Page 19 of They Found Us (Found #5)

“The Martelé may be a disgrace, but they do have values where family is concerned. Vanna has her father’s last will and testament. I haven’t seen it, but Alex says its foolproof.”

“Alex says? Look, Leo, I know he is your brother, but you haven’t seen him for many years.

You don’t really know him. He hasn’t ever been a leader, but you have.

” Katie stands and puts her hands on my forearms and looks up at me.

“I’m not happy about being here, but if we have to be, then you need to take control.

Don’t keep things from Marco. He has always had your back.

He has been running the Guerra for years.

You need him. He needs you. You need to work as a team.

Do not let Alex come in here tomorrow and start bossing you all about.

Get it sorted before you go to your meetings.

You can’t resolve this with the Martelé unless you are one unit. ”

Katie talks sense. I can’t help but smile at my wife. She may not be happy about being here, but she definitely belongs in the Guerra.

“Mrs Guerra. You have never looked sexier.” My voice is low with arousal. Gently stoking her arms, I watch her body react to my words and my touch. Her body is completely under my control, and I love it.

“Leo, I’m serious.”

She tries to push me away, but I lean my body against hers, pinning her to the desk. “Please do not worry. I have everything in hand.”

My mouth goes to hers, and she fights me for a moment, but her body soon gives in and melts into my arms. While we devour each other’s mouths, I pick her up carry her to the door. After locking it, I take her to the chesterfield sofa in the corner of the room.

“That dress has been teasing me ever since you put it on. I don’t like to be teased, la mia ragazza.” My girl. “ Remove it.”

A smirk appears at the side of my wife’s mouth. “No.” The refusal is her submission. I like it when we play this game.

“Tssk. Kat-er-een. You know I do not tolerate disobedience.” I straddle her, gripping her jaw and kissing her forcefully while I remove the tie from round my neck.

Taking both of her hands, I raise them above her head.

“You will be punished for your crime. Do you have any final words?” I ask while wrapping my tie around her wrists and hooking them around my neck.

“No,” she says again in gasp.

Her anticipation of what is to come has her heat racing and eyes wide.

The sight of her arousal is enough to make me blow.

Her mouth meets mine hungrily. I enjoy her for a few moments until I pull away.

Standing, I lift her and lay her over the side of the office sofa.

I lift up her dress to reveal her perfect round ass.

I rip her thong off with ease, but she jumps a little in surprise.

“Stay down,” I command.

I slap her right ass cheek. Her scream turns to a moan when I massage the area. I treat the other side to the same—pain followed by pleasure. I grip her hips as I push my groin into her crack. I’m still fully clothed, and I’m straining to be released.

Reaching round, I find her entrance with my finger. Just as I expect, she’s swollen, wet, and waiting for me.

“Hhmm.” Katie pushes her clit into my fingers.

I pull away as she does. “Oh no, Kat-er-een. You have been a bad girl. You will have to wait for that.”

A rattling on the door annoyingly brings me out of my domination.

“Go away,” I boom.

“Boss. We have him. The car is ready.” Van tries the door again. “The door is stuck.”

“No, it is locked,” I reply in frustration while squeezing the bottom of my wife.

“Why is it locked?”

“Because I am trying to fuck my wife. Now leave.”

There’s a giggle from Katie.

“It looks like you are getting away with it lightly tonight, Kat-er-een.”

“I’ll take whatever you’ve got, Mr Guerra.”

After quickly opening my belt, I drop my pants and release my throbbing cock. I find her entrance with the tip and circle it lightly before I thrust into the heaven that is my wife.

After giving my wife a good seeing to and telling her I love her, I kiss my boys good night and get into the waiting car. As we drive through the Italian streets, I think about the life of crime to which we have returned and the laws that I am about to break, but in Italy, I am the law.

We pull up to one of our desolate warehouses.

I walk to the building and am immediately let inside by my guards.

I haven’t met any of them before, but each gives a small nod of the head in respect.

Respect which the Guerra has earned. Respect I have earned.

Tonight, I need to remind people who I was and who I still am.

The fact that I have a wife and children does not mean I have weakened.

I still have the strength to lead the Guerra.

The room I am led into is dark and damp.

The stench, a metallic mix of blood and disinfectant, is almost enough to make you throw up.

One of the guards turns on a single light bulb that hangs from the high rafters above.

A man, bloodied and beaten as I requested, remains slumped in the chair he is tied to.

“I heard you are the one who discovered I was alive.”

The man doesn’t dare look up as I speak.

“You took an innocent woman’s life even after she told you what you needed to know. Why was that?”

Her blood is partly on my hands. If I had not had such an outburst on the jet, she would never have disobeyed the restriction against entering my cabin. Her intentions were honourable in wanting to check I was okay. In return, she got shouted at by me and a death sentence.

“Did she submit to your interrogation immediately, or did you torture her first?”

This question wakens something inside him. He slowly raises his head, grinning evilly. “I had to get a bit rough with her first. But I think she enjoyed it.”

Fury builds inside me. The whole crew was battered and questioned by the Martelé, but she was the only one who had been killed.

She was the only one who had seen me and knew anything.

Up until that point, the Martelé had no idea that I was alive.

What they wanted to know was where Marco was, seeing as he was supposed to be dead but had somehow managed to kill their leader.

I approach the man while taking out my knife rather than my gun. A slower, more painful death is needed for this type of vermin. “I absolutely despise men who abuse and hurt innocent women. You are nothing but a sewer rat who does not deserve to breathe the same air as me.”

“Guerra scum.” He spits.

And that’s as much as I can take. With one hand, I grab his head and push it back, widening his neck.

With the knife in my other hand, I automatically pierce the skin at one side of his throat and swipe quickly across in a single straight line.

Blood spurts out, covering my suit. The disgusting middle-aged man gasps as blood fills his lungs.

His eyes bulge in panic. I watch as he chokes and surrenders to death.

It’s a real nasty way to go. But he deserved it.

I must show the new Guerra recruits why we are to be respected.

I must show the Martelé that they cannot beat the Guerra.

Once the gurgling sounds have quietened and the rotten soul has left the man’s body, I instruct Van to deliver it to the Martelé.

“Make it as messy as you can. Hang him from a tree or something like it.”

“Do you want it to be discreet?”

“No, Van. I want the whole of Italy to know that I am back and that the Guerra mean business.”

“What about the police?”

“Don’t worry about the police.”

In a few hours, the country will wake up to the news that I have come back from the dead.

Leo Guerra has been resurrected and he doesn’t fuck around.

The police have always been in the Guerra’s pockets, apart from Lorenzo, the last Chief of Police, but I put a bullet in his head to remind them of what will happen if they dare to cross the Guerra again.

The car returns me home. After removing my clothes and taking a shower, I check on my boys, who are fast asleep.

I then slide into bed behind my wife and take a deep breath.

The smell of home. It’s quite surreal being back here.

Adrenaline pumps through my body. The night’s activities run through my mind. I feel alive.

Leo Guerra is back.

Katie

When I wake, Leo is snuggled against my back.

I can tell by his breathing that he is still fast asleep.

I’m not sure what time he came in last night—well, early this morning—but I know I fed Zander at 3:00 a.m., and he wasn’t back then.

It’s 7:00 a.m. now, and Zander is stirring, ready for his next feed.

I throw on my dressing gown and pick him up before he disturbs Leo.

The door to Mark’s room is slightly ajar, so I pop my head around it to check, and he is still fast asleep.

I’ve got the baby monitor, so I go downstairs to make Zander his bottle.

Alga and Sergio are already in the kitchen, preparing delicious-smelling food.

“Good morning, Mrs Guerra.”

“Please, Alga, you always call me Katie.”

Alga nods and smiles. “Good morning, Katie. What can I get for you?”

“A coffee would be great while I just get Zander’s bottle ready.”

“Already done. Here you are. Just check the temperature.”

“Ahh, Alga, you are a star.” I take the bottle as Sergio sets a cappuccino down on the island next to me. As soon as I’m comfy on a stool, I give Zander his bottle.

“Did you all sleep okay?” Alga asks.

“We did. I’m not sure what time Leo got in, but he is well away now.”

Alga smiles. She would never comment on any of Leo’s activities. “How do you like the baby monitor?” she asks, nodding at my dressing gown pocket, where it sticks out. “You know it has a two-way speaker and a playback function for the videos.” She gives me a little wink, making me laugh.