendered this body to me," he rocked my hip against him, and I sucked in a breath. "Remember?"

"Give me a date," I said. "How long do I have to do this shit?"

"Until I forget your taste. Until you stop making me feel like this."

"How long it that? A month? Two?"

"You sound desperate to get rid of me."

"I am. So give me a fucking date."

He brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.

"What if, after the agreed date, I still haven't gotten bored of you?"

"You will. No one stays obsessed forever."

He chuckled. "You underestimate the power you have over me, doll."

"Pick a date."

"Three months, then."

"Three months, and you will let me go and never show up in front of me again."

His mouth curved in a wicked smile that screamed danger. "And in that time, you will participate fully. No pretending."

I hesistaed. "Yes."

He leaned back, eyes dark. "Go on then," he murmured. "Fuck yourself on my cock and show me how that tight little pussy moves when you take control and don't stop until I give you permission."

********************************************

The buzz of a phone woke me up.

I tried to shift and realised Aiden was under the sheets, his cheek resting against my stomach. His arm draped around my waist, holding me tightly and his breath fluttered against my skin. An embarrassing memory crashed into me. His mouth between my thighs, the way I cried out his name, the stunned look in his eyes when he realised it was my first time.

Heat crawled up my neck.

The phone buzzed again, and the room lit with its pale glow. I turned my head to the nightstand where his phone lay.

"Aiden," I whispered.

He groaned in his sleep, pulling me closer.

I peeled his arm off me carefully, slipping out of bed and tiptoeing across the room to take the phone. It had no password. That should have made me think twice, but I didn't.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and locked it. The phone buzzed again in my shaking hand with a message.

Storm: where the fuck are you?

I dialed my mother's number and bit my nail as the line rang. 

Pick up, please.

The doorknob twisted and I jerked.

"Why is the door locked, doll?"

I redialed, and this time, she picked up, but it wasn't her voice.

"Who are you?" I asked, my throat tightening.

Aiden's voice came muffled through the door. "Open the door, Leah."

I turned away from it, clutching the phone.

The woman on the line said, "You shouldn't be calling anyone, Miss. Carter."

My stomach dropped. "Where is my mother?"

"She is safe. For now. But if you want it to stay that way, you will stop trying to contact her."

"And don't think of reaching out to the rest of your family. Someone is watching. One wrong move, and they will he dead before you can even regret it."

The call ended. My breath caught I'm my throat as I checked the number again. It was really my mother's. I wanted to call my father. My thumb hovered over the screen. 

What if she was telling the truth?

Another knock came, and I yanked the door open. 

He leaned against the door frame, one arm braced above his head, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he saw the phone in my hand.

I should have known it was another one of his games.

He opened his mouth to speak, and my palm met with his cheek in a slap that echoed and snapped his head to the side.

"You planted people around my family?"

He flexed his jaw and turned back to face me. "It's just insurance, doll. If you don't disobey me, they get to keep their lives."

Tears burned behind my eyes, blurring his shape. "When will you stop?" I whispered, barely able to breathe around the knot in my throat. 

"When will you stop hurting me?" My voice rose. "You approached me on purpose. You made a video without my consent. You sent it to Liam. You kidnapped me. You humiliated me. What more do you want?

I hit his chest as the tears ran hot and fast.

"What more do you what to take from me, Aiden?"

He caught my wrists holding them firmly.

"I don't know what happened between you and Liam, but he doesn’t love me. I don't mean anything to him. So if this is revenge—"

"You think I would go after a woman just to get at another man?"

"Then why?" I screamed. "Why me?"

He cupped my face.

"Because it is you, doll."









Chapter 33  

Aiden

It didn't make sense that Dom was just hanging around the club all week. I had every reason to believe he was involved in this. Shady bastard. If he thought being so obvious would serve as some kind of alibi, then he didn't know me at all.

One of these days, I would have him tied up in my basement.

But as always, Julian was the real problem. Even when I had evidence of Dom trying to betray the family, he ignored them. He was letting him go cause he thought that would keep me in check. 

I chose to stay a capo. I chose not to act. If I wanted, I would kill Dom, and Julian wouldn't do shit. But I was a man who abided by the rules. 

My men and I swept the city for days without sleep. 

The new gang didn't have a name. Smart move. It made them harder to track. Everyone connected to them were dragged in and interrogated. Those who wanted it the hard way got it. Those who refused to speak, dued painfully. Those who talked died anyway.

First rule of the Kingston family: Never betray family.

Our search led us to their hideouts or what used to be. It was empty.

With the way I was combing through the streets, it wouldn't be a suprise if they knew I was onto them.

Good. I needed them on their toes. They don't get to act invisible in my city. 

"The ones we didn't kill. Send them to the Don," I ordered, Storm.

Let him have something to vent on for now.

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The estate was quiet when I returned. It always was, but tonight, it felt different. Because I knew there was someone waiting for me in my bed, wearing my shirt.

Mira stood outside the door.

She was Storm's fuckbuddy and a trusted colleague.

"How did it go?" She asked.

"They ran," I replied. "But they will show up again."

They were rats. They come out when they are hungry. When they think things are quiet. God help them what will become of them when I set my eyes on them.

She nodded. 

I glanced toward the closed door.

"She just went to bed," Mira said. "She barely ate and stayed in all day."

Still throwing a tantrum after what happened last time, probably 

Was I sick for thinking she looked beautiful when she cried even though her tears did other things to me?

I smirked. "Give her three days max, and she will be running around again."

Mira rolled her eyes. "Be careful, Aiden. She's been eyeing my gun ever since we met."

I chuckled. "You won't believe she stabbed me once."

Her eyes widened, and then she grinned. "When you called me for a job, I thought I was finally getting in on some action. So imagine my surprise when you asked me to protect some chick. You didn't strike me like the type to kidnap women."

I dismissed her and entered inside, stripping off my jacket silently then moved to the bed. I told myself I would just look, then hit the shower. But after a single look at her sleeping peacefully, I ended up sitting beside her.

Her lips moved, biting her inner cheek.

She was awake.

I smiled, my fingers dragging over her lips as they trembled in anger. I let my touch trail down her neck over her chest.

"You must really enjoy touching women when they are asleep," she gritted.

I chuckled. "But you weren't sleeping."

She opened her eyes, glaring at me. "Stop coming near me when you are covered in someone else's blood. I don't need to know what you have done."

"Okay," I said, grazing her neck.

She slapped my hand away. "Go take a damn shower."

I put one arm under her knees, the other behind her back, and lifted her suddenly.

"Aiden!" She yelled, squirming. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Going to take a shower," I said. "Let's wash it off together."

"Put me down!"

I ignored her, kicking the bathroom door open.

"You fucking bastard! Son of a bitch!" She yelled, all the way there.

I didn't let her go until we were under the shower. She shoved at my chest, but my hand were already around her wrists, pulling her in.

The warm water poured over us. She stared at me, breath ragged. Probably plotting ways to slap me again.

Naughty girl.

I tagged at the hem of the shirt, and peeled it off, even as she fought me. She wasn't going to make this easy for me. I unbuttoned my shirt under her gaze, then tossed it aside along with my pants.

I caressed her face slowly, tilting it up as I leaned in to kiss her.

She asked. "Is the Don your boss?"

I frowned. "Why? Disappointed I am not?"

She stared at me. "I am thinking offering my body to him will get me away from you."

My jaw clenched, my hand moving to her neck and  wrapping my fingers around it.

"What did you say?"

"I said I plan to spread my legs for your boss." Her eyes held mine. "Seems only natural I sleep with a man who has more power than you."

I pressed harder, my face close to hers, our breath hot between us.

"You belong to me, Leah," I growled. "Don't even think about another man touching you."

"I let you touch me. What makes you think I can't let other men?"

Other men.

The veins in my neck pulsed. 

"And you don't own me, Aiden," she said coldly. "The only reason you get to touch me is because I allowed it. Otherwise? You are just a fucking rapist."

I slammed her back against the glass wall. She winced but her eyes never wavered.

My breathing was ragged, every exhale burnt. My grip on her throat tightened little by little with every second I fought not to snap her neck.

She gripped my wrists, daring me.

"This is all you can do?" She spat. "Using your strength when someone calls you out? Do you think making others feel small makes you powerful? It doesn't, Aiden."

Her voice lowered to deliver her final blow. "You are just a man child who cries in his sleep for his mother."

I saw red.

I released her neck before I did something I couldn't undo and drove my fist into the wall.

The glass cracked, blood smearing on the surface as I hit it again and again. 

She flinched, pressing her back against the wall.

I wanted to hurt her so badly. I wanted her crying until she was begging me to stop.

I ran my bloody fist across her face, dragging it along her lips, painting them red. I forced my thumb between them, shoving it into her mouth.

She tried to spit it out. I squeezed her cheeks hard. 

Her nails dug into my wrists. Her eyes burning with rage. Mine, darker.

"You don't want to see me lose control, Leah," I said. "Not when you mean something to me."

"Go to hell," she breathed.

My hand slid from her jaw down her throat again, then across her shoulder. I grabbed her arm tight.

She gasped, tears welling in her eyes. 

"You are trying to make me the villain," I muttered. "If you have already decided I am a monster, I might as well act as one."

I crushed my mouth to hers,.all teeth. An angry, violent kiss. I tasted her blood. She screamed into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, pinning her harder into the wall. She pounded her fists against my chest.

I almost stopped, but she locked her arms around me, pulling me down. Then she kissed me back. Her teeth grazed my lips, trying to draw as much blood as I took from her if not more.

When we pulled back each of us panting, she whispered, "I hate you," shaking.

"It doesn't matter," I lied.

I lifted her leg, pausing. "Do it," she snarled.

I drove into her.

She cried out, her head falling back.

I gripped her thighs, hauling her off the floor, my body driving into hers in brutal rhythm.

She hated she had to do it. Hated me. And I hated it stirred something in me.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling tight as she swore, furiously, " I'll fucking kill you."

I believed her.

I held her close, burying her head into my neck as I stepped back when my foot slipped and the floor gave way under me. At the last second, I pulled her legs free from around me.

My back hit the tiles, hard, my head throbbing painfully from where it cracked against the floor.

She landed sprawled across my chest. 

"Fucking ass floor," I groaned.

I could feel blood dripping into my hair.

She sat up, her eyes watching me. "You are bleeding."

"No shit."

I opened my eyes open to meet he cold gaze staring down at me.

I gave her a tired smile. "Not like you care."

"Yeah, I don't," she said. "I hope you bleed to death right here."

She stood up and walked away.

My chest tightened.

I stared at the ceiling, and the water from the shower pouring down.

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