“Marcello,” Declan replies smoothly. “Can I help you?”
His cock jerks as I slowly, deliberately take him deeper. Inch by inch. Tightening my lips around him, sucking him harder.
“I wanted to thank you and Callahan for Maspeth,” Marcello says. “And to offer you a proposition.”
I suck harder.
“You want me to finish with my bride so you can marry her?” Declan asks, his voice so casual you’d never know I’m choking on his cock. “Name your price and we’ll arrange it.”
My entire world fractures in that second.
I grab his cock and squeeze before biting his thigh, hard enough to make his leg jump.
It’s official. My hatred for this smooth-talking bastard has just been renewed.
TWENTY-THREE
declan
“Take my card,”I say to Milo, reaching into my jacket pocket.
The shock of her bite ricochets through me, and I squeeze my thighs tight around her face, hoping to stop her from castrating me, hoping that he won’t figure out that the bride in question, one he’s not getting near, is under the desk with my dick between her fingers.
I slam my wallet down as Molly pushes my thighs open and takes my cock in her mouth again. She torments me with long, slow strokes on my dick, no doubt aimed to undo me.
“No, I no longer want to marry her,” he says, eyes sliding to her purse on the fucking table. Christ, the man needs to leave. Now. Molly’s clearly into torturing me, and I’m not sure I can handle it for much longer.
I nod. “She’s trouble, I’ll give you that, but—” She bites me again, too close to my fucking sac, the demon that she is. “She’s worth it.”
And…shit…I really think she might be.
“Someone like Marlowe would be a good springboard intolegitimate society. Marrying her would get me more money, plus the shares I wanted of her family’s company. And while I did want those shares, my proposition’s about Mario. I want him found. If you can help, you can have the girl and all her stock in the future. I won’t come for any of it.”
“A kind offer, but that doesn’t seem a good deal. Who’s to say you won’t change your mind?”
Marlowe’s holding my cock now, and it’s only a brief reprieve. I know she’s close to attacking me with that mouth again, so I take a second to process what I’m hearing.
“I want my brother,” he repeats.
“If he’s alive,” I say. “I hear the shoot-out at the truckyard in Queens was brutal…a cop was killed. And I’m not a private investigator…”
She licks the length of my shaft, and I bite down on a hiss.
Molly stops, and I can breathe. For as long as she lets me.
“How about I’ll listen to what your brother Callahan wants, and if it’s fair, he can have it, slate cleaned.”
“We don’t have any slate with you.”
He offers a cold, biting smile. “You have Marlowe.”
“You don’t even want her.” I swallow my next words. “My brother’s head of the family, you’ll need to talk to him. But if you leave Marlowe alone and give me a gentleman’s word, I’ll help you find your brother.”
There’s a glimmer in his gaze, like he’s holding something back.
So I press on. “I’m not a private investigator, like I said. But I know someone who can help. You might know him, too. It’ll be between the two of you.”
He nods. “Roark.”
