When my breathing evened out, I leaned forward. “Six years later and still eager for my cock, Zena,” I whispered in her ear.
She stiffened under me, and I pulled back as her head whipped around to stare at me, surprise lining her brow, her mouth a shocked ‘o’.
“Did you actually think you could fool me, girl?” I slid out of her and stood while getting rid of the condom. She vaulted up to sit, grabbed the sheet around her and switched on the bedside lamp. I cocked a brow. “A little late for modesty.” I moved away to dress, keeping my gaze trained on her. When I was done, I lowered myself into the armchair, crossed an ankle over the other knee and rested an elbow on the armrest. Leaning a temple against my index finger I waited for a silent minute, watching her squirm under my scrutiny.
Her curiosity open-ended, she finally asked, “h-how did—”
“I know everything that goes on in my city, Zena. How, is not important right now. Call Bianca,” I instructed, keeping my voice low. She stared at me wordlessly. I read the grapple for excuses through the erratic shift of her eyes. “Now,” I barked.
Gasping, she reached for her phone on the nightstand and just before she dialed, I warned, “give her any hint I’m here and,” I rested my gun on my knee, the muzzle facing her, needing no words to let on my intention.
Her eyes on me, she dialed. “Hey, Bianca, can you come back to the apartment, please. I slipped in the bathroom and hurt myself.”
“Good girl,” I said when she disconnected the call.
I studied her tense features, all flushed after I fucked her raw. She’d matured. While her body had filled out perfectly in all the right places and her hair longer, she was still stunning. She and Rayden were under the impression they’d escaped from my home, and I’d left them to believe that. I saw no reason to tell them different. Although, I had questions, now wasn’t the time.
Judging by her curious expression, so did Zena. I probably just had to nod, and her questions would spill. This wasn’t the time for small talk though. After tonight, there never would be. I knew Bianca wouldn’t be long and I was right. Three minutes after the call, she walked into the bedroom.
“Hey, Zee, what...” She trailed off on a small gasp as soon as her gaze fell on me. “Lorenzo? What a nice surprise. I see you met Zena.” Her recovery was impeccable, her acting even more so.
Zena moved to get up, my glare kept her in place. I shifted my gaze to the other woman. “Come here, Bianca.”
Kinks in her bravery begin to show almost immediately. She swallowed and took a hesitant step toward me then paused. “I can explain about Zena.”
She was still clueless. Good. “Now, Bianca,” I warned. In two quick strides, she stood in front of me. “On your knees.” Without protest, she dropped to the carpet, bringing her face in line with mine. “You have something for me, don’t you?” Her hands immediately reached for my zipper. I cocked a brow and she stopped, withdrawing her hand like a frightened child. “Where is it?”
She gulped, slowly shaking her head. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stuttered.
Rage boiled inside me, but I contained it, letting my smirk speak for itself. “Do you know why I was delayed tonight, Bianca.”
“No.”
“Turn around.” She frowned, hesitation opening and closing her mouth like a dying fish. “I want you to look at Zena while I explain why I was late today. “Now,” I hissed when she made no move to turn then did as I asked. Moving to the edge of the seat, I brought her back to sit on her knees between my spread legs. I rolled a slow finger from one shoulder to the other. She shivered under my touch. “Would you believe my bodyguard and I had to take out several men between my club and here that were waiting in ambush for me.”
Her gasp mingled with Zena’s. “You killed...all of them?” Bianca asked, turning her head to look at me. I gripped her chin tightly, my nostrils flaring at the sight of her eyes widening in shock.
“I’m a killer,tesoro, it’s what I do. Isn’t that right, Zena?” I looked at the woman clutching the sheets to her body as if it would shield her from me. She nodded. “Would you like to explain to me how those men knew where to find me?” My gaze locked with Zena’s and I could see the panic slowly color her skin a distinct shade of terror. I cocked a brow, and she shook her head. “Okay. What about you, Bianca? If Zena doesn’t know, I’m sure you do?” I released my hold on her chin.
Bianca’s shudders grew in leaps and bounds. “Please, Lorenzo, I don’t know, I swear.”
I gripped her throat from behind, forcing her head to bend backward so she could look at me. “Did Zena tell you how she knows me, Bianca? How I’d fucked her pussy until she passed out? How she’d sucked my cock until she choked?” She shook head. “Do you want to know why I did that to her?” Again, she shook her head, fear widening her eyes. “I’ll tell you anyway. The thing I hate more than a woman fucking with me mentally is the one that has the balls to fuck with me physically. And Zena tried to fuck with me mentally.” I paused, waiting for my words to sink in and when it did, Bianca’s tears leaked down her temples into her hair. “So, I’ll ask you again, where is it?”
“In my safe.” She pointed to the wall-to-wall closet. Before I could ask, she called out the combination.
I looked at Zena and gestured to her with a nod. Pulling the sheet around her body, she slipped off the bed and walked to the closet. When she had the safe open, she glanced at me over her shoulder.
“What am I looking for?”
“An SD card,” Bianca called out, swallowing to ease saliva down her dry throat still in my grip.
Zena brought the card to me. I pocketed it then nodded for her to climb back onto the bed. When she was sitting with her back against the headboard again, I slipped a knife out of my pocket.
“What do you think her punishment should be, Zena?”
“I-I,” she hesitated, knowing she held her friend’s life in her hands. “I don’t know what she did.”
I let go of the other woman’s throat. “Why don’t you tell her, Bianca?”
