Nero
"Fuck." Roman bit out, throwing himself over me to shield me from the pieces of debris and metal that scattered around.
Behind him, I could see my SUV going up in a cloud of smoke. If Roman hadn't delayed me with his questions, I'd have been inside the car when it blew up.
"Who's after you?" His voice snapped me from my thoughts.
I met his dark, intense gaze. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Is it the Don?"
I pushed him off me and rose to my feet, dusting off my tailored suit. "We need to leave."
"Why is someone after you? You know something about this. How do you expect me to protect you when you're hiding things. If you tell me who is behind these attacks I can_"
I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. "Do your goddamn job. Enough of these questions."
"I can't fight what I don't know or understand." He bit out slowly.
"Then maybe you're not so good at your job after all." I scoffed, pushing past him. "We'll take the other car back."
"I'll drive." He said.
As soon as we were done handling the mess from the explosion, we made our way to the car. I rattled out an address to Roman and his gaze met mine from the rear view mirror.
"I thought we were going back to the house."
"I have some business to attend to." I said coldly.
"Of course boss." He replied.
He was an impertinent, disrespectful asshole and I knew I couldn't keep him as my bodyguard. He had disrespected the Don by flaunting his orders, he argued with me and questioned my authority over and over again. Keeping him as my bodyguard was just begging for trouble.
After a long, silent drive, the car finally pulled over in the underground garage of a high rise building. Roman and i headed for the elevator.
"Penthouse apartment." I ordered and he pressed the button.
The elevator opened a few minutes later to a tastefully decorated apartment with a gorgeous red head woman waiting for me. Her mouth curled into a happy smile as soon as she spotted me.
"Hello, Nero." Vittoria purred.
She was in a white lingerie with sheer thigh high socks, her lips painted a bright red. Desire stirred inside me at the sight of her and I stepped forward. "Missed me, La mia piccola volpe?"
"Desperately." She grinned.
I headed for her but at that moment, Roman grabbed my arm, halting my movement. The woman's eyes shifted to him, filled with curiousity.
"Who is he?" She purred. "Will he be joining us?"
"Fuck off." My body guard snapped. "We're leaving."
"Get your hands off me if you don't want to lose it, Hunt." I glanced over at him.
He immediately released me. "My apologies boss." He said through gritted teeth.
"Lead the way." I told Vittoria.
Giggling, she turned and walked off, her hip swaying seductively. I followed after her and by the time i joined her in the bedroom, she was already positioned on it, wearing a crooked smile. She rose to her knees in the center of the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing a kiss to the edge of my jaw.
"You smell so sexy. I want you." She whispered in Italian.
Usually, by now, I'd already be hard, eager to bury my cock inside her, but now, I didn't feel the faintest stirring. Confused by my body's reaction, I pushed her down to the bed and pulled down one cup of her bra, covering her breast with my hand.
She moaned, knees falling apart and yet I felt nothing. Her hand dragged over my body till they got to my cock.
"Hmm, I see you need a little persuading." She smiled, pushing me down to the bed and undoing my zipper.
Her eyes lit up as she pulled out my cock, then her mouth closed around it. With a deep moan, she began to kiss and suck and lick, coaxing it to hardness. I should have been relieved that I finally had an erection, but for some reason, my mind kept shifting.
I was distracted and it says the last thing I needed at the moment. Pushing away from the bed, I rose to my feet.
"Where are you going?" She sat up, eyes wide with confusion.
"I need a drink." I said.
"Sure. You know where the bar is. I have your favourite whiskey stocked." She said. "Hurry up. I'm so wet and ready for you."
I marched out of her room and went down the stairs. Roman was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking impatient and agitated.
"Did you fuck her already?" He asked as I approached.
"What did I tell you about asking stupid questions?" I asked.
"Did you?"
Without another word, i grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall, pinning him there. "You must have a death wish, Hunt."
"You let that cheap slut put her hands all over you." He sneered. "Aren't you supposed to be planning your wedding to Elena Torricelli?"
"Cosa Nostra marriages are nothing but mutually benefitting arrangements. They don't affect anything." I informed him. "This is the last warning I'm going to give you about putting your nose in things that don't concern you."
I released him and stepped away. But just as I turned around, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, reversing our position from earlier. He pressed into me, his face an inch from mine.
"You concern me. You're my business, so every fucking thing about you concerns me." He growled.
My heart began to race. Not with fear, but with something else. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you what you want."
And then his mouth was on mine, hot, hard and punishing. Shock rocked through me, freezing me in place even as his mouth continued to move over mine. It took me a second for the shock to wear off and then I threw him off.
Roman flew into the table, a vase toppling and crashing to the floor. I pulled out my gun and held it pointed to him.
"Are you going to shoot me?" He asked fearlessly.
"I want you to get out and get lost." I told him, my voice steady. "The next time I come face to face with you, Hunt, I'll kill you."
He stared at me for a long moment, and my finger began to close over the trigger. Just when I thought I was going to have to shoot him, he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving me standing there with my mouth tingling with electricity.