Page 22 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

Sliding the flash drive in my pocket, I walked to my car and popped the truck, grabbing the duffle bag and tossing my gloves and Wilma inside. I would clean her later.

Closing the trunk I walked around to the driver’s side door and climbed inside. If today showed nothing else with Ziora, it showed we were locked in this forever.

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Now we were back at Ziora’s house and she hadn’t said much. We sat on her couch, she had one of the suckers I got for her in her mouth while she stared off in the distance. I gave her the time to process on the drive here, now it was time to hear what she was thinking.

After finishing the text to my assistant I laid my phone on the coffee table then turned my body so it was facing her.

“A’right, Bumblebee, let’s hear it.” I reached out and touched her leg, causing her head to whip toward me. She stared at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“Your family is a gang of killers,” she finally said, blinking slowly, pulling the sucker from her mouth.

My shoulders lifted. “If that’s what you want to call us. Some might say we’re a crime family; some might call us vigilantes.”

“And what do you call you guys?”

I licked my lips and ran my eyes down her body.

“We’re The Bloodline. A family that right the wrongs the law let slide by.

We help for those who can’t defend themselves.

Each of us plays a part to make sure business runs smoothly and is handed accordingly.

If one of us messes up then the whole operation can crumble. ”

“Operation,” she mumbled, shoving the sucker back in her mouth, taking a bite of it this time.

“My abuela was attacked after she and my abuelo moved here from the Dominican Republic. The law did nothing to find and prosecute her attackers because to the cops they were just some low-level immigrants who didn’t matter.

My abuelo did a lot of side jobs for some bad men.

He made connections and eventually was able to find out who hurt my abuela and get justice for her.

He started taking more high-risk jobs, gaining more traction in the underground world and building his wealth from the ground up.

By the time my padre came around, my abuelo had singlehandedly made a name for the Tavarez family and my padre took what my abuelo started to another level to get us to where we are now.

“I’m not going to say we’re good people. Some may believe what we do is wrong, but would you rather have us out there handling business or those predators out there constantly hurting people with no consequences.”

I grinned and waited for her response. Ziora pulled the sucker out of her mouth and stared at me with intense determination in her eyes.

“I heard rumors about your family over the years not always being on the up and up like you guys portrayed. I’ve read the articles posted about you guys.

The books and literature published by your dad, some even refer to him as a philanthropist. It was always quite comical to me how highly respectable he was and now learning what I did today…

” Her words trailed off. “Your dad didn’t believe in the same system he worked for. ”

I stifled a laugh. “My father became a judge to have control in the courtroom and to protect our family. I told you everyone is a piece in the puzzle.”

“And how do you know I won’t expose your family? Your brother wasn’t happy that you brought me to that place today.”

“I don’t, but something tells me I can trust you, Bumblebee.” Lifting my hand, I pulled on her curls and wrapped a few around my finger.

“If I decide to blast you all, then what?”

I sighed and tilted my head slightly while a toothless grin played on her face. I moved my hand up and gripped her curls tightly. Her eyes narrowed.

“I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands, all justified for the most part at least. Truthfully, killing is nothing to me.

However, Ziora, if I had to choose between taking your life and keeping you hidden from the public until you learn to keep your mouth shut, well you’d become my permanent roommate it seems. If that’s what you want, we can make that happen whenever you’re ready. ”

Her breathing picked up, her chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. Her freckled cheeks flushed with heat.

“I need your family, as much as I hate to admit it, so I’ll keep your secret to accomplish what I need.

But!” Her eyes hardened, brows slanted in a frown, lips twisted into a cynical smile.

“If I find out any of you try to fuck me over, I promise I would make it my life mission to destroy your whole family one by one until you have nothing else left.”

Her words shot straight to my dick, causing it to stir. “Thatta girl. Talk dirty to me. You have a fire inside you that burns brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. That, with your brains, makes you a force to be reckoned with. If I had you on my team at my firm we would be a power duo.”

She attempted to pull out of my reach but I tightened my hand in her curls, causing her to wince slightly. “I’m good. You couldn’t afford me anyway.”

Tittering I moved closer toward her. “I’d give every damn cent I have if it meant having you by my side.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “Why do you say things like that? It’s crazy!”

“You call it crazy. I call it passionate.”

“Or obsessive.”

My smile grew. I moved in and nuzzled my face into the side of her neck and traced down her neck to her shoulder with my nose. “I can accept that. You’re gonna be my masterpiece when I’m done with you.”

“What does that even mean?” she breathed in an airy tone.

“Want me to show you?” I pressed my lips against the underside of her jaw. My fingertips rested against her scalp.

“Are you gonna drug me and do it anyway if I say no?”

I smirked against her skin. “Yes.” My teeth scraped against her jawline. “Or no?”

Not giving her the chance to reply this time, I used my free hand to go to her waist and brushed my finger over her belt buckle. Fumbling with the belt for a second, I undid it and pulled it until it was off her waist.

Standing, I tossed the belt in my seat then loosened my tie and pulled it from around my neck. Reaching down I grabbed both of Ziora’s arms and pressed them together before tying the tie around her wrist.

“Ezra.”

Kneeling, I pressed her ankles together and used her belt to secure them. Lifting her legs I turned her and laid them on her couch.

Ziora watched me with curiosity as I undid the first two buttons of my shirt.

My eyes roamed her as I stood above her.

My pulse pounded with adrenaline, my blood heated and rushed down to my dick.

Reaching over I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pushed it up and over her head, resting it on the nape of her neck.

Next my hands went to her pants. I fumbled with her button, unzipped her pants, then tugged them until just her thong was visible.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip seeing the outline of her lower lips through the thin material.

Standing straight, I scanned her again, wishing I had my camera. Ziora’s breathing was heavy. She shifted under my watchful eye. A predatory feeling slammed against my chest. I turned and grabbed my phone and instantly went to my camera app.

“Ezra, no!” Ziora’s eyes widened when she saw my intent. She shifted, attempting to get free.

My hand went to the center of her chest. “Stop moving,” I demanded.

I snapped a few pictures. The bra she had on pushed her breasts up more and showed off the top of her cleavage.

I took a couple more pictures before resting my phone on the back of the couch.

Leaning over I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, causing her to yelp.

It surprised me that my heart didn’t beat from my chest with how fast and hard it was pounding.

Heat swirled in my stomach as if a volcano erupted.

Ziora’s ass cheeks were perfectly round and plump on display. She had a couple stretch marks across them and on the sides. A couple freckles were scattered on her back. Propping her hips up, I moved up, grabbed her confined arms, and pulled them in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just stay still.” I pushed her legs apart and pressed the small of her back down. My teeth scraped over my bottom lip. Starting at her shoulder, I ran my hand down her spine to her ample ass cheeks. A shiver shot through her body.

“So beautiful,” I grunted and grabbed the camera.

I stood in front of her this time. She lifted her head and stared at me with a sultry expression.

I snapped a couple pictures. Her curls were still perfectly in place, framing her face and parted down the middle.

Next I walked so I was behind her and took a few more pictures.

After checking the photos, making sure they were good, I placed my phone on DND and tossed it back on the coffee table.

“Now time for the fun part.” I rubbed my hands together and climbed on the couch behind her. Grabbing the band of the thong, I yanked it, ripping it and allowing it to fall.

“Hey! I liked those.”

“I’ll replace them.” I leaned over and bit her ass cheeks, causing her to jump.

“Ezra, wait!” she cried when I bit again, this time harder.

“For what?”

“We need to set rules.”

“Rules?” I moved to the other cheek and bit into it.

I kneaded her cheeks a few seconds before pulling them apart. Her puckered hole stared at me.

“You get waxed?” I asked, running my finger down her back side noting how smooth and hairless she was back here. Her body yanked forward.

“Yes. And yes rules.”

Suddenly my chest tightened and my jaw clenched.

“A girl or boy waxed you?” I bit the inside of her cheek, this time nearly drawing blood.

“Ow! Fuck, a girl!” My tongue swiped over the wound.

“I don’t want anyone seeing this pussy or ass but me.” I kissed toward the center of her asshole.