Chapter 7 WHAT

Aiden

I hadn't meant to walk in on her dressing. And I should've left the moment I saw her naked body in the mirror.

It took everything in me not to garb her ass, spank it, and watch it jiggle.

Fuck.

I exhaled sharply, adjusting the growing tension in my pants. I'd spent hours in the bathroom jerking off, trying to think of anything but her gorgeous body, her scent, the sound of her breath, and the way her skin flushed when she was embarrassed.

My nails dug into my thigh as I leaned back in the seat, jaw tight. I'd seen women before, but this one? She was dangerous. The kind of woman who could make a man lose his fucking edge without even trying.

"Jesus, man. This chick's got you by the balls," Storm said, shooting me a sideways look from the driver's seat. "You even took her dress." He clicked his tongue, eyeing the bag beside me.

"Correction, she left her dress and ran."

He chuckled. "Can't blame her. You probably looked at her like a starving beast."

And he was right. If she hadn't refused me I would have done dirty, twisted things to her. The kind of things that would haunt her father's dreams if he found out.

I let out a deep, throaty laugh.

When I told him I was interested in her, a muscle in his jaw had twitched. "She's off-limits."

"And why is that?"

"She is married. And even if she weren't, I wouldn't want you anywhere near my daughter."

I didn't think she was his daughter. And her being married was just a meaningless detail. It sure as hell wasn't going to stop me.

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I descended the narrow stairs to the basement, the screams of a man echoing from below. I removed the cigarette from between my lips, letting out a puff of smoke, the scent mixing with the thick, metallic stench of blood.

A naked man was tied to a chair with a rope, his body drenched in his blood. Storm delivered a brutal punch to the man's stomach, and he coughed more blood.

I stood at the entrance, watching him deliver another blow as I smoked silently.

"Boss," one of my men rushed over.

"Did any of them talk?" I asked.

"No, boss."

I glanced over at another bloodied figure slumped unconscious in a chair.

"And him?"

"He fainted during the interrogation."

"Wake him up," I ordered.

He scurried away, grabbing a bucket of water and dumping it over the unconscious man who gasped awake, sputtering and coughing. His eyes darted around wide with fear, and when he recognized me, he froze.

Storm turned to me, his white shirt stained with blood. "You are here," he said, and I nodded at him to continue.

I strode over to where the man sat. "Aiden! I swear," he tried to scoot away, his chair scraping uselessly against the floor. "I-I didn't know it was your turf! I never would have accepted the deal if I had known!"

I chuckled darkly, "Oh, I am aware of that."

I reached down, stabbing the glowing butt of the cigarette into his bare shoulder, and he grunted. "I just need a fucking name," I said calmly, throwing the cigarette away. "Who ordered it?"

"I don't know," he cried. "We never met them. They just gave us the drop location. The money wasn't even what they promised."

"Is that so?" I straightened turning to the man beside me. "Bring me the hammer."

His eyes went wide with fear, and he begged, "Please! That's all I know! I would never lie to you, Aiden! I swear to God!"

"Don't worry, we will just do a little refreshing of memory," I assured.

"Boss." The man handed me the hammer.

"Let's try again," I chuckled, swinging the hammer. "Who ordered it?"

"I told you..." he howled in agony as the hammer came down hard on his thigh.

At the end of the torture, I still got no name.

I peeled my bloodstained clothes off, tossing them into a corner as I walked toward the shower while untying my hair. I looped the black hair tie around my wrist. The hot water poured down my body.

I closed my eyes, jaw clenched. I knew who it was. The person who had ordered the robbery. It had to be him.

Dom fucking Blackwood.

I slammed my fist against the tile, angry. He has crossed the line this time around, and I was going to make him pay.

I heard the bathroom door open, then the clicking of heels on the floor. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. She was the only woman who entered my place uninvited.

The heels stopped. She was probably undressing now. I sighed, running my hands through my wet hair.

She pressed her naked body against me, her nipples hard. "Why the fuck are you here?" I asked.

"Cold as always," She purred, her hands sliding over my torso, trailing lower, as she placed wet kisses along my back. "Gets me wet all the time."

"Freya,"

"Julian sent a list," she murmured, her hand stroking me slowly, and I exhaled sharply. "He wants them dead or alive, but I would rather you bring them alive... It's been a long time since I played with someone."

"Mhm,"

She moved in front of me, her eyes locking with mine as she knelt. She kissed the tip of my cock, her lips parting to take me in. My breath hitched as she moved her head, her hand stroking me in time with her movement.

My head fell back, hand fisting her hair, and thrusting fast into her mouth. Her mouth was warm around me, her tongue teasing me in ways that drove me over the edge.

"Fuck," I groaned, yanking her up, by her arm and pressing her against the wall, as I lifted her. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist, nails digging into my shoulders. She cried out in pleasure when I drove into her, hard and fast.

Even though she irritated me, I couldn't deny that she always came at the right time when I needed a good fuck.

Later, dressed in black sweats, I found her sprawled in my bed still naked.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked, approaching the bed.

"Waiting for another round," she licked her lips. "We both know you aren't satisfied yet."

"Get out."

She sat up. "I don't want to," she pouted.

My jaw tightened. "Get dressed and leave, Freya."

"Are you worried Julian would find out about us?" She smiled.

"Don't make me say it again, Freya." I boomed, eyes darkening.

She flinched, now getting the gist.

She climbed down from the bed, hissing as she pushed past me. "Asshole."

She disappeared into my closet, and when she returned, she was putting on one of my shirts. "What happened to your dress?"

She turned and shot me a middle finger before walking towards the door. When she opened it, Storm stood outside about to knock on the door. "Get the fuck out of the way!" She spat at him, slamming the door behind her.

The door creaked open again. Storm walked in with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell did you do to the mafia princess?" He snarled.

I sighed, "What is it?"

He waved a card in his hand. "The mayor sent it. His daughter is getting married."