Page 34 of His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)

Chapter Thirty-Three

T he cars spin around at the same time my phone rings, Louie’s name flashing on the screen. “What’s happening?” I ask him.

“The girls are on their way to E’s compound. The penthouse was hit, but they’re safe. Unharmed,” he says.

My heart speeds up. The penthouse was hit. All I hear is that the penthouse was hit. The fucking penthouse where I left my wife and child.

“Carlo, they are safe. Lailani got them out,” he says.

“Lailani? What the fuck? Where are the soldiers?”

“Hit,” he says simply. Dead is what he means.

“What about Lailani?” This comes from Sammie.

“She’s taking the girls to E’s compound,” I repeat before putting the call on speaker.

“How the fuck does she know about E’s compound?” he grits out.

“No idea. We can deal with that later,” Louie says through the phone. “We’ll be there in forty.”

“I need to call my wife,” I tell him. “And I need to fucking kill her father.”

“That we do,” Louie agrees.

I cut the call and immediately dial Antonia’s number. “Carlo, we’re okay,” she says, sounding out of breath.

“Jazzy?” I ask.

“Fine, didn’t see a thing.”

“I’m meeting you there.”

“Okay,” Antonia says before Jazzy comes over the line.

“Daddy?”

“Hey, princess, how are you doing?” I breathe out a sigh of relief as soon as I hear her voice.

“We’re going to Tío E’s house and Lailani says he has a surprise for me.” She sounds excited.

“A surprise, huh? Wonder what it is,” I say. “I’m going to meet you there, okay?”

“Okay. I can share my surprise with you,” she tells me.

“I’d love that,” I reply.

Sammie is next to me, typing away on his phone when I end the call with my girls.

“What’s going on?” I ask him.

“Nothing,” he grunts.

“Sure.” I smirk. My money is on it having something to do with a certain female employee.

My mind goes back to what Louie said. Lailani got the girls out. How would my on-call babysitter find her way past a bunch of armed men? Who the fuck is the woman who’s been looking after my daughter?

Logging into the penthouse’s CCTV, I rewind the feed.

I see the girls leave, Antonia carrying Jazzy.

She has to step over fucking pools of blood to do it.

Rewinding further, I see the moment three men enter the foyer and open fire.

My heart skips a beat in my chest. My daughter and wife were in that apartment.

One of the men falls. The other two step forward. Another falls, and then Lailani comes into view. A gun aimed in their direction. She fires a bullet straight into the head of the third guy before he has time to react.

“Who the fuck is she?” This time, I ask it aloud.

Sammie is now leaning over the seat, watching the scene unfold on my phone screen. Antonia comes out. She points a gun at Lailani. They talk about something before Antonia disappears. Returning a few moments later carrying Jazzy.

Why the fuck did Antonia walk out to an unknown situation? I’m going to have words with her about putting herself in danger.

Sammie is quiet. He doesn’t say a word, and I don’t mention Lailani again. I figure that’s something he needs to work out for himself. I will be discussing it with E, though. No doubt this girl is one of his plants.

I also need to figure out how the fuck I’m gonna do it. Gain access to the man who caused all of this. But either way, Antonia’s father is dead. I can’t fucking wait to see the life drain from his eyes.

The moment we arrive at Emmanuel’s compound, I throw the car door open and rush inside. “Antonia, Jazzy?” I yell out.

“They’re in the conservatory, Mr. Bianchi,” Maria tells me. She’s been working for E for years.

“Thanks, Maria.” I give her a small smile before I’m storming towards the conservatory.

The sound of little feet pattering against the tiled floor greets me right before my daughter comes into view. “Daddy, I got pancakes. I saved you some,” she says, jumping into my arms.

“You did? Thanks.” I kiss the top of her head, holding her tight against my chest and breathing in the strawberry scent of her shampoo. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. But I looked after Antonia. She’s much better now,” Jazzy says.

“I bet you were the best nurse,” I tell her.

“The bestest. Antonia says I can be a doctor when I grow up,” Jazzy declares.

“You can be anything you want to be,” I say.

Louie and Sammie brush right past me. Emmanuel is at the front door, talking to some of his men when I turn around and watch Evie breeze by. She heads straight upstairs. Emmanuel doesn’t take his eyes off her as he continues giving instructions to his men.

“Where is Antonia?” I ask my daughter.

“In there with Aunt Charlotte.” Jazzy gestures over a shoulder, in the direction she came from.

“Well, let’s go find her and these pancakes you saved me.”

“I only saved you some,” Jazzy replies. “They were too delicious.”

When I reach the table, I set Jazzy down on her seat and see exactly what she means by some . There is what looks to be a quarter of a pancake left on her plate. Leaning over, I kiss Antonia. “You okay?”

“I am. Are you?” she asks.

“Better now,” I tell her honestly.

Louie and Charlotte disappear, no doubt sneaking into one of the many guest rooms.

“Is this for me?” I look to Jazzy while poking at the sliver of pancake with a fork.

“Mhmm.” She smiles up at me.

Swallowing the now-cold pancake, I moan as if it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. “You’re right. It is delicious.”

“Hey, Jazz, did you know Tío E has a bowling alley in the basement?” Sammie asks from across the room.

“A real one?” Jazzy’s eyes widen.

“A real one.” I chuckle.

“Come on, I’ll show you. See if you can beat me.” Sammie walks over and plucks my daughter from her chair before giving me a silent nod.

I wait for them to leave the room, then turn to my wife. “Come with me.” I need to be inside her like I need air in my lungs.

Dragging Antonia into the closest bathroom, I slam the door shut and push her back against it. My lips take hers and my tongue dives into her mouth. “Fuck, I was so fucking scared,” I admit, my hands cupping her face.

“We’re okay,” she says breathlessly.

“How are you feeling? Really?” I need to call the doc. “Where the fuck did Doc go?” He wasn’t at the apartment.

“I sent him home,” she says.

“You sent him home?” I raise a brow, pull my phone out of my pocket, and type out a message to one of my soldiers.

Me:

Find the doc.

I get a response straight away, telling me they found his body in the underground garage next to his car. Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Antonia asks.

“Nothing.” I toss my phone onto the counter behind me. “Where was I?” I start lifting her top over her head. “That’s right, I was about to show you just how much I fucking missed you.” I lean forward, latching my mouth on to one of her breasts. Sucking her nipple through the lace of her bra.

“Oh god,” Antonia moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she holds my head against her chest.

With my free hand, I undo my pants and free my cock. I’m rock hard. “Fuck, I need you,” I tell her, moving my mouth upwards. Along her collarbone and up the front of her throat until I reach her lips. “I could have lost you. I can’t ever lose you, Antonia.”

“Then make sure you don’t,” she says.

Reaching under her skirt, I pull her panties down. She steps out of them. My hands land on her ass and I lift her. Antonia wraps her legs around my waist.

“Are you ready for me?” I’d usually check for myself, but right now, I need to be inside her.

“So ready,” she says, grinding her wet cunt over my cock.

Lining up with her entrance, I push inside her, burying myself to the hilt. “Fuck.” My teeth sink into her shoulder. It’s like coming home every fucking time.

My thrusts are wild. Rough, fast, hard. I fuck her just like the starved animal I am until we’re both out of breath and covered in sweat.

“I need you to come, Antonia. I need you to cover my cock. Come all over it,” I grunt as I continue to fuck her.

“Oh shit.” Her nails dig into the flesh on the back of my neck.

“You are mine,” I tell her. “I’m never letting you go.”

“Yours,” she agrees as her pussy convulses around my cock, milking me of everything I have. Following her off that cliff of ecstasy, I fill her with my seed.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips.

Her mouth spreads into a huge smile, one that lights up the darkest parts of my soul. “I sure hope so, because you’re kind of stuck with me forever.”

“Forever isn’t long enough,” I tell her.