Page 43

“Hmm,” Matty grunts, using my blouse to wipe himself clean. He steps aside and I can see it’s Dominic. I look him in the eye for a second and he drinks me in, every fucking inch of me—bared tits, dripping pussy—and fuck if it doesn’t make me wish Matty was still in me fucking me. My body still twitches with the vestiges of the third orgasm, and I smirk at him as best as I can with the gag in my mouth.
Matty yanks his slacks on and tucks his still-hard cock into them. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks his brother causally, as if they are used to walking in on each other’s sexual exploits. He doesn’t even bother covering me or anything, so Dominic continues to stare. He has a wife of his own, so I’m not sure what’s so fascinating about his brother’s cum draining from my body.
“Came for her…” he says and nods at me.
“Why yes I did,” Matty snickers and fastens his belt. He glances at Dom and says, “Ah, I see what you did there.”
Dominic stares at me with hungry eyes for a moment, then the hunger turns to indifference. He watches as Matty undoes the hand cuffs and I sit up on the table, legs dangling, as I remove the gag from around my head. I open and close my mouth a few times working my stiff jaw, and I’m not even uncomfortable being completely naked right now. I find it arousing that Dominic is intrigued by our sex or my body, or both. I swear he has a hard-on.
“What do you need?” I ask him, rubbing my cheek. My mouth was open for so long it aches now to be closed.
Dominic bends and picks up Matty’s boxers and t-shirt and tosses them at me. “Get dressed,” he says before turning and walking away.
I meet Matty’s gaze as he leaves, following his brother, and quickly put the shirt on. I find my panties and put them on too, but my jeans are torn. Matty got a little too rough this time. His boxers are too large, they’ll just slide off, so wearing his shirt and my panties, I trail down the hallway in the direction they walked. I find them in the living room seated on the couch and I tiptoe in.
“Sit,” Dominic orders. I’m not used to taking orders from anyone, and I’m not about to start now, but when Matty nods at the armchair, I sit.
“So, what’s this about, Dom?” Matty asks before I can. I get the feeling things are still tense between them on account of me. That Matty is still shielding me from things I don’t even see. It’s been a month now; shouldn’t they be over that? I’ve proven I’m not a snitch.
Dominic leans forward and tents his fingers in front of himself, pressing his fingertips together. “I thought I would stop by and let Natalie know we’ve gotten to the bottom of her uncle’s murder.”
I straighten in my seat. I’ve waited a long time for this moment, though I thought perhaps I would be the one out on the street searching for his killer. Matty relaxes back on the couch and grips his chin in thought. Neither one of us expected this to happen so soon, and I hope Dominic really does have the answer. I say nothing, though. I know better than to interrupt when something so important is being said.
“Natalie, the man you feared was at fault, one of our soldiers named Peter, was only in the vicinity because of personal reasons. Him and a buddy were getting lunch at the diner where the shooting happened.” He looks at me with a serious expression. “We believe the hit was taken because of a previous event instigated by our brother, Leonid. He inadvertently killed an Italian underboss, and ever since, they have been out to get us.”
“But… Why Hal? Why did that happen?” It can’t be so simple as a wrong-place wrong-time scenario. That’s too convenient, even for these guys. “I don’t understand.”
“Our belief is that they knew you were investigating them too. You were at the scene at the same time they tracked one of our men there.” He eyes me with a deathly intensity. “Your investigation is what drew them to the moment, but it was too tempting to them when they saw our presence was there too. They saw two birds in one bush and opened fire.”
“But…”
Matty leans forward too, shaking his head. His caution to me is heeded. I don’t want to do anything to upset Dominic more than my past actions may already have.
“Dom, are you certain?”
“Yes, and we know who the shooter was—sort of.” Dominic turns to face his brother.
“Sort of?” I ask, drawing a glare from Matty. I just can’t sit here silently as he reveals such devastating information so slowly. I’ve needed this closure for months now. The killer is known, and I have to hear their name.
“We only know this person as L’ombra. Male or female is yet to be determined.” Dominic talks but he faces his brother. “Roman is now on the hunt. He was already ordered to take this man out, but we also fear this person may be the source Natalie was working with. If so, they know a lot more about this family than even she did. We will stop at nothing to take them down.”
Matty nods curtly at his brother and reaches a hand out to me. I stand and hurry to his side, and he pulls me onto his lap and holds me to his chest. “And Natalie…” His words are a question, but they trail off. I know he wants nothing but to protect me. This place is the safest I’ve ever been, even if Dominic is here with murderous intent.
“Is safe for now.” He eyes me. “And for as long as she keeps her mouth shut. We will need confirmation when we open a line of communication with L’ombra that they are her source. We will only get that if Natalie helps us.”
“Of course… I want Hal’s killer brought to justice.” I cling to the arms wrapped around me as Dominic stands and tucks his tie beneath his jacket and buttons it.
“I’ll be in touch,” he says as he walks toward the door.
My heart pounds hard against my ribcage and I feel a compulsive urge to speak to him still. “Dominic.” He turns to look at me and I stand. Hesitantly, I walk toward him, and he doesn’t move. “Thank you…” I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and squeeze him. There is no flinching or disgust, but neither is there any return of affection. These guys are really something. I pull away and continue. “For finding Hal’s killer and helping me. I’m sure that’s not why you did it, but I appreciate your help. And I appreciate that you are taking a chance on me. I won’t let you down.”
He nods and turns, then walks out the front door in silence. I stand there watching the door long after he’s gone. Matty joins me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He kisses the top of my shoulder through the t-shirt and then bites down on my flesh. “Mmmm… Now, where were we?” he asks, and I can’t think of anything other than wrapping my arms around him now. I turn in his embrace and do just that, claiming his lips into a deep kiss.
Never in a million years did I think I’d honestly fall in love with someone like Matty, deep in the world of organized crime. I fantasized about meeting someone like him, maybe fucking him, but never thought them capable of a real relationship. Me and Matty, we have our differences. He’s hard to read, never says he loves me, and demands sex daily to keep his temper in check. A temper I am very fond of, by the way.
“I love you…” I whisper, deepening the kiss, and he accepts it.
I don’t know if he will ever say he loves me, or if his possessiveness is all I will ever have to bank on him wanting me. But I know I love him, and I will never change my mind. Matty taught me how to connect with someone, and though it’s erotic and kinky, and I have to endure his righteous anger at times, I will never be the same because of him. I’m free now, free to love and hurt and cry and celebrate.
And I’m free now to let Hal go.
Matty sweeps me off my feet, carrying me up the steps to our bedroom where we can be alone. I know what’s coming, and I am ready. I only hope he brings on the pain.