Forever Masked & Mine (High Stakes Syndicate #1.5)

Chapter 1 – Marfa

CHAPTER

ONE

@DEVILS_SOVEREIGN

MARFA

“ M ack, I swear to fuck, if you put one more Pinterest board in my face, I’ll call Marcello, get his jet, and we’ll be on a flight to elope in Bora Bora tomorrow.” ? 1 His whole face lights up, and I instantly know I’ve fucked up. He came barreling into my office with another sixty pins to look at for the wedding he thinks we are having. Mack and Percy both got down on one knee exactly six months after that first night we all spent together, and Mack has been planning every detail since.

He gets his phone out, putting it up to his ear. “Marcello! Buddy, how ar—” He pauses. “Got it, no buddy… well, big favor then. Mar just threatened me with your jet and eloping in Bora Bora, and I was just thinking about how perfect that would be, especially with how hard she’s been working.”

I start to bark out a threat, “Ma—” but he cuts me off, throwing his hand up in my face, not even looking at me. I grab his balls through his short athletic shorts, and he lets out a squeak, causing him to finally look at me. I take my thumb, running it across my neck, telling him to abort mission while still holding on tight to his balls.

He keeps talking away, “Next week? Yes, that’s perfect. You know Percy will be out of the office, too, right?”

Percy’s been working for Marcello—and Marcello only—since I’ve taken over as head of the Russians, and Percy’s loving every minute of it. He’s finally got Marcello’s marketing straightened out with all his businesses, so it really would be the perfect time to take the much needed vacation we all deserve.

It’s almost been a year since I started running my empire, and I don’t have much to complain about. It’s been tough finding men to train and trust, but Vincent, Marcello’s second, has been helping me with that.

I found my second, Natalia Morozov—she’s about as much of a badass as me. I knew I wanted another female as my second because there are already too many stupid cocks in power in this world. It’s been fun teaching her the ropes, and it’s even more fun seeing our enemies laugh at the site of two women coming for them; that is until they’re hanging from their ankles in one of Marcello’s torture rooms. She’s found her favorite specialty room in the warehouse and thoroughly enjoys getting to prove how effective she is in said room.

Mack pockets his phone and spins towards me, filling me in on the plans. “We’re leaving this Sunday and spending a week in Bora Bora. I’ll call my vacation planner when I leave here. Marcello did say we needed to take Vincent with us for protection.”

I huff, “Protection?”

“Yes, Sovereign, please don’t fight with him on this. You know what’s going on right now in your world.” I roll my eyes at him, but I’m for sure not fighting about it. The Albanians have started an all-out war with us and have brought all of their syndicates together to come after us. It’s been one thing after another, and I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t need a break.

What’s better than a week at the beach getting railed by my soon-to-be-husbands?

“I’m bringing Blair then, too,” I sigh to Mack as he approaches my desk. My one goal this trip—well, besides getting married—is to get Vin and Blair together. I have a suspicion they’ve fucked around. And I know he doesn’t want to step on Marcello’s toes since Blair is Marcello’s niece, but that girl has been down bad for him since the day I met her. And I see the way Vin looks at her. Call me Match makin’ Mar, I’m making this shit happen.

He raises his eyebrows at me, likely knowing precisely what I’m scheming up. “Let me in on the plan, Sovereign!”

“No, you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut. I have to gag you in order to keep any secrets,” I say with a wicked smile on my lips. Gags are my favorite to use with these two, but I have a special order coming in specifically for Mack. What better place than our honeymoon to break it in.

“Fine. It’ll just be a surprise for me, too.” With that, he pops a kiss on my lips and heads out my office door, likely heading to his shop to check up on everything there.

I twist the key to enter my office before going directly to the door that joins Percy’s office to mine. I bought the whole building to lease office spaces as a way to funnel my illegal money through a legal business. I knock on Percy’s door, then hear him call me in.

? 2 I sit down in the chair in front of him, throwing my legs up on his oversized desk and testing the water to find out what he knows. “Have you talked to your boyfriend today?”

“No, he’s been ignoring me since I texted him asking why Marcello blocked off all of next week in my calendar.” I smile wickedly at him, but he continues, too immersed in whatever he’s doing on his computer screen with his black square frame glasses on. “The only thing it says is, ‘per Mar and Mack, you’re taking off’ at the top of the email.” He huffs and lays back in his chair, hands steepled across his stomach, then he finally looks at me.

“We’re all off next week… We’ll be in Bora Bora.” I wait for the gasp or the shit ton of questions that I’m sure Mr. Type A himself has—but they don’t come.

Instead, he says, “Thank fuck! I need a break away from this shit.” The bags under his eyes are the sure sign he needs a break, but I know he truly loves his work.

I get up and walk around his desk, scooting up on top of it. He has the perfect view of my bare pussy under my leather skirt as I place my feet on each armrest of his chair. I question him as I rake my eyes up and down his frame, “You’re not going to ask what we’re going for?”

He scoots up as close as he can get to me, running his hands up my things, questioning, “What are we going for, Mar? I’m guessing vacation.”

I shake my head, looking down at him in his dress pants, which are now sporting a massive erection, and his white button-up shirt, the three top buttons left wide open. “Nope. We’re going to elope and have our honeymoon. Also, a much-needed week away from this hell-hole of a city.” This city really isn’t a hell hole; it’s more so the people in it that won’t leave us the fuck alone and stop causing shit.

Percy takes his pointer and middle finger and runs them through my folds. “You like what you see, Papochka? ”

He groans a response that’s bordering a growl, “This is proof enough.” He moves his free hand down to his cock, groping it, showing me exactly what I do to him.

I shrug, dragging my booted foot down his stomach all the way to his groin, purring my response, “How about we FaceTime our boy toy and get him riled up?” He’s already pulling his phone out and propping it up on the bookshelf behind his desk.

He clears his desk of all it’s contents by pushing them clean off. Grabbing both of my shoulders, he lays me flat on his desk. My legs spread out, leaving me completely bare to his eyes and apparently Mack’s as well. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” I hear Mack’s voice echoing through the phone’s speaker, but I don’t pay any mind to it as Percy’s hand lands between my thighs.

He takes a seat nonchalantly beside me, pushing my leg up even further, then has both hands on each side of my pussy, spreading me wide. “Look at our wife’s pretty pussy, Baby Boy. ”

“I’m not your wi—” Smack .

This motherfucker just slapped my pussy.

And why did I like it?

Percy growls out, “You’re about to be,” as he starts to rub my clit in tight circles with his two fingers. I look up at the phone to see Mack has his propped up, his cock is in his hand, and he’s fully entertained.

These two are going to be the death of me.

“No coming, Mack. And you’re not getting to yet either,” Percy barks out as he stands up, adjusting his massive cock within his pants.

“Excuse me. I’ll just do it myself.” I reach down, hand over my cunt, raising my eyebrows in contest, telling him to try me.

“You’ll both wait until we get home.” I know this is punishment for us keeping our little secret from him, but we wanted it to be a surprise. He’s so similar to me in the way he always has to be in control, so Mack and I are never really able to surprise him. Marcello just had to go and blow it.

I’ll give him the power this time, but not without some annoyance first. “Okay, Big Daddy.”

1 ? No Need for Introductions, I’ve Read About Girls Like You On The Backs of Toilet Doors - Bring Me The Horizon

2 ? Break from Toronto - PARTYNEXTDOOR