Gripping my dick with the hand that held the strand of her hair, my eyes rolled at myself in disgust as I pumped my hand up and down. I hadn't done something like this in a long time, but the visions of her in this shower wouldn't stop.
I saw her in the corner bent over, her peachy plump ass on display for me, so tempting I wanted to take a bite. Then she was in the middle, slowly rubbing her hands all over her body with suds, smelling like my soap as she washed herself for my amusement. Then she was against the glass, her arms up by an invisible thread, every inch of her curves on display as she begged me to fuck her, fill her, make her mine.
It was embarrassing how quickly I came, just thinking of her. I needed to learn if this woman had any information or not, as quickly as possible. She was starting to affect me, and I couldn't allow this to go on any further.
And once you're done? The question hung over my head like a ticking time bomb.
I wasn't averse to killing someone, especially if I thought it would be the better outcome for them, but for some reason, the thought of killing her now felt… wrong. A waste.
Then also having to deal with Cezar and the shit storm he would bring if it came down to killing her… it just felt like a lot of hassle, but what was the alternative? Sneak her onto the plane, then off to some remote location only the three of us knew? How long would that stay hidden? How long would she be safe?
The options seemed impractical, but something would need to be figured out soon because our father would call for us soon. Before that, I needed to know what she knew.
My phone dinged, and my head twisted to see it light up from the sink. Hastening my last once over with the soap, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my waist, and picked up my phone.
A slow smile crept along my face as I clicked on the email I had been waiting for. Scanning the contents, I knew I needed to call some people to verify the information, but this came right in time. This would help me find out if what this woman, Kazia Lee, was telling me was a truth or a lie.
“What the fuck are you doing?”Ion narrowed his eyes at me as he looked over my shoulder at the spread of food on the table.
“I’m setting the tone for the evening.” I decided to go with a family-style setting, trying to put our prisoner at ease so she felt comfortable. It would keep Cezar at bay and hopefully get the answers I sought.
“This isn’t your normal setting for a… interrogation.” Ion crossed his arms, scanning the table again like he was trying to find something wrong.
“I decided to change it up. I need to take a more delicate approach since Cezar is here.” Setting the last wine glass on the table, I looked over the perfectly dressed table. Various family-style Italian dishes were in the center: lasagna, stuffed shells, ravioli, a big bowl of salad, and plenty of bread. Popping the red wine, I began to fill the glasses to the appropriate line. I didn't want anyone to get inebriated, so I kept it to one bottle. Eyeing Ion, he gulped, looking at the wine like he might get sick.
“What happens-,”
“I think I just want water. I’ve had a killer headache since the morning, and red wine will just make it worse.”
This time, it was my turn to raise my brow at him. I don't think I’ve ever witnessed him not take a drink when it’s offered to him. What made him change his tune now? “If that's what you want.” I wouldn't argue with him since I knew he was having difficulty since I made him go cold turkey.
He lifted one of the glasses and the bottle, pouring the wine back like an expert. “So, what is the game plan? How is this going to go?”
Accepting his subject change, I answered, “I told Cezar to bring her here at five-thirty. We will be having dinner, and I will ask her questions.” Sitting in my chair at the head of the table, I lifted the glass of wine and took a sip. Swirling it around in my mouth, I enjoyed the fruit, my clean front end, smooth going down the throat with the dry aftertaste. Turning the bottle around to see the label again, I wanted to remember this one.
“That's it?!” Ion’s exasperated question was to be expected.
I nodded, giving him a little more information. “I got some information already; I just need to confirm some things and see if she can fill in some blanks.” Ion’s shoulders tensed, his lips pressed together in a hard line as he stared at me in disbelief.
Something scratched at the back of my head, like a cat with a post, and I turned around to look at the table. Zeroing in on the fork two table places away that was off center. Marching over to the offensive scene, I moved the fork back into place, and that scratching feeling decreased.
Turning it back on him, I stood up with my glass in hand, circling him. “What are you so worried about, huh? I thought you wanted to get rid of her?” His back went straight, facing me with a fierce look, and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to poke at my little brother like I used to. “What changed, brother? Did she get under your skin?”
Flames worked up behind his eyes, and he opened his mouth when Cezar’s voice rang out beside us, “Oh, look, my wild Roma, my brothers are fighting over you. Isn't it cute?” We both turned our heads to see Cezar standing there with Kazia’s arm looping through his. Something about that intimate gesture tore through my chest, an ugly emotion I’d never felt before bursting forward. Ion’s eyes locked onto their arms, his hands curling into fists. Well, this was interesting.
Not bothered by either of us, Cezar glided Kazia around us, whispering in her ear, “Remember, first husband privileges.” Her eyes went wide, pining between us and Cezar, whereas he gave us a jackal of a smile, taunting us.What the fuck did he mean, first-husband privilege? And why did I want to fight him on that?
Needing to regain control of the situation, I gave her my softest smile. Noticing that she was wearing a flowy black dress that outlined her curves nicely. It must be from some clothes Cezar picked up at her house. “Welcome. I wanted a family dinner, and since we had a guest, I thought of inviting you. Also, as an apology for Ion frightening you.”
She rolled her lips into her mouth, looked down at her plate, and nodded. Cezar folded his hands on the table, his chin on top, and his whole attention was on Ion. On the other hand, Ion was very interested in his glass of water.What the hell is this about?
The silence in the room was so loud you would think none of us knew how to talk. “You want to ask me questions, right?” Both my brothers tensed up at her words, but I was intrigued by them, even if my hand clenched at my side at her being so bold. “Why don’t you just ask them? Then you can figure out if you are going to kill me or not.”
“Roma, I told you-”
Lifting my hand, cutting Cezar off through clenched teeth. “If that's what you wish.” Trying to relax my face, I leaned back in my chair and admired her lifted chin and fierce gaze. It said she knew she was in a dangerous place, but she wanted to, at worst, go out with her head held high. It was admirable. “Do you know why your mother left Armenia?”
She shook her head, eyes focused on me as she answered. “No. All I know is she was desperate to leave. I don't know anything about any family there, and I don't know anything about my father, but I do know that she met him and got pregnant with me there.”
