"There's always a time when a flamethrower is needed," Alexsey says. "If you're going to be all cranky about it, I'll return everything in the morning. Because I'm just that kind of loving brother."
"Uh-huh." I'm skeptical. "Stop by anyway, and meet Violet and her sisters. I'm going to have to come up with a way to explain to Dmitri and Father that my side project got a bit out of hand."
There's a muffled snort from Alexsey.
"What?"
"Out ofhand?"Alexsey laughs. "Dude, the best you could get was an eyeball from this guy? What happened to the ruthlessVorwho could get the toughest man to spill everything they had - including their mother’s tortellini recipe - within thirty seconds?Kakogo cherta, what the hell. I’m disappointed in you. And this is a civilian we're talking about!"
Alexsey is such a colossal prick when he's cranky.
"They can't be that good," I say sourly. "I mirrored his phone and they never checked it. My approach is going to have to be different next time. Quick. Clean. Bringing you to watch my back."
Alexsey's tone is more sympathetic. "You know where ourPakhanandPakhanJunior expect your attention to be," he says. "We've got that huge new deal with the Volkov Bratva. With sixtymillion dollars’ worth of diamonds involved, this has to be clean. You need to be on top of it."
"Add in the eight new cannabis shipment routes I'm putting together with Jack MacTavish in Boston. And let's not forget the Morales Cartel." I rub my eyes.
After I'd inflicted one of my most impressive twenty-four hours of pain on Morales' lieutenants Diego and Marcos, it was clear they didn't know where Morales is getting the new funding, either. Only that he's got new backing that's making him confident enough to try expanding into our territories.
"Did we send extra guards down to Boston to help there?" Alexsey asks.
"Already done," I say, "I know you feel very protective of our cannabis division."
"Of course I am," Alexsey says. "Why do you think everyone looks stoned when you stop by one of our clubs? This was a match made in heaven, brother. There's no reason to have these expensive, excitable chefs if I can't keep them busy. At Heaven and Hell, Alain has created six new cannabis-specific side dishes for the menu."
"Yeah, there's a pleasing sort of synchronicity to that," I agree.
"You should try it at Sinful Secrets," he says.
"Hell no. No drugs, and minimal alcohol," I say. "The last thing I need is ending up with a sub chained to a punishment wall with fish hooks in his nipples and their Dom is lumbering off because they've got the munchies."
"Good point," Alexsey laughs. "Though that would be fucking hilarious to watch."
"Bring in one of our tattoo guys. Dorian, if you can find him. I want to see if he can recognize the shapes of the original tattoos on this asshole's skin. That can give us a clue to who he's working for."
"Good idea," Alexsey says. "Get some sleep. You know how cranky you are when you're tired."
"It's like youneedme to punch you," I sigh. "You'll make a great little mommy one day."
Throwing my phone on the bed, I pace in front of the windows. I'm in a pair of sweats, I usually sleep naked, but in case Violet needed me, I didn't want to be breaking into her bedroom with my dick hanging out.
Fuck…the way she looked tonight, pupils dilated, leaving a little amber ring around them, like I was staring into an eclipse. Mesmerizing. She smells delicious, but I'm certain she tastes even better. Putting my hand down my pants, I grip my painfully erect cock.
I give into temptation and pull the camera feed from her room up on my phone. Violet's deep in slumber, cheeks flushed, and I note with a grin that she's wearing the mouthguard her sister had mentioned. She sleeps like she’s Galileo; arms and legs stretched toward the corners of the mattresses if she’s attempting to map the surface. And then the vision of how she’d look with cuffs attaching her to each corner hits me, and my eyes roll.
Those lips, I remember vividly. Red hot and pressed against mine. Violet has a mouth heated enough to set me on fire. Thinking about how they'd feel wrapped around my cock makes me run my hand up and down my shaft, squeezing hard fora moment. Lips like wet, warm velvet, sucking me inside her mouth.
Picturing Violet on her knees in front of me is almost too vivid. I sit back in my chair, running my thumb over the weeping tip of my cock and spreading the moisture over my shaft and let myself get lost in the fantasy.
My hand twists Violet's hair, wrapping it around my fist. Pulling her head back, I enjoy her gasp, her wide gaze meeting mine.
"Open your mouth, sweet Violet."
She does, no hesitation, pushing her tongue out to circle the head of my cock before plunging down, burying me in her heated mouth.
"Just as hot as I remember," I say hoarsely, feeling the muscles in her throat work as I use my grip on her hair to push my cock deeper. She makes a low, humming noise that reverberates along my sensitive skin.
Settling herself more comfortably, her hand reaches for my balls, holding them and squeezing lightly, watching my face to see my reaction. I lift my hips and she squeezes just a bit harder before pulling slowly off my cock, and swallowing me again.
