The Heist (32 page)

In silence, Xavier held
out his hand to Alicia and led her away from the graves of her
family.  What he had to say to her shouldn’t tarnish the place
that she cherished the most in the world.  His mind was made
up, however, and what he had to say couldn’t wait.

“
Alicia, I
need to tell you something, and I want you to listen — not
interrupt, yeah?” Xavier placed his forefinger on her soft, full
lips as he looked down at her. “Understand?”

Her brown eyes were full
remorse for her actions as she looked up at Xavier’s green ones.
With a slight nod of her head, Alicia stood still, just looking
into the Commander's eyes.

Taking a deep
breath, Xavier let go of Alicia’s hand and stood, facing forward
but unable or unwilling to make eye contact.  His wolf was
fighting him, knowing already what he was going to say and do…and
he was trying everything in his power to stop him. Xavier, however,
had the upper hand over his wolf...for now. He would not be
dissuaded from his decision.  There was no other
outcome.

It had to be this
way.

“
Alicia, it
would be fucking true to say that we’ve not had the easiest of
times with each other. The fact is, you probably have spent more
time resenting me than liking me. It’s not been like that for me,
though. I’ve never met anyone like you before. Fact. And
from the moment you ran into me, literally, I have been falling for
you.”

“
You have burned your way into my soul, and whether I’m awake
or sleeping, I’m constantly thinking about you.  I am a
soldier, Sweetcheeks.  I don’t do failure. Ever.  And
yet, when I finally find someone whom I care
about…
love…
I let them down at the first sign of trouble.  When I
lost contact with you in the Belcastro mansion, I felt helpless for
the first time in my life. Finding you in his office, when you
froze and couldn’t move from being overwhelmed at completing your
revenge? When all his guards were gunning for your blood?
 Sweetcheeks, part of me died right there and then. I am
no coward, but I’m no fool either.”

“
I know you
don’t feel anything for me, why would you?  I would never ask
for that, all I wanted to do was protect you, and I couldn’t even
do that.  I am mortal.  I can’t protect an immortal — it
was arrogant of me to even think that I could. There are others who
are like you, who will be better at looking out for you.” Xavier
exhaled a heavy sigh, “and that’s the crux of my problem.
Sweetcheeks, I can’t live knowing that I can’t protect you. I can’t
stand by and watch you be hunted and hurt and I sure as fuck won’t
be able to withstand the headfuck of watching another male do what
I can’t. You have been alone so long, you’ve forgotten that your
actions have consequences. Today, in that mansion? You brought Hell
on Earth to me and my Unit. So the only parting gift that I can
give you, is that you have to live with the consequences of your
actions.” Ripping the dog tags from his neck, Xavier placed them
into Alicia’s hand, looking at her for the first time since he
started talking to her. His eyes were searching hers as he
lowered his voice

“
I order you
to kill me, Sweetcheeks. Right now. I don’t trust anyone else
to do it, and it’s the only solution for me. I would die a slow
torturous death watching you from the side-lines and unable to
protect you. Kill me.”

It wasn’t a
request, it was a direct order — the last one Xavier would give,
and it was to her, Alicia Carberletti. His Sweetcheeks.

As the truth
fell from Xavier’s lips and hit Alicia like a freight train
cruising at full speed, her fingers gripped around the dog tags
that were placed in her hand. Opening her palm up, her hands raised
so she could slip the metal link chain over head as she let them
fall and settle into place around her neck.
Alicia bent down and with shaking fingers, unlaced her boot
until she had freed her pink Glock. Xavier knew this was her
favourite gun but she couldn’t do it, so she threw it to the side
and drew the purple one from her right boot. She wanted him to see
that, it was important to her.

Rising to her full her
height, both hands were gripping the handle for dear life as she
stood and stared at Xavier.

He had given a direct
order for her to end his life which in Xavier’s terms meant no
fucking about and just do it. She wanted to tell him she didn’t
hate him, it was quite the opposite actually, her heart raced
whenever he was near her, her insides done a double loop when her
gave that wink followed by his crooked grin. She loved how he
referred to her as Sweetcheeks, he was her High and Mighty and she
wanted to be his Short and Sweet.  She wanted to tell him to
shut the fuck up, come here and kiss her until she saw stars. She
wanted his strong arms wrapped around her until they both fell
asleep but what she wanted to tell him most was that she had also
fallen hard for her Commander Prick.

Clearing her throat as
her hands raised upwards.

“
Xavier look
at me…”

Jutting his
square jaw in her direction, he looked at Alicia. He didn’t want a
conversation, or debate. He needed her to listen to him at least
once in his sorry fucking life, and yet here she was about to defy
him. Arching a brow, he was about to bollock her about
disobeying a direct order, but instead just growled.
“Yeah?”

“
I love
you.”

Alicia squeezed the
trigger of her gun and watched as the bullet penetrated between his
eyes, his perfect body slumped to the ground with a loud thud as
she watched him die, her trademark shot killing him
instantly.

Something
happened that she had never felt before. Instinct took her over and
the overwhelming urge to Change Xavier consumed her.

Alicia raced
over to where his lifeless body lay, adrenaline had kicked in as
she gently sat beside him and took his head into her lap, raising
her wrist to her mouth. Alicia’s fangs descended then she bit
into her skin, practically shoving it to Xavier’s mouth.

“
I killed you
as ordered, now you come fucking back to me, I demand
it!”

She was
sobbing hard as she waited to feel the tug on her wrist.

Shuggie’s feet would not
move. He had flashed back to Italy to take Xavier to their
compound, after figuring he’d had enough time to spy on Alicia.
 The two of them should have had their heads banged
together!

When he got there,
though, his eyes were not comprehending what he was seeing! Alicia
had just shot and killed his Commander, his oldest and most trusted
friend.

As she tore at
her wrist and put her bloodied flesh to his lips, he lunged forward
screaming, “
Noooooooo
!” and throwing Alicia away from Xavier’s lifeless body. “Ye
cannae mix yer blood wi’ his - ye dinnae understand youngling! He’s
a werewolf. If any of his blood mixed wi’ yours, ye’d be
deid!”

“
H-H-He made me kill him.” Alicia was crying hard as her hand
moved Xavier’s hair away from his forehead, she wanted to see his
green eyes looking back at her, cradling his head her sobs turned
to hysteria.
“Wake up you fucking
prick, I can’t do this without you!”

Shuggie knelt down and
held Alicia tightly in his arms as she cradled Xavier’s
blood-stained face in her lap.

There was nothing he
could do, nothing anyone could do.

They were
locked in their grief, but he vowed silently to his dead Commander
that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. It was
the least he could do. Placing a call to the Doc, his voice
cracking with emotion.

“
Teodora, He’s
dead…..”

“
Fuck
!”

Xavier rubbed the back of
his neck, trying to focus his eyes and survey the environment.
 The last thing he remembered was Alicia saying something to
him, but it was drowned out by the sound of his forehead being
punched hard.

No, wait — it
wasn’t a punch. It was a bullet. “The first and last time
Sweetcheeks actually listened to me!” A certain smug satisfaction
filled him as he stood up, his legs unsteadily carrying his weight.
Narrowing his eyes, Xavier could hear feminine voices and soft
laughs around him but was as yet unable to see anything
clearly.

This
definitely wasn’t Italy. Or Mexico. Or anywhere else on
fucking earth for that matter. Taking an educated guess, he figured
that he was either in a coma or dead. As he put his hand to
his forehead he couldn’t feel the puncture wound where Alicia’s
bullet had destroyed his fuck handsome face.

Not a coma
then.

Xavier’s
thoughts quickly zoned in on Alicia.  He hoped that she wasn’t
feeling remorse or guilt over what he had ordered her to
do. He wanted her to learn the lesson that for every action
there are consequences. He could survive this afterlife
knowing that she would be wiser and stronger for carrying out his
wishes. Still, he would miss that damn stubborn, sexy
female.

The voices
were starting to grate on Xavier’s nerves — not the sounds
themselves, but the not knowing where the hell they were coming
from. His bones were protesting at every movement he
made. Talking to himself, he started walking forward. “Ok. I
was brought up Catholic, and this definitely doesn’t feel, look or
sound like purgatory. There are no cherubs playing harps or pearly
fucking gates, so is this ‘Heaven’?”

He figured it
must be as there were no flames, screaming of the damned or visions
of his dead father — which meant it couldn’t be Hell. All he knew
for certain was that it wasn’t real, it wasn’t terra
firma.

Darting his
eyes around, Xavier finally caught a glimpse of the originators of
the voices he had been hearing since he had arrived here,
whereverthefuck ‘here’ was. Svelte, lithe beauties dressed in
white flowing robes were huddled in groups, pointing and watching
him. Tilting his head to the side, grinning, he noted that the
females also had perfect, lush breasts, curvy hips and asses, and
full pouting lips — but none of them compared to Alicia.

Time had no meaning here,
and so the hours and days all merged into one.  Xavier had no
idea how long he’d been here but reluctantly he found solace in his
angelic companions as they attempted to take his mind off of
missing Alicia. He would never see her again, and reckoned
that these heavenly creatures were here to help him forget and make
the most out of his new situation.

Xavier curled
the soft blonde hair around his finger as the angel massaged his
shoulders and another was sitting on his lap, giggling when his
hands rested on her thighs.

“
That’s it,
nice and deep – take it slow, work it hard. You know, on Earth
females aren’t allowed to wear clothing.” His two new-found friends
started to unburden themselves from the white gowns they were
wearing. Fuck but they were a sight for sore eyes, Xavier thought.
 His cock was already standing at attention and rubbing
against the silken fabric of his white, loose pants.  It
wasn’t them he was thinking of, though...it wasn’t them that he
wanted.

Gently
lifting the angels off of him, he stood up shaking his head and
told them, “I can’t…you’re not Alicia…”

The two
angels pouted then huddled together whispering to each other before
the blonde approached him.  “We can pretend...simply close
your eyes.” The hypnotic lilt of her voice had Xavier doing as they
suggested, and as he did so he could see Alicia standing before him
in his mind’s eye.

The blonde
angel unfastened Xavier’s pants, and he lay down with his eyes
still shut, imagining that the hands touching him belonged to
Alicia. Xavier cupped her breasts as she knelt between his legs and
she started to nervously kiss then lick his shaft.  Her
delicate hands brushed over his balls.

“
Fuck,
Alicia, why couldn’t I have been the male you needed to protect
you?” the more he visualised her, the more real the illusion became
for him — he could smell her delicate scent in the air.

Xavier wound
his fist in the curls of the blond angel’s hair to push her down
onto his cock, forcing her mouth wide open. When he heard the
seductive moans mingling with a surprised choking, he growled.
Pulling her hair upwards, then forcing her back down on him, the
angel soon built up a rhythm with her saliva coating Xavier’s cock.
She was sucking hard, her perfect teeth and lips grazing over his
foreskin. He bucked his hips up to assist her. “Ahh fuck,
Sweetcheeks...” He was too far gone in his imagination to care what
was happening. He wanted his Alicia.

Xavier
groaned as his balls tightened, and the angel’s hot little mouth
was wrapped around his cock. Tightening his grip in her hair,
Xavier pulled her up roughly, sliding his hand over her soaked
pussy before kicking his hips up and driving his hard cock into her
tight, wet, virgin pussy.  Her body was opening up to him, and
he could feel her soft, velvet core envelope around his cock, as
she started to move her agile body up and down.  Xavier was
straining not to come straight away, but increased the bucking of
his hips.

Xavier’s
fingers gripped the angel’s hips as he held her down on his cock,
pounding deep into her as hot jets of cum spurted deep into her
tight, pulsing pussy. Giving a long satisfied growl of Alicia’s
name, his body relaxed and he opened his eyes. When he did, his
satisfied grin turned to a frown.  The vision of Alicia had
gone and he was looking at the blonde angel instead.  Forcing
a smile, he thanked her and headed back to his own room alone.