Page 61 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

"Rossi has arrived at his home back in Italy," Lonzo informs me over lunch.

My underboss called, asking me to meet him because he had news about our little friend. Joseph Lonzo Sr. may not have had a beef with the Rossi Boss before, but now that he almost took Lonzo's son from him, he wants Rossi to pay dearly.

"Does he know we have his daughter?" I ask, lifting my glass of whiskey and taking a healthy sip.

The restaurant where we meet for these particular meetings is private for the Elite in the city. Anywhere from doctors, lawyers, and corrupt businessmen dine here when they don't want to be bothered. I have a special table at the back so we can see who enters at all times.

There are only a handful of diners here at the moment, so it's pretty quiet. That's how I like it. It makes no difference how corrupt or upstanding the person is; I don't trust anyone. My top-tier men are the only ones I trust with my life.

The smile on my underboss's face is all I need to know that he's up to something. I set my glass down and give Lonzo my full attention.

"Rossi should be getting my little gift any moment now." He lifts his glass of scotch and takes a drink.

"What gift is this?" I raise my eyebrow, finding it interesting that I knew nothing of this delivery beforehand.

"I may have sent the Rossi Crest ring that Zita was wearing, along with the bullet that hit my son." He smiles maniacally.

"Great idea," I tell him, then ask, "Why wasn't I informed of this? "

Lonzo waves it off as though it's no big deal. "You were busy with your Bellezza. Besides, I'm telling you now."

"It makes no difference. You must tell me these things so I can be prepared, Lonzo." I scowl at my old friend. "Does Joey know?"

"Who do you think got me her ring?" Lonzo replies, grinning.

I shake my head. "Your son is going to get himself into trouble one of these days. I wouldn't be surprised if one of his many women tries to cut his cock off for doing half the shit he does."

"Yeah, well, hopefully, it will stop once he settles down." Lonzo sighs.

A commotion at the door draws our attention.

We look over to see a disgruntled man standing by a table where one of the prominent specialists at Rushwood's hospital is having lunch with a few colleagues.

It's evident the man is pissed about something as he spews curse words while pointing at the doctor.

When the doctor tries to calm the guy down, he picks up the water glass and throws it at the doctor. I don't know what this specialist did, but it's got to be bad if the guy is confronting him in a public place. Suddenly, the guy reaches into his zip-up sweatshirt and pulls out a gun.

"You fucked my wife when you were supposed to be curing her cancer, you sick fuck!" The guy yells.

"Please! Put the gun away, and we can talk about this. It's not what you think—" The doctor's words are cut off as the gun goes off.

The doctor grabs his arm as another shot is fired, and this time, it hits an innocent bystander, and I've had enough. I stand up, pull my own gun out, and come up behind the lunatic.

"Drop the fucking gun now," I growl as I hold the barrel of my gun against his head.

The man drops it.

"Turn the fuck around and face me," I order.

He follows my instructions, and his eyes widen when he sees me.

"Mr. Falcon! I-I…"

"You disturbed my lunch, and you killed an innocent person," I say and step closer. "I don't give a fuck if this doctor railed your wife on her death bed—you don't come into my territory and wave a fucking gun around like you're some kind of badass."

"I wasn't planning on—"

"The fuck you weren't, or else you wouldn't have had the gun. Now, take out your phone and call your wife."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No, but…"

"Fucking do it!" I scowl.

He pulls his phone out with shaky hands and presses a button. I hear the other end answer and a woman's voice cries out the guy's name.

"Now tell her you love her, and say goodbye," I order.

"What? Please, don't—"

I cock my gun.

The guy cries into the phone, telling his wife exactly as I instructed, and then hangs up. Bringing my arm up, I bring the gun down on his head, knocking the disgruntled man out.

"Thank you, Mr. Falcon," the doctor says, smiling. "He was a bit disturbed—"

I pick up the other guy's gun and shut the good doctor up by putting a bullet in his head. "That's for fucking a terminally ill patient, asshole." Wiping my prints, not that it's needed, I then drop the gun by the unconscious man and step over him.

"Was that very wise, Jarek?" Lonzo asks, cocking his brow.

"Would you want that asshole fucking your wife if she got sick?" I point to the deceased doctor, now slumped over the table.

People know not to say a fucking word about what happened here, but it doesn't matter, I own this town. If I want to take out a corrupt doctor, then I'll fucking do it. It's not him being corrupt, but the fact that he takes advantage of sick women.

Yeah, I used to be a player in my own right, but I would never do what he did—especially now that I have Liliana in my life. Thankfully, I have my own personal doctor, whom I trust wholeheartedly.

I address the manager, instructing them to call the police and ensure the husband doesn't go anywhere before the police arrive. I then drop a thousand dollars on our table, making it clear to them that I want this hush-hush, and then I take my leave, with Lonzo following behind me.

"What's that?" Lily asks, pointing to a spot on my suit jacket.

"Shit." I relieve myself of my jacket when I notice the blood just above the pocket. "It's nothing."

"It looks like blood to me," she states.

"You would be right, but I don't want to talk about it."

I walk over and sit on the couch in my office, then stare across the room at my pauper. She looks gorgeous as always. It's a bit warm today, so she's dressed in a yellow sundress that comes to just above her knees.

Biting my lower lip, I roll it between my teeth as I think. She leans back on my desk, smirking. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.

"Strip, pauper."

"What? No, please?" she asks with a fake pout, pushing away from the desk.

"Please…" The corner of my mouth curves up.

"Hm, and they say you can't train old dogs…"

I lift my eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure it's teach old dogs new tricks , but that's beside the point because I'm far from old. I'll prove it as soon as you take that fucking dress off and let me see what is mine."

"So impatient," Lily's sultry voice teases, and I'm about to do just that—lose my patience.

Lucky for her, she grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head. When she drops it to the floor, she stands there, letting me take in every inch of her. She's still wearing her strapless bra and panties, so I lift my brow.

Rolling her eyes, Lily reaches back and unhooks the bra, letting it fall to the floor before relieving herself of her panties. Now she stands in all her naked glory, and my cock hardens.

Rubbing my crotch, I order, "Crawl to me, pauper."

"What? I'm not going to crawl."

I may love this woman, but I still have my dark tendencies, which I've been lenient on lately, but after the day I had, I need this. I want to see her on all fours, crawling to me and taking my cock into that beautiful mouth of hers so I can fuck it until I'm content .

I pull my cock out and give it a few strokes. I know how horny the pregnancy has been making her, so yeah, I'll play dirty.

"If you want my cock, pauper, you're going to have to work for it." Precum beads at the tip, and I swipe it away with my thumb before sucking it off. "Mm, that tastes good."

Lily licks her lips as her chest heaves up and down. She's worked up but struggles to give in or stand her ground.

"I'll tell you what. You can come over here without crawling, but then you don't get to come, and you don't get to swallow my cum." I grin as I keep stroking my shaft up and down.

A small whimper leaves her lips just before she slowly drops to her knees and then her hands.

"That's a good girl. Now, come to me and let me feed you."

The way her body sways back and forth as she moves forward has my length jerking in my hand. Her breasts sway back and forth, just like her hips do. Lily's teeth sink into her bottom lip as she zeroes in on my cock and crawls to me.

When she reaches for my cock, I slap her hand away and shake my head. "I want to taste you first. Lean back and fuck yourself with your fingers so I can watch."

The smile she gives me should have been warning enough. The little vixen leans back, holding herself up with one hand while spreading her legs wide. She then slides her other hand up her thigh slowly and dips two of her fingers deep inside.

Her rounded belly only turns me on more as I watch the mother of my child get herself off.

"Harder, pauper. I know you can do better than that." I lick my lips and watch as her hand pumps faster.

I remove my hand from my dick so I don't come because I'm so fucking close already. Lily makes little mewling sounds as she gets closer, moaning every time she touches a certain spot deep inside. When her breathing gets fast and shallow, I watch her carefully until she's there.

"Stop!"

She whimpers, but she does as she's told.

"Let me taste." Gripping her wrist, I pull her hand up and wrap my lips around her coated fingers. "Mm…"

I keep my eyes on her as I lick every last inch of her fingers that she fucked herself with. When I'm done, I lean back and grin as Lily lunges for what she's been desperate for.

I hiss as her lips wrap around my shaft, and she sucks me into her mouth.

I now know how she learned to suck cock, and I try not to think about it.

That fucker is dead, and Liliana is mine.

I will teach her so many new things that neither of us will remember where she got her start from.

At least I got her virginity, sealing her fate to me for all time.

"Ah yes, that's it—just like that, pauper—fuck." I drop my head back and enjoy the feeling of being so deep down her throat.

I know it's over when she uses her other hand to play with my balls. I can already feel the tingle in my spine as she bobs her head up and down, then goes even further, so my shaft enters her throat, and her nose is pressed against me.

I grip her hair, but I let her keep the control. "Take it, pauper. Take every last drop of it—make me come, baby."

Grabbing the base, Lily picks up the pace as she continues massaging my balls. Suddenly, her finger slides back and grazes my asshole, and I come—hard.

"Fuck!" I roar and hold her head down as I empty my seed into her throat. "You're such a cum slut aren't you, pauper?"

She tries nodding, but my hold won't allow her to move her head much. By the time I'm done, I'm breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. Lily wipes her mouth and grins.

"What?"

"I'm not done with you yet, Sir ."

She climbs up my body and impales herself on my semi-hard cock, and begins fucking me as I try to recover. Fuck, she's so hot. My body responds to her, and we're now on to round two.