Chapter 3

Erik

Desire raced through my veins as I jogged down the three flights of stairs in the library. The sweet princess on the third floor was playing a dangerous game with a man like me. She thought she wanted a night pressed to the chill of my black silk sheets, but she'd never survive it.

The thought of making her scream left chill bumps all over my skin and my cock rock hard. Pissing her off was almost too easy, which was a warning sign. She'd convinced herself that I was the right man for her and that somewhere in my black persona was a beating heart.

She was wrong. I'd fuck her hard and throw her out.

It was the only way to handle the situation, no matter how badly I wanted love and connection. It wasn't meant to be. Not for a man like me. Not when my father expected so much of me, and often sent me to violate other people and their property. It left danger and death lurking everywhere. It would take one time for my girl to get caught up in the mix and she'd die in my arms. Just like Delaney did every night in my dreams.

I forced my morbid thoughts of my sister away and pulled out my phone to locate Nate. My best friend from childhood had recently joined the syndicate with me, though he hadn't really taken his place beside me just yet. He was pussyfooting around, trying hard to keep his nose clean thanks to being in love with Jenna.

Not that I could blame him.

"Speak of the devil." I turned and walked toward his and Jenna's apartment, leaving my bike at the library. I needed a reason to return later in hopes of accidentally bumping into Grace. I couldn't bring her into my world, not even for the promise of a much-needed fuck for both of us. It wasn't fair, and my father had plenty of whores to keep our balls empty when needed.

Yeah, ‘cause that's what sex should be like.

I growled at myself and walked up the stairs to Jenna's place, knocking twice before trying the knob.

"Just a minute. Fuck." Nate's voice was gravely. He'd been sleeping or fucking. He pulled the door open and gave me a stern look. "What do you want?"

"Did I interrupt something?" I tilted my head a little to the side. He was like a brother to me, and yet we'd been estranged for the last few years thanks to him refusing to help me when I needed him most. He wanted freedom, and I guess part of me was pissed that I didn't have that option. Maybe I was being a selfish prick.

"I was sleeping on the couch." He moved back and lifted his free arm to stretch. "Jenna was somewhere around here."

"In the kitchen." She walked out and slid her arms around my waist, surprising me a little. "I'm going to kill you."

"Oh yeah?" I pulled her arms off of me and stepped back, needing my space. "Almost killing Ashley a few weeks before wasn't enough?" The last few weeks had been a weird transition since Nate's best friend, Ashley tried to kill him and Jenna. The situation spun out of control quickly, and Jenna asked for my help, knowing that I was the son of the only mafia boss in New York City. Not hard to figure out seeing that her father was the DA of the city and had pictures of me and my family all over his desk.

"Not funny," Nate barked and moved over to drop down on the couch. "What smells good?"

"While you were snoozing, I made pasta." Jenna turned and glanced up at me, her warm brown eyes filled with acceptance. It was a rare thing to see in my world. A part of me wanted to put a bullet in Nate's chest and steal his woman while he tried to recover, but I loved him like a brother and truth be told... I wasn't that interested in Jenna physically. She just represented a life I would never have, but one I wanted so fucking bad if I were being honest with myself. "You hungry?"

"I could eat." I glanced down at my watch and shrugged. "I just left the library and don't have anywhere else to be." I followed her into the kitchen as Nate started in on me for being at the library and reading a book. As if there was another reason to go to the damn library.

"Ignore him." She reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Here. Take a load off."

I took the beer and drank deeply. I didn't have many friends in the world, but Nate and Jenna were quickly becoming that for me. It scared me at times. No sooner would I let myself love them than they'd be taken... killed in cold blood.

The image of my sister’s bloated little body killed my head, her face missing from the fish eating at her for two weeks.

"Fuck," I spat out some of my beer and pressed my hand to my mouth.

"Erik?" Jenna walked around the counter and put her hand on my back, rubbing softly. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Sorry." I pulled a little to my right. "Keep your hands to yourself, woman. Your guy in there is the jealous type, and I'd hate to defend myself when he comes limping in here threatening me."

"Fuck you too, asshole," Nate called from the living room.

"I'm good. Really." I glanced up at her and took another long sip of my beer, ignoring how good her tits looked in her t-shirt. Nate had himself a fine woman to strip down and worship every night. I'd have one too if I could get past being me.

Jenna was pretty, but Grace was a goddess. I knew she was hiding herself from the world by wearing the horrible outfits that she did, and some part of me wanted to love her for it. She was saving herself, but for what? Who?

Me. I wanted to believe it was me, but it was childish and silly.

"I'm going to kill you for giving me a virus that would wipe out all of your family’s information from my Dad's computer. You told me it would just remove anything with your name on it." She shook her pretty head as she walked back into the kitchen.

"Oh, right. About that. It's set up to wipe out anything with my first or last name." I shrugged and finished the beer. "I should get going. I just wanted to stop by to tell you that I need you to get Grace off my back. She's not the kind of girl I would ask out for the night, Jenna. I'm not a good guy. I'm looking for a quick fuck in a broom closet."

"Jenna likes fucking in closets." Nate walked in and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her large breasts as I stood there, trying to look normal.

"Stop that." She swatted at his thigh and turned her attention back toward me. "She would be so good for you, Erik, but I appreciate that. She's my best friend, and I love her. The last thing I would want is for her to get wrapped up in your shit."

"And she would." I walked toward the door at the sound of them kissing. "Night guys. Call me later, Nate. I'm not dangling from this string you have me on much longer. You owe me fucker."

"Alright. Shit."

I walked out to the sound of him complaining. Some part of me wanted to tell him never mind. That he could keep living his life of freedom and I'd just live vicariously through him, but I couldn't. Not yet. The syndicate was a dangerous place to be and only having Kane guarding my back left me exposed and unsure of my next steps.

It was suicide, but Nate would be my saving grace.

I walked up to my bike and got on, fighting the yearning to go back in the library and tote Grace off to a quiet place to give her a taste of what she wanted so bad. I glanced up in time to see her walk off, as if she were watching me.

"Night, Kitten," I mumbled, put on my helmet and drove toward my father's mansion. I needed to drown myself in depravity, and I knew I could do it there.

The ride did me little good. Being left with my thoughts, I found myself angry and tense over the situation brewing inside of me. Loneliness swirled deep inside, and I felt like a teenage boy, making wishes and laying dreams down on the tracks of my future as if anything would ever come of them. I was a slave to my situation, and I always would be.

"Hey, buddy." Kane glanced up from watching TV. "You need something?"

"Pussy." I turned and walked toward a large living room where my father usually had a few girls hanging out just in case. There were over twenty of us in the syndicate, and the women were part of the package.

I stopped by the door and let my eyes scan the room. I wanted someone with dark hair that I could easily imagine to be my sweet librarian.

"Erik," Sally purred and stood up, her breasts nice and big, her throat good and deep. "You need to let off some steam?"

"Yeah." I reached out and grabbed her hand, jerking her to my side as I pointed to a new girl with long black hair. Her body was thin; her breasts small like Grace's. "You too. Come on."

I wrapped my arm around Sally and turned, walking towards one of the big bedrooms in the back. She curled up to my side and tried to kiss at the side of my face before I pulled her back a little.

"No kissing and keep your back to me. You know the rules." I released her and walked into the room, pulling off my sweater and working on my jeans. "What's your name?" I turned to the new girl.

"Tiffany." She reached up and undid the string that held her skimpy dress up. It fell to the ground and left plenty of creamy skin on display.

"Good. Grab a handful of condoms from the bathroom down the hall." I reached for Sally, cupping the side of her neck and rubbing the pad of her thumb over her lips. "Suck real hard for me."

"Anything you want." She sunk to the floor and wrapped her hands around my cock as the door closed behind us.

"Where do you want me?" Tiffany moved to my side, her eyes wide as if she'd never seen another woman give head.

"I want you to be Grace for me tonight, alright? Get on the bed, hands and knees and lift your ass in the air."

"Grace?" She blinked a few times as if she wasn't sure where she was.

The delicious sounds of Sally sucking and licking at my cock had my knees weak. Sex. That's what I needed. It was enough to take my mind off everything.

I grabbed the base of the girl’s throat and pulled her toward me. "Stop asking questions and get on the bed. Your only response tonight is ‘Yes, Sir’."

She shook but stood still. I was a little proud of her. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I glanced down and ran my fingers through Sally's blond hair. "That's nice. Good and deep. Cup my balls with your free hand and finger yourself with the other one."

She moaned and slipped her fingers under her panties, the smell of pussy filling the air.

"Delicious," I whispered roughly and reached out, jerking the new girl toward me, her pretty ass in the air, her sex shaved and ready for depravity. I ran my fingers down her center, pressing into her a little before leaning over and tonguing her ass.

She cried out, and I bit her ass hard. Her slit grew sloppy wet, and I knew I had her. Closing my eyes, I jerked my hips, driving into Sally’s mouth as I brought the pretty little thing on the bed to come on my face two or three times.

Stepping back, I pulled my cock from Sally. "Out, sweetheart."

"What? Seriously?" She pouted, but got up and walked to the door.

"Close the door behind you." I climbed on the bed and grabbed a condom as the girl below me shook with ecstasy. "What's your name again, tonight?"

"Grace," she whimpered.

"Yeah. Perfect." I slid one hand into her hair and gripped my cock with the other. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy for a little while, and then you're going to tuck your hips and let me in your ass."

"But I-"

"It's wasn't a request," I barked.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered and cried out loudly as I tucked myself inside of her, my dick thick and swollen from Sally’s attention.

It wasn't going to take too long for the world to disappear and then I'd be right where I needed to be. Buried balls deep in Grace.