CHAPTER SIX

Cian

I can't wipe the smile off my face, maybe it's cause I'm still bound to the damn rope, but I could bet a million dollars that the reason is the god-like woman who just left my house, and left me hard as a fucking rock, and bound my hands behind my back. I let out a chuckle, not even mad at her pettiness of throwing the knife down on the floor to make it harder for me to get it.Sitting up, the fabric of my trousers tighten and I groan,never have I been this hard in my life, it's borderline painful.

With my hands tied,i maneuver through picking up the knife once more, I sit on the floor and slide towards the knife then take my time cutting what's left of the rope.

Free, I rotate my shoulders back, signing in relief, my eyes drift to the bed and my cock gets impossibly harder. Never had I seen myself as a bottom or in a position where I am submissive, but goddammit, that was the hottest thing that's happened to me till now. And now I'm seeking more, more of her, more of her lips, her touch, her scent, her on top of me, her everything.I already know I will be seeking her out as soon as the fog clears from my mind after I rub this one out.

My phone blares up and I hiss, adjusting my cock while walking to receive it. The name on the screen has my heart racing, "Nico," I answer. "Boss, you're not going to like what I'm going to say," he replies with a sign. "Fucking spit it-" "Her car has blown up," he says. I almost stagger. "She wasn't in it though," he adds.At this moment, I'm already putting my shoes on and fetching for my keys, "send me your location." I jog down the stairs, straight to my car and put in the location driving off in the empty street of my neighbourhood.

Did Roarke get to her? My stomach turns in the most uncomfortable way. Nicholas, best known as Nico around the guys is my best mate aside from my brother, and he'd taken it up on himself to watch over my little stalker as he called her, to put my mind at ease so I could actually function and not be out on the road twenty four-seven following her every move. He has been following her once in a while and makes sure she gets home safe. Even after she'd murdered two of my guys, he knew and created a solid foundation to cover her tracks, per my request.

I park my car a few blocks from the location sent and grab a ride the rest of the way. Sure enough, there is smoke in the parking lot and I walk towards the spot cautiously looking around me, no one in the scene, not yet. Nico steps out of the shadows when he sees me. "What the fuck happened?" I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders, "I've checked the feed, no one put the explosive,here.So she either blew it up herself, or she didn't see it coming and could've been barbeque meat on the way to her apartment." I grit my teeth, tempted to put my fist in his mouth,"she didn't blow it." He gives me a look, one that says I'm on some bullshit,"that lass is unpredictable, you know that." I did know that, and I feel blood rushing back down to my groin,my mind replaying the scene that played out not more than an hour ago.I sign and he groans, giving me a pointed look, which I ignore.Running my hand through my hair, I tell him to drive us to her apartment.A part of me wants to be sure she reached safe, without a scratch incase a hit was placed on her.

"What do you like about that lass?" Nico asks, not bothering to look at me, knowing I am glaring at him, as he swerved through the little traffic, driving fast. I look away, thinking about his questio.What do I like about her? Everything? Her lips for one.My lips tingle thinking about her kisses, if it did not feel like getting a glass of cold water on the hottest day, like magic, like air breathed through me for the first time and I was actually living, not just existing. Fuck me! My hand supporting my chin, I find myself chuckling, I would have died before I became such a pussy, and only after receiving a damned good kiss, and her dry humping on me to completion.Her kisses desperate and wanting, she came hard, her body shaking from the intensity.The image of her orgasming is etched deep in my brain, it's one thing I'd want to revisit and experience again and again, even with how she left me,hard and desperate.I spread my legs wider and adjust myself in my pants. Nico groans, "why the fuck are you turned on?" I ignore him,closing my eyes, and all I see in my head is her.

"Let's go," Nico says,switching off the engine. My eyes open and look at my surrounding,we are on one end of her street. Without another word, we get out, I retie my hair, making a low ponytail and throw the hoodie cap over my head, he does the same with his hoodie, after putting a cap on his bald head.We walk silently, the only sound around us is the gravel beneath out feels with our foot steps."Who the fuck is that?" he asks put of the blues, his voice piercing through the silence. I look up at him and see him tilt his head to the side with a nod, towards the apartment building my little stalker lives in. And for sure there's a person, a suspicious person, dressed in all black, down to a cap, the fucker is dumb enough to look up at where a security camera is installed, buy yours truly, then he adjusts the cap and starts walking. At the same time, an explosion erupts from the fourth floor, on the apartment right next to the emergency stairs. My jaw tightens and so do my fists, "Get that fucker," I tell Nico, who is already on it with a small jog.

I stand transfixed, my eyes on the building,looking to see what she does, watch her run out and she doesn't in the five seconds I stand there so I go for it, running without a second thought, my heart in my throat, I climb the stairs two at a time, moving past the residents of the building who have gotten put of their houses and evacuating the same building.

A hand grabs me and pulls me down the stairs.I twist my hand away, ready to throw my fist in the face of the asshole. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" my brother's voice screams at me. The fog in my brain clears and see my brother, dressed like I am, seething with rage, directed at me. "What are you doing here?" I ask, taking one step up, before he gets me by my shoulder and pulls me down.I throw a punch at him,and he effortlessly misses, "what the fuck is your problem? She could- I need-" I choke on my words, blaming it on the smoke. "My problem is you're going to get yourself killed because she isn't ducking there!" He screams. William's eyes are crazy with anger, directed towards me, which doesn't happen very often. He did not know about my stalker,i did not tell him, but here he is standing here in front of me, in the midst of this fog and he is telling me she isn't here.

"Where is she?" I question him, instead of answering, he turns on his heel and takes the stairs down quickly, I follow swiftly. In the crowd of people, I follow until we're where Nico parked and I shove him against the wall,"where the fuck is she?What the fuck did you do to her? I swear to god, Will if you touched her-"

"You'll what? Hit me?" he taunts, and I deck him in the jaw. He pushes me away and grabs his chin, spiting red on the cement, he groans, "that hurts like a bitch." "And there's more from where that came from, tell me what the fuck you're doing here!" I raise my voice at him.

He goes to tell me how weird the whole coffee encounter with her was, and my reaction to what happened. And because he'd been bugging me about the stick up my ass a few times, that would be when I didn't see her,whenever her routine on watching me was interrupted by god knows what. The thought of her being with a man who wasn't me on those days had my blood boiling, tempted to break into her apartment and find the fucker she was with and cut him to pieces.

"Where is she?" I ask cooly. "On a flight, I beleive she'll be reaching Colombia in the next seven hours, or so," he says, with a ducking shrug. My mind takes me back to her in my bathroom, I'd tiptoed and took a listen of her conversation,which was mostly in Spanish, but I understood most of it.

"She did say something about going to Bogota, on the phone," I pull the tie off my hair and run my hands through my free hair."Mmh, your little obsession is a mafia princess," my brother says.

"What?"

"Vásquez," he answers.

"What?" even though I have heard him, I can't believe my ears. "Fuck me!"