Passion (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 3) (3 page)

Once I was free, I wriggled my fingers and toes to get the blood flowing in them again while Tommy searched the room. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a queen size bed and a small set of drawers the only furniture. Considering what Sean had told me it was used for, I wasn’t surprised.

“There isn’t a fecking thing in here.”

“Sex slaves don’t exactly have belongings,” I explained quietly. “And if they did, a man would have to be an imbecile to keep her stuff around after he’s killed her.”

“Fecking hell,” he growled, lifting his black, long-sleeved shirt over his head and tossing it to me. “Put this on so I can get you the feck out of here before your husband decides my broken nose isn’t punishment enough for landing you here.”

I slipped the shirt on and walked to the door, but stopped to look at him over my shoulder before I left the room. “There will be no ‘getting me the fuck out of here.’ You’ll take me to Brandon.”

“He gave me orders, Carly.”

I straightened my spine and injected all my determination into my tone. “He may be my husband, but he’s not the boss of me. Not when it comes to O’Reilly business. Don’t make me tell you again, Tommy. You’ll be taking me to him. Now.”

“Fine,” he muttered. “But you’d better be bringin’ me all my favorite foods when ya visit me in the hospital.”

“Oh, shit,” one of the guys murmured, stepping out of my way as I stormed past them towards the big house. Getting out of my path was a good idea, because I’d never been more furious in my life. I was out for blood, and I was damn well going to be the one who drew it.

“Give me your spare piece.” It wasn’t a request, and Tommy knew me well enough to hand over the gun he kept in an ankle holster without asking any questions. The weight felt good in my hands, settling some of the knots in my stomach. I’d felt powerless from the moment the limo doors had locked behind me and I’d heard Sean’s voice, but not anymore. Brandon and our men were here, I had a weapon in my hand, and Sean was going to pay for making me fear for my baby’s life. Him and his demented friend.

Tommy put his arm out in front of me, stopping my progress when we made it to the back door of the house. We all waited there until he nodded his head and breathed a sigh of relief. “Conor confirmed the coast is clear.”

“Conor?”

Tommy tapped his ear and nodded before leading me into the house. “Yeah, and your man is not happy to know we’re headed his way.”

“I wish I could let that sway my decision, but we both know why I can’t.”

“I just hope he understands it as well, or else my nose isn’t going to be the only part of my body he will have broken today.”

I patted him on the back. “Brandon knows what kind of woman he married. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that I’m not willing to walk away from this until it’s finished.”

“Can you blame the man?” Tommy asked, turning towards me as he paused in front of a door with his fingers wrapped around the knob. “You were taken from your wedding reception, with his baby in your belly. He isn’t really in the mood to be reasonable about anything, I don’t think.”

“He knows about the baby?” I gasped.

“You bet your sweet ass I do,” Brandon growled as the door opened and he blocked my view of inside.

My gaze flew up to his face, which looked like it had been carved from granite. A muscle jumped in his jaw and his eyes blazed down at me, filled with fury and love. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I had it all planned out, too. I wanted to surprise you with the news. I guess this is one more thing to lay on the heaping pile of shit that rests at Sean’s feet.”

My hand moved down to my belly as I spoke, drawing Brandon’s attention lower. Realization of what I was wearing filled his gaze, and his face turned red with anger. “Why are you wearing Tommy’s shirt?”

The question was asked softly, but the menace in his tone was unmistakable. I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his waist as I hurriedly answered him, positive he was thinking the worst. “He didn’t touch me. I think he took my dress away because he was angry about his plan being ruined. And, he wanted to make it harder for me to escape.”

His arms tightened around me, and I heard his heart racing underneath my ear. “You would have found a way to escape, wouldn’t you?”

“If I had to, yes. But I knew you wouldn’t be too far behind. Not after I saw all the SUVs at the airport. I trusted that you’d find me in time, and now it’s your turn to have faith in me.”

“Letting you in this room is the last thing I want to do right now.” His chest rose before he let out a huge sigh. “But fuck, you know how to play hard ball.”

“Didn’t you realize that when I shot you in the leg?” I teased, stepping out of his hold.

“Just make sure your aim is better this time around,” he grumbled, brushing a kiss across the top of my head.

“I never miss what I’m aiming for,” I promised, walking into the room at his side before continuing. “No matter how small the target is. Like Sean’s balls.”

My gaze landed on the man in question, and I was pleased to see it looked like they’d only roughed him up a little before tying him to a chair. The Haitian man who owned this home was in the seat next to him, in much the same condition.

“Since there’s two of them, why don’t we each take one?” I offered. I waived my hand at the dark-skinned man whose wide eyes were filled with horror. “You can kill him, but I want Sean.”

Both men sputtered behind their gags and wiggled in their chairs. They were desperate to get free from their bindings, even though they were surrounded by men holding guns aimed their way. Stupid idiots. The only way they were getting out of here was in a body bag.

“You’ll have to go first,” Brandon muttered. “I can’t kill this one until I receive confirmation that our man found the women and children they planned to use for their next shipment.”

“I’ll take my time then, just in case you need additional information from him,” I promised as I lifted my right arm and fired straight into his groin. “But he’s going to feel immeasurable pain every single second he remains alive.”

I pulled the gag from his mouth and listened to him sob, begging for his life. My response was to fire another bullet, this time into his knee. He screamed in pain until his voice cracked before he started to plead for a quick death. By the time Brandon received word that the rescue had gone off without a hitch, I’d shot Sean in the other knee and both shoulders. He’d passed out twice, and I’d had one of my men bring in a cold bucket of water both times so I could toss it in his face and rouse him again. Between the lack of food and my pregnancy, I was starting to feel light-headed, so I finished him off with a shot straight between his eyes.

“Feel free to take your time with the other one,” I told Brandon, when I really wanted him to do anything but. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

I
watched her backtrack the way she’d come in, followed closely by Thomas and a few other men. Seeing her in Thomas’ shirt was driving me crazy and it struck me that I didn’t give a fuck about being the one to take out the Haitian. It wasn’t about a thirst for killing, it was about revenge and someone else could just as easily accomplish the task. I needed my Carly. Needed to make sure she was safe and unharmed, to hold her and never let her go.

Turning to Aiden, I gestured to Josué. “Handle it. I’m going to my wife. Meet us back at the plane in an hour.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow in surprise, but nodded his agreement. Turning my back, I showed him a high level of trust by putting myself in a vulnerable position. Before I walked out the door, I glanced back and saw him smirking at Josué, his chest puffed up with pride at knowing his superior had confidence in him.

Carly was resting her back against the wall of the house, so I joined her, then pulled her into my arms, chest to chest, with her head tucked under my chin. I slipped a hand between us for a moment, caressing her flat stomach. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment she was taken, but the feel of her in my arms was slowing the pace. I held her for a moment, reassuring myself that she was real.

“Brandon.” Thomas interrupted our moment. I glared at him, contemplating adding a broken jaw to his list of maladies. “The house. It’s done.”

I grunted in acknowledgement, cuddling Carly a little closer, her little sigh soothing me. I kissed the top of her head and then reluctantly released her, placing one hand on the back of her neck. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Carly didn’t question anything, her eyes filled with trust and love, never doubting for a second that I would keep her safe.

My eyes swept over her body from head to toe, assessing for injuries. She appeared to be mostly unharmed, but it reminded me what she was wearing. I held my tongue, not wanting to start anything in front of the men, but she was going to get her ass spanked later.

A corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk and my eyes lifted to meet her laughing green orbs. She must have seen the heat in my expression, and I glared at her. She snickered and I rolled my eyes as I headed towards the compound exit, lifting her into my arms and keeping her close to my chest.

Once we hit the access road, I helped her into one of the trucks we’d kept hidden in the brush off to the side. Hauling myself up, I sat beside her and shut the door before tugging her onto my lap. She squirmed, glancing at the other guys, but when she saw my face, she stilled. “Don’t push me, kitten,” I ground out quietly, for her ears only. “You’re in enough trouble as it is.” She pouted, and I stifled a smile at how damn adorable she was. I loved her so fucking much.

We left the other vehicle for the handful of men still inside the gates and took off for the airstrip. As we drove, the anger inside me simmered, a tornado of other emotions feeding it.

The plane was fueled and ready to go so we boarded, settling in to wait the last fifteen minutes for the rest of our party to catch up. They arrived with five minutes to spare and we took off.

Having Carly in my embrace was the only thing keeping me sane during the three-plus hours we were in the air. I wanted nothing more than to strip her down and worship her body, feel her wrapped around me, and hear her calling my name in ecstasy rather than fear. But, I wasn’t about to take her on a plane full of men, particularly ones who worked for us. Even if there was a bedroom on board. Besides, she’d fallen asleep on my lap a few minutes after we hit cruising altitude, clearly worn the fuck out.

She didn’t stir until the plane’s tires hit the runway. Sitting up, she stretched and I held in a groan at the sight of her perky tits and the wiggle of her bottom over my groin. The guys on board wisely kept their eyes averted.

I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her protests and exited to find Nic waiting beside two black Town Cars. He opened a back door, waiting as I got Carly settled on the bench seat. I stood back up and met his gaze, trying to find the words to express my gratitude.

He shook his head. “Unnecessary. You’re family.”

I gave him a chin lift before sliding onto the seat next to my wife, throwing an arm around her shoulders and hauling her up against my side. A little sigh escaped her mouth, and I felt it all the way down to my hardening dick.

My eyes were drawn down to the sight of her chest lifting and falling with each breath. Under Thomas’ damn, fucking shirt. I held my patience until we were inside our home, several men posted around the perimeter for my peace of mind.

“I don’t like seeing you in another man’s clothes, kitten,” I growled.

“I figured Tommy’s shirt was better than my slip, which is pretty damn close to being naked,” she shrugged.

“That was then,” I snapped. “And this is now. Take it off. Naked is perfect for what I’ve got planned for you.”

She wasn’t quick enough for my liking, and I whipped it over her head. Her slip was dirty, and it hit me that she might want to get clean. To wash away the filth of her ordeal, both literally and figuratively. I scooped her up and stalked to the master bath, setting her down in front of the vanity. Reaching in, I turned on the shower before facing her again. I frowned, gripped the dip in her neckline and ripped the garment down the middle.

She gasped and reached out, grabbing onto my biceps to steady herself. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her gently, loving the sweet moan she emitted. Her hands slid up my arms to wrap around my neck and I yanked her into me, plastering her skin to mine, crushing my mouth over hers.

I stumbled backward until we were inside the glass walls of the shower. Tearing my lips from hers, I tested the water temp before stepping under, bringing her with me. She moaned at the sensation and that sound, along with the sight of water sluicing down her naked body, had my cock stretching the skin painfully tight.

I told the fucker to be patient and set to the task of scrubbing my woman from head to toe. She continued to make sweet little sounds of delight as I ran soapy hands over her, rinsed her, and washed her hair. When her body was pink and clean, I guided her down to her knees in front of me.

“You disobeyed me, and now you’re going to make it up to me. Open up,” I commanded.

Parting her lips, she submitted to my demand, taking my rock hard dick into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Suck my cock, kitten,” I grunted. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she sucked it, causing me to yell. “Oh, fuck yeah. Take me deeper, kitten, yes!” She went to town on my dick, practically swallowing me whole. “Fuck! Carly!” I exploded unexpectedly and I bellowed her name as I released, pouring come down her throat. I came so hard I was dizzy with the stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Once I was steady enough, I helped her up and spun her around to face the wall, placing her palms firmly on the stone. I dropped to me knees behind her, with the firm globes of her ass in my hands. I spread the cheeks, enjoying the view. “Look at that pretty pussy,” I purred before leaning in and taking a long lick through her folds. “You’ve been a naughty little pussy cat though, kitten.”

I sat back and slapped one ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her creamy, white skin and pre-come leaked from the tip of my dick. I gave the other cheek the same treatment, then rubbed them to soothe the sting. Before repeating the whole process two more times.