Kai Villalvazo’s Nemesis (The Kalon Tetralogy #1)

Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

SENSITIVE — SANI KNIGHT

I exhaled deeply as I stood by the window, thinking carefully about my life.

I was mainly on a mission, but I was slowly deviating from it. All because of this one girl who was consuming my thoughts in the most dangerous ways. My deadline was inching closer and closer, but I couldn’t find it in me to do such. So far, I had no luck in finding the code and the pressure from Russia was slowly but surely mounting.

On the other hand, Yasmina was determined to see me shirtless, but I was never going to expose my body to anyone who wasn’t Kayden.

I had pushed my limits with him, anyway, and he understood things about me that other people wouldn’t.

I sharply inhaled as I recalled her tight pussy and how it nearly strangled me to death, or how beautiful and melodious her moans were. I could listen to them on repeat any day, every day.

The beauty of her voice had given me the strong urge to ask her to say my name. She had only said it once, much to my dismay, and her refusal had made me way more upset than usual.

Nothing beat the sight of her trapped against the tree and taking my cock like a good girl, but I had been too put off to give her an orgasm. She was the first person to throw me completely off balance.

I'd never fucked anyone that good in my entire life. I could hardly forget the way her flushed skin felt against mine, or the wild look in her eyes when she fell into my arms.

She knew she had fallen right into the devil’s arms and there was no going back.

My phone’s continuous vibrations broke my train of thought and a deathly cold sluiced down my spine when I saw the ID. I answered the call without any greeting, knowing how knee-deep I was up shit creak.

“Why are you not at the headquarters?” he asked me in Russian and I barely flinched at the stone-cold voice. It was less harsh on a good day, and to sum it up, it was a good day.

“I'm out, the mission is important to me,” I explained.

“Ah! You're with the pretty girl, aren’t you? When are you going to kill her?” He cut straight to the chase, and now my skin prickled with uncertainty.

“Be patient, it's not as easy as you think.” I matched his detached, Russian tone. I've been dealing with him for the past ten years.

“You’ve been doing this for years, what's so special about her? You pussy-whipped already? I know she’s stunning.” He was starting to sound suspicious, and that was the last thing I needed right now.

Suspicion meant he would send more bodyguards over. Or worse, he'd remove me from the plan and I'd be stuck in misery for the rest of my life.

Or worse, they would slaughter Yasmina overnight without getting any information whatsoever.

It partially wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know that her father had committed a grave sin that his future generations would spend the rest of their lives regretting. He had infiltrated the systems and successfully assassinated our Pakhan, who at the time, was one of the most powerful men in the circulation.

You know what they say, strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter.

From what I had researched, it had been a big misunderstanding among the board of members. Adelstein was an unbeatable tech genius, and therefore, interested in incorporating his developments into the Mafia’s security systems.

The Pakhan had said no, but his trusted partner stole Adelstein’s concept and counterfeited his software. When Adelstein found out, he had been so livid that he easily murdered the Pakhan in the blink of an eye, so as to disorientate the entire organisation.

Since then, he has been in hiding and absolutely untraceable.

He had erased all his tracks so effortlessly, and no one’s intelligence could ever find him. So, after the entire Mafia came together and discussed the situation, they decided to eliminate his beloved daughter to lure him out.

Everyone knew that she was all he had.

He hadn’t managed to convince her to leave her snowboarding career to fade to dust while in hiding. Willowcrest was one of the most secure academies in the region, and so he decided to take her there.

It took months to discover the academy, it was more of a secret society organisation and the entrance tests were hard as fuck.

So the Mafia board picked me to go after her since we were in the same age range.

I had snowboarded for hours on end until I could hardly move a joint. I had suffered all kinds of colds from the constant contact with snow and ice. I had been locked up for hours to study econometrics, and I had been starved to death just so I could study her personality, likes, dislikes and many other things on paper.

I even knew her ancestors, for fuck’s sake.

And a few months into the mission, I was already slipping.

So yeah, everything was different about her. I had killed too many victims to count, but for the first time, I was too intrigued by my prey for my liking. Had I forgotten the reason I was here? What the fuck was she doing to me?

“Don’t rush me. I do things at my own pace, so mind your own business.” I was now speaking rapid-fire Russian and the other end was silent for a while.

“Okay. Remember, in order to find your mother, you have to succeed in this mission. If you don’t—well, you know what happens, don’t you?” I clenched my jaw tightly, warning myself to remain cool despite the fury that burned deep inside.

“If I see a call from you before my deadline, I'll kill you myself,” I warned him in a cold tone, despite the fact that he was at least twenty years older than me and far more experienced.

He knew the game in and out; he had been the previous Pakhan’s hitman.

“I raised you well, boy. Don’t disappoint me.” And with that, he cut the call instantly.

Soon after, I found a new message from him. It was a video; a video that I received of my mother once every two months.

If he was feeling generous, it would be five minutes long with two replays available. If not, then it would be a minute and would have no replay at all. They were videos of my mother, always in the same house.

She was trapped in the same place and I internally wondered how many times she got to be outside. It hurt my heart and the urge to save her was stronger than ever before. I had to choose wisely and be very patient. A happiness flooded me when I opened the video, seeing my mother’s beautiful face on the screen.

As usual, she was baking. I doubted she’d be alive if she didn’t bake. It was her safe space, and mine as well. I was glad they didn’t take that away from her. I exhaled to keep my emotions in check, resisting the urge to smash my phone.

I had been the Pakhan’s favourite out of all the men he worked with. He had caught me at a tender age and trained me for the real world well before I had even understood what it meant to be in the real world.

He thought I was highly intellectual and heartless enough to run an empire, and he was right. I had become so much worse over the years, losing my emotions because of the brutal things I experienced at such a young age.

And now, for the first time, I was starting to feel something entirely different from my usual feelings.

It scared me.

I had never been allowed to be around women during the training period. The Pakhan had given those strict instructions because he knew women were a weakness. One of the most effective ways to destroy a man was to eliminate his wife, mother, sister, grandmother, or girlfriend.

I talked to the first girl during a mission. I had been specifically assigned to these missions because the Pakhan had easily noticed my different-coloured eyes and naturally seductive charisma to be a female magnet.

Not to mention that most of the women he worked with were very interested in the whole bad boy persona.

It had been strictly business at the time, but she had been more of a personal experiment to me. I had been new to the game at sixteen, but I unleashed my true self when she got comfortable enough to undress before me.

And fast-forward to five years later, I was much better at the game than when I started.

“Are you ready for dinner?” Kayden broke me out of my thoughts, and to partially adhere to the white dress code, he was wearing a white shirt with his trousers.

I, on the other hand, had proudly worn my black Prada outfit with no remorse whatsoever. And some matte black boots to finish off the look. I knew that I was going to get away with it.

No one had the guts to oppose me. Well, except Kayden, but a silly dress code is not something he would convince me to adhere to.

“Yeah.” I took my sling bag before following him downstairs and out to where an SUV was waiting for us.

Kayden and I were not a fan of sharing or socialising, so it was just the two of us in the car. He seemed to be very occupied with whoever he was texting, and judging by the purple hearts I was seeing from my peripheral, it was a girl.

Kayden never used emojis, and if he was entertaining this emoji fanatic, then she had something he wanted. He was far too emotionally disconnected and busy to do that kind of shit for the fun of it. Let alone texting someone for days on end.

“A crush?” I asked when I noticed that he was now checking some kind of CCTV on his phone, his finger following the movement of a lithe female figure.

“A menace, actually.” His tone was clipped, and I let it slide for the time being, making a mental reminder to investigate about his current obsession.

Kayden never obsessed over anything or anyone for more than a week. Everyone knew that.

“So, Yasmina is glowing,” Kayden mentioned casually, and I knew exactly where this conversation was going.

“And your point is?” I raised my brows nonchalantly.

“You're definitely fucking now.” He hardly had any emotion as he said it.

“If that makes you happy, then yes, we are.” I shrugged carelessly.

“Did your boss look for you?” Kayden asked me in Russian and I nodded with a heavy sigh. He could speak Russian so fluently and spoke the language to exclude unwanted listeners.

“Yeah, asked me why I wasn’t at the headquarters,” I responded and Kayden smirked.

“Well, you're not going anywhere, my friend.” He looked so pleased with himself as he searched for a toothpick in his pocket. After taking it out of its sleeve, he placed it between his lips.

I wasn’t sure what the theory behind his toothpick habit was, but whatever it was, it really kept him in check.

Kayden had a lot of serious issues and unresolved trauma. He was the most violent and impulsive one between us, but I accepted that. That’s what made him Kayden.

We got to the high-end restaurant and got out at the entrance. It was already bustling with influential people and as expected, the paparazzi were being restricted from entering.

We were led up some glossy, black stairs to the top floor of the restaurant. It was far more ritzy up here and I easily spotted the massive table full of Yasmina's socialite friends.

I easily spotted the guy who had made her uncomfortable yesterday at the beach, and a cruel smile tugged at my lips.

He had a black eye and a bruised face, but that was just an introduction. He was not going to have it easy. I'd make sure he lived with the pain for the rest of his life. He’ll be begging for death when I'm done with him.

The goddess herself was sitting next to Yelena, laughing at something she was saying, and I thought she looked immaculate. Stunning.

Absolutely fucking breathtaking.

She was glammed up in a sparkling, white dress that clung to her body like a vice, accentuating her luscious curves and breasts. I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip when I saw the indents of her piercings through the material, and how ample her breasts were.

This was pure torture.

She must have felt me staring because she instantly met my gaze, her Medusa, viper-like eyes narrowing at me. A chill cruised down my spine from the intensity of it, and a normal person would have cowered away upon meeting her gaze.

But fun fact: I was nowhere near normal.

Her stare made me want to bite the fuck out of her.

I winked, purposely leaving my silver eye open. She bit her lip gently before looking away and returning her attention to Yelena.

I followed Kayden to the table and easily sat next to her, my giant figure protruding compared to her tiny, curvy one.

Her glossy hair glimmered under the low lighting and her subtle makeup enhanced her features so much. For some unknown reason, I couldn't stop staring.

I was in utter awe of her flawless beauty.

She didn't even acknowledge my presence, instead, continuing her conversation with her best friend as though I didn't exist. I internally chuckled, but focused on placing my order for dinner.

"Seems you two are serious about your arrangement." Kayden nodded towards Yasmina, who was eating her starter.

"Hmm?"

"She's been eating a lot of pineapple lately." He smirked while taking a sip of his red wine after pouring it from his decanter.

"Interesting observation," I mused, my eyes drifting to her starter that was indeed, filled with pineapple pieces.

"I never thought you'd be the type to stick to one girl." His grey-silver eyes drifted to Yasmina and I scoffed.

"For fuck's sake, we're not together." I rolled my eyes and he simply chuckled.

"If you say so. I'll be back, bathroom break." He got up from his seat and left the table.

I took a sip of my apple juice then analysed the table. A bunch of girls around sixteen were staring at me and giggling, and I suspected they were affiliated with Yelena's little sister.

I turned my gaze away and focused on the stunning girl beside me. I knew she could feel my stare, but refused to meet it, so I decided to capture her attention by force.

My large hand slid down her exposed thigh and she quivered, her breath hitching at the unexpected touch.

My hand moved further up her dress, feeling the expanse of warm, velvety skin, much to my delight. I wanted to drown in her sweet warmth, eat her till she couldn’t utter a word, and play with those pretty, pierced tits that she kept hiding from me.

Everyone was so occupied with the dinner that they didn't notice me leaning down to nuzzle my face in her neck, inhaling her luscious feminine scent.

"Vazalo, go away," she whispered, placing her hand over mine to stop me.

"Hmm, you say that yet you're dripping wet for me, kücük tavsan . What does that say about you?" I murmured, licking her earlobe gently as I took her hand and moved it up instead.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, and I smirked.

"Shh, just keep that pretty mouth shut until I'm done with you, or else everyone at this table will know just how much you want me."

She took my advice as I pushed her silky panties aside to reveal her dripping wet core. I stifled a moan when I smelt her pure femininity, but focused on guiding her fingers into her pussy.

I pushed them deeper into her sweet hole, and I bit my lip when I heard the subtle suction of pulling them out.

Her eyelashes were low, disguising her blatant desire as I increased the pace. Something was incredibly thrilling about tipping her over the edge in the midst of all these people.

My other hand moved her leg to spread her wide open, and I fought the inner beastly urge to get on my knees and devour the life out of her.

I'd get on my knees any day for this girl, even if it meant risking my entire existence.

"Oh my—" she was cut off when I gave her a sip of my whiskey.

"I don't mind getting caught here, I won't hesitate to make it clear to every fucking person that I worship this pussy," I murmured in a low tenor, watching in satisfaction as the goosebumps spread throughout her skin. "But you may not feel the same way. Feeling something for your rival is against your ethics, hmm?"

"I won't admit anything until you strip for me."

She clearly hadn't forgotten about that night, and she wasn't going to let it go. It would take a lot for me to reveal myself to anyone; I just couldn't.

"Be my guest, kücük tavsan ." I shrugged, pushing her fingers deeper until she was gasping and biting her lip harder to suppress her noises.

While I fingered her with her fingers, I took a cigarette from my pocket and placed it between my lips. I held a lighter to the edge, a cloud of smoke surrounding me the moment it glowed.

I purposely ignored the 'no smoking' sign right opposite me on the wall, silently daring the ma?tre’d to do something with just a deadly stare.

He looked away and pretended to be occupied by some rag on the counter, and when he did, I removed the blunt and put it between Yasmina's lips.

She skilfully exhaled the smoke through her nose, and I shouldn't have found that sexy.

"That should keep your mouth shut until I need it open, while you're on your knees, of course," I mused, adding my finger along with hers and curling it so good that the smoke from her blunt blurred our vision for a little while.

No one was going to say anything to her; they'd have to get through me first.

I removed the blunt from her lips then stubbed it against the perfectly ironed tablecloth, knowing very well that the staff would have a stroke the moment they saw the burn.

I withdrew her fingers, including mine, then placed them right into my mouth. She giggled softly, peering up at me through her thick lashes as though I were the only god in her world.

With the way things were going, I would soon be exactly that.