Aching for His Discretion (The Discretion Dynasty #1)

11. Levi

Chapter eleven

Levi

“ W hat the fuck are you doing here?” I seethed as Elliot leaned against the opposite wall, forcing myself to remain calm. Teegan was getting ready for bed as I told her to do, and now I was dealing with this idiot who decided it would be a bright idea to come and bother me.

“That’s a question I really should be asking you… capo ,” he replied, and I sighed heavily.

“What I do on my time is none of your concern…”

“Well, you went from killing men in your spare time to being pussy-whipped and playing family with that girl and her cat. Sorry for being just a bit curious,” he said, shrugging. I did my best to keep my composure, as my eyes narrowed at the idiot.

“Hurry up and tell me why you’re here before I put a bullet in your skull,” I muttered.

He stared at me for a moment before speaking.

“The Russians want $250,000 for their next export.”

“An extra hundred grand for fucking what,” I asked angrily, and Elliot shrugged.

“They found a man… he worked with your father, and they’re holding him hostage. They say he knows where your father and his men are based.”

“And they want me to send one hundred grand for shit they’re saying out of their ass without any actual proof of them having him, huh?” I muttered.

“It’s a possibility they actually have him. If he’s useful, then the hundred grand was well spent, and they’re still our ‘allies.’ If not, the money doesn’t really make a dent in your wallet, firstly, and it would be a death wish to their entire gang if they sent some random with no information.” He shrugged, and I nodded in complete agreement.

“Send it,” I muttered, and Elliot nodded.

“Also... Teegan mentioned her landlord was doing a bit of questioning , if you will. About the whereabouts of the rat down the hall,” he muttered, and I sighed.

“John didn’t mention anything, correct?” I asked, knowing full and well that John answered to me before any other boss or employer.

Elliot nodded. “Neither did she.”

She didn’t say anything… my good little girl . Too fucking smart for her own good, but she definitely knows when and when not to speak.

Before leaving, Elliot continued. “I don’t favor the girl… but I don’t mind her. Others are beginning to talk. I’ll shut them up, but if it doesn’t work, you have to get involved.”

I remained silent as he walked away.

Entering her apartment, I took a seat on the couch and waited for her to finish in the shower. While waiting on my phone, after a few more minutes, I heard the pitter-patter of her feet.

Looking over, the sight was almost heavenly: her innocent look with her knee-high socks to her oversized sweatshirt. Her lips pouted slightly, and she walked over as her hair was in a messy low ponytail… perfect for me to wrap my hand around—

“What did Elliot want?” she muttered, sitting beside me, and after exchanging a few more words, I couldn’t fucking take it any longer.

“I’m the only one allowed to be touchy-feely with you... now give me a kiss, hmm?”

She leaned over to me and placed a small kiss on my lips. I chuckled internally at how cute she was as I placed my hands on her hips and brought her over to straddle my thighs.

She didn’t seem to mind at first, but she jumped slightly as I moved my hands lower, making her land directly on my growing cock. She blushed profusely as she tried to stand, but my hands kept her in place.

“Everything okay, Tesoro?” I asked her, and she nodded slowly as I squeezed her perky little ass in my hands.

“...It’s just that—” she whispered, and I hummed as I listened intently, slowly moving her hips back and forth against my length. I knew she was highly inexperienced, so I would need to definitely take my time with her... but having a little fun wouldn’t hurt.

I spoke as if I was clueless. “What is it, Tesoro?” I questioned her, and she bit her lip as she squirmed in my hold and held back her little moans that I so desperately wanted to hear.

“I don’t... I-I don’t think friends are—are supposed to...” she began and whined softly as I lifted my hips, catching her completely off guard.

There goes that fucking “friend” word again. I had mixed feelings about the word… but in a time like this, we weren’t friends at all.

“I’m sorry, baby… I couldn’t quite catch that,” I muttered, and she bit her lip as I increased the speed and pressure slightly. She went to speak again, but another whimper left her lips involuntarily.

“Do you like the attention I’m giving to your little pussy… hmm, Tesoro?” I asked her, lowering my tone slightly, and she nodded quickly, causing me to squeeze her little ass harder.

“Words,” I muttered.

She spoke softly, out of breath. “I-I like it.”

One of my hands traveled into her shirt and slowly up her chest. Reaching one of her breasts, she gazed into my eyes drunkenly as I played with her little bud for a few seconds before giving her other one the same amount of attention.

“Of course you do. Such a greedy little thing you are.”

She whimpered once again as she placed her hands on my chest, my pace going just a bit faster.

“You’d probably let me do anything I want to you. If I wanted to fuck you senseless right now, you’d let me… wouldn’t you, Tesoro?” She remained silent as she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in the crook.

I knew she was feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed slightly, but my sadistic side was fucking loving it. Lifting my hips once again, I placed both of my hands on her waist and made sure she was feeling all of my length as she whimpered into my ear.

“Come on, let me hear you cum, baby. I know you want to... there’s a good fucking girl,” I said, feeling her slowly come undone but not letting up on my movements. She quivered in my hold slightly as she laid her head on my shoulder. Rubbing my hand over her thigh, she trembled softly as her chest rose up and down slowly.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm?” I muttered, and she nodded as she wrapped her legs around my torso. Standing, I entered her room, which looked exactly like her personality: innocent, warm, and bubbly.

Before going to bed, she cleaned up in the bathroom, and the second her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. I exited the room slowly and left her apartment, locking it from the inside.

Turning, I rolled my eyes to see Elliot still standing by the door, waiting.

“So... your plan today consisted of coming to this girl’s home and putting her to bed after making her—” he began.

“Let’s go,” I cut him off angrily.

He didn’t say anything as we walked out of the complex.

Entering the basement of my club, I was greeted by the idiotic smile of Micah, who was wearing all black with fresh scratch marks on his arms, his sleeves rolled up, as well as a disheveled look to his hair.

“I hope you’ll be happy with us, Signor Diavolo . Not only does the snitch have stitches, but we also know exactly what information he’s been spilling… and who he’s been sharing it with,” he replied, handing me a picture that made me roll my eyes.

The snitch was feeding information to the Roe brothers. Those two fuckers did everything they could to practically piss me off—from stealing my imports to raiding my clubs to killing a few of my men. At first, they were working for my father, but they even turned on him, realizing they could make more money without being under a don or in a gang. The two of them alone could do more damage than an army of men.

There wasn’t much known about them, but we did manage to figure out one of their names. Dakota, was it? He was the more level-headed of the two, whereas the other brother was fucking bat-shit crazy and high-tempered... Reminded me of myself on a bad day.

Elliot handed me my knuckle rings, and I pulled them on as I cracked my neck to the side.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” I muttered in my native tongue as I walked over to the man.

His eyes went wide as Nico stepped back.

“I’m so sorry. P-please, I will never do anything like that again,” the man begged, begged, and I smiled internally. It was more fun when they begged, after all…

“Begging only makes me enjoy killing you more... feeds the ego and the soul, if you will,” I said as I shrugged and simply stared at him for a moment, tears falling down his face.

I breathed in for a moment before swinging my fist rapidly into his face. His screams of pain only made me want to hurt him more as my eyes got darker and my punches got harder.

Blood began to leak from his wounds, and eventually, his screaming stopped, and his breathing slowed. Pulling away, I leaned my head back as I let out a puff of air. It was silent for a moment before I angrily punched his bloody, mushed face five more times with as much force as I could.

Breathing heavily, I quickly pulled my gun from my hip and shot him three times in the chest and once in his fucked-up face.

I shook my hands slightly as I removed my rings and tossed them to the ground. My chest rose up and down as I wiped the mixed sweat and blood off of my forehead.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Micah said in the corner, and I pulled off my blood-covered sweater, throwing it on the face of the dead man.

“Clean this shit up,” I muttered, walking away as the cold air hit my naked chest. Fuck, that was therapeutic.

With all the shit I’ve been dealing with, killing a man always seemed to ground me and calm me as well. Looking down at my phone, I glanced at my messages to see my only pinned contact, my sweet Tesoro.

She hadn’t sent me a message, but earlier she’d sent me her schedule for the week, and I was planning on fitting it into my own.

Additionally, I’d received a message regarding who Alec Harrington is as well as his father, background, and leverage in the city. As I read on, I could see why Teegan was wary that anything could be done about him.

Hmmm… so this may be a bit harder than I anticipated. But regardless of how challenging it would be to take him down, it had to be done.

Besides, I already promised Teegan that he would be taken care of, and I couldn’t break my promise to Tesoro mio.