Page 29 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)

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CASH

“ F uck, Bunny,” I moan, my head dropping back against the chair.

“That mouth of yours is magic.” I tell Ali as she bobs her head up and down on my cock.

Her sexy little ass is seated between my legs on her knees, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life.

She lets out her own moan in response to my praise, her pink tipped hair falling forward to cover her face.

We can’t have that. Reaching up, I take a handful of hair and hold it to the nape of her neck, stretching it back and making her stare up at me.

Her green eyes water as I thrust her down further until my tip is nestled at the back of her throat.

I stay there for a few seconds before letting her slide her mouth back to breathe.

“That’s it, baby. You take me so well.” She attempts to mumble something around my cock, but I don’t let her, not when I’m riding the edge of my climax.

As if knowing what I need or maybe just to fuck with me, Ali reaches with one hand and cups my balls, squeezing ever so gently, while scraping her teeth along my shaft.

Just like a dam breaking, I explode. I expect Ali to swallow some, then maybe pull back, but this woman is always surprising me.

As if taking it as a challenge, Ali slams her throat further down my cock and drinks up every ounce I give her.

Waves of my juices pour out of me, and Ali takes it all like a champ until I have nothing left to give her.

She damn near sucked the soul from my body by the time she pulled back, a shit eating satisfied grin on her face as she pulls herself up and sits on the desk.

Ever so slowly, blood returns to the rest of my body and I take in the sexy minx. “You are perfect. You know that?” I tell her. She nods her head then bats her lashes at me.

“Why do you show me how perfect I am?” Then she’s spreading her thighs and baring her pretty, wet, pink pussy to me. I’ve died and gone to heaven, or maybe this is hell and she’s the devil.

“Don’t mind if I…” My words are cut off by the sound of my phone ringing.

I want to ignore it; the look in Ali’s eyes says I should too, but with so much going on outside of this little bubble, this could be important.

I make the quick decision to split my time.

With one hand I grab my phone, and with the other I run my finger up Ali’s slit.

“What?” I growl, keeping my eyes trained on Ali’s core as she widens her legs, leaning back to give me better access.

The person calling speaks, and I freeze, a smile tilting my lips at the tone they’re using.

“What the fuck did you do, you little bastard!” The hand playing with Ali stills.

I nod to the door and mouth Arsen. She must understand what I’m asking because she jumps down with no questions and scurries to grab him.

I have to bite my fist when my eyes stray to her plump, naked ass swaying as she walks away.

The second she is gone, I focus back on the cursing heard through the line.

“Hello, James,” I say casually, sitting back in the chair without a care in the world.

I know once Arsen is here, he can start the trace that we have set up and hopefully we can end this little cat-and-mouse game once and for all.

“How have you been?” I couldn’t hide the smile in my words if I tried.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but you’ve crossed the line, Cash,” he states.

“All you had to do was die in the trials and everything would go according to plan. But no, you boys had to push back.” I snort.

Does he really think we were just going to roll over and die because they wanted us to?

They never taught us to just take a hit; no, we were told we better hit back ten times harder.

Arsen and Ali rush back into the room moments later.

I nod to the phone in my hand then mouth James to Arsen before he moves to the desk and grabs the laptop and begins setting up the program to trace the call.

It’s a pretty straight forward program; in that it will ping his device’s signal and give us a radius of roughly a mile of where we can find him.

But that’s only if I can keep him on the phone long enough.

When I see the program finally scanning, I answer my father.

“I was thinking that it’s time for you to retire.

” He scoffs, but I push on, ignoring him.

“Did you know that we already have Henry?” I ask, and there is a small gasp.

“You didn’t know, did you? We found him at one of the clubs, partying it up without a care in the world.

Well, until he couldn’t get it up for one of the club girls.

Looks like old age does that to men.” I chuckle.

“Fuck you, you little shit. When I get my hands on you, you will be sorry for the shit you’ve fucked up,” he curses again, but his threat falls flat.

Glancing up at Arsen, he rolls his hands in a motion to keep him on the line and when I see the screen, I can see the map slowly zooming in.

My bet is we can get close on the map before comparing some of the files and properties we have and seeing if any match.

“I’ve been wondering why. Why did you all go to such lengths to attempt to get rid of us?

You knew your term was coming to an end, just like your fathers before, that is the way of Hellfire.

Were you truly that greedy that the wealth you had already gained wasn’t enough?

” This question had been on my mind since the trials.

I had an idea that yes, they were truly this greedy, that killing off their only heirs sounded better than handing over the reins, but I still wonder if I’m missing something.

A deranged laugh comes through the phone, so loud that it causes me to pull back at the sudden static.

"You stupid boy. You were never going to replace us.

The trials had only been one of the most recent times we've tried to dispose of you.

Somehow you three always managed to slip past our plans.

We had to start spreading out the attempts because we didn't need you three to figure it out and retaliate.

You've been a thorn in my side since the day you were born.

" He lets out another snort. "I even tried to get your mother to abort you, but your grandfather had to step in and remind me that I couldn't claim my spot without an heir.

" To anyone else, James's words might be crushing, hurtful, but I had accepted a long time ago that the man I called my father was a bastard of a man.

"I see." The map has shifted again, zeroing in over the north side of the city. Arsen and Ali have already started pulling lists of properties in that area. "Well, I suppose it's your move next. How's business anyways?" I ask and grin in satisfaction when I get called every name in the book.

"You think you're so clever, boy. Going after my business, my livelihood, but you're wrong.

I have my hands in more pies than you can imagine.

You might have taken down Henry and William, but they were going soft.

I built this empire to make it what it is.

You might think talking with the cartel and going to clubs is giving you a step up, but it's not.

I have men and women who are loyal to me everywhere.

I've known every move you thought you were going to make before you even thought it.

" He lets out another crazy sounding laugh.

I'm starting to think James Grant has lost his marbles.

The laptop dings, causing all three of us to snap our eyes to the screen.

A red circle flashes around what looks like a small residential area.

Ali's eyes light up before she starts rustling through a stack of papers, stopping midway.

She scans the piece she stopped on before holding it up and pointing to a single address. Checkmate.

"Well, James. This has been an eye-opening conversation.

I mean, I had always known you were a bastard, but this little chat of ours has only made it that much clearer.

" I let out a sigh as Riot enters the room, looking around confused before seeing the laptop screen.

He's covered in specks of blood, no doubt from spending quality time with his own father.

I doubt he went far enough to kill him; maim, probably, but we had all agreed to keep them alive until we could really repay them for their sins.

You know that golden rule... Treat others the way they treat you. Or something like that.

Standing, I tuck my cock back into my pants.

I hadn't even realized I was still exposed.

"You can't hide forever. Hellfire is only big enough for one Grant, so I'll give you twenty-four hours to run.

To get out of this city, hell this country really, because when I find you, you are going to wish you really had killed me.

" Before he can get another word out, I hang up.

Ali frowns in my direction. "Are you really giving him twenty-four hours to run?" I shake my head, leaning in and kissing the top of her head.

"No, baby. Riot and I are going to go out for a little hunt.

Why don't you go take a shower, then order us all some takeout.

We shouldn't be too long." She narrows her eyes on me, but I just turn her towards the door before smacking her bare ass cheek.

She lets out a squeak before moving, stopping to kiss Arsen, then Riot.

Once she leaves the room, I turn to the address before pulling it up on the web.

133 East Lake Street is a medium-sized modern family home in a regular old suburban area.

Any other time this would be beneath James, but I suppose he doesn't want to risk us finding him, so he is attempting to hide in plain sight.

Too bad for him, Richard Black kept decent records of the properties he was in charge of.