Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 42 Sas

Chapter Forty-Two

Sas

Adelina crossed to the three of us, her small hands touching each of our forearms in turn. As she met our gazes, she communicated a silent message to each of us: “Come with me.”

We followed her to the elevator, silence tailing us. To get out of this level, she had to swipe the Don’s key card—hers now.

Donna Parisi.

My chest expanded with pride for my woman. My ol’ lady. Property of Sasquatch, but I’d fucking wear a “Property of Donna” patch too. She was my Mafia princess, turned Mafia queenpin. Rafe’s and Graff’s too.

Our fucking queen, and she deserved a goddamn crown.

Not to be dangling from a meat hook. The instant I’d snapped her father’s neck brought me pride. I’d protected Adelina and the people she cared about. . . Rafe, Graff, and Caterina.

The ride up to the forty-fifth floor started dead quiet. All four of us stared as the numbers ticked by.

Somewhere in the twenties, Graff asked, “Think we should check on Wilde?”

Adelina turned to him, backing him up against the wall. Not angry, but holding him, seemingly comforting him and herself. “I need this first. And I need all three of you with me.”

Graff cupped her cheek, their eyes dancing together, and he nodded.

Adelina reached up on her toes and kissed him gently. “Seeing Bou”—her voice broke—“cut deep. I’m terrified for her. But if we’re going to be of any use to them, I think we all need a few hours.”

The elevator opened, and she led the way.

I moved behind the others, staring at my hands, still stained with blood. No matter how many times I wiped them on my jeans, the red wouldn’t fade. Dried brown crust collected around my nails.

The suite sprawled out before us, opulent, dark—like Massimo’s soul. It had been his domain. His throne. And now... now it was Adelina’s. Ours, too, because we belonged to her.

This time in this space was different. Less about regret and more about shifting power. About putting my wife on top of an empire.

Massimo’s empire, now hers.

I glanced down again. The blood reminded me of what had been necessary, but I didn’t want to touch her with bloody hands.

Without that battle, though, I wasn’t sure any of us would be here now. Some of the shit ended with the Don’s death, but not all. At least she had the right people in place—skilled people, loyal ones—and she wouldn’t be dealing with traitors like Ghost.

“Sas.” Adelina’s voice sliced into me.

I looked up to meet her stare.

She nodded toward the washroom. “Go wash up.”

Instead of obeying, I marched over to her, wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her small, curvy body against mine. She gasped, but I brought my lips down on hers, feeling the ferocity of a beast within. The monster who needed to make life after taking more than one.

When I set her down, she wiped her smiling lips.

“I’ll go,” I said, “but we’re picking up where we left off in the limo, read me?”

Her cheeks turned pink, but she nodded.

“Boys.” I inclined my chin to Rafe and Graff as I passed.

I had had plans for wifey when I got out of jail, and now in this office too. And it looked like we’d be doing the foursome thing.

That suited me because I really fucking liked being the ringleader.

I entered the washroom.

The second the door clicked shut behind me, I turned on the sink. Water rushed out, cold and clear. I stared at my reflection as I held my hands under the stream, the blood swirling down the drain.

This wasn’t the first time I’d taken a life, and it wouldn’t be the last. But this time, I’d done it for something bigger. Something that would protect the MC and the Parisi empire. How they would fit together remained to be seen.

I was a killer, true, but I was also more than that. A brother, an ol’ man, and now, the husband of the woman who held the keys to a Mafia kingdom.

We didn’t need to take over anything in New York to have power.

After scrubbing at the blood for a solid five minutes, I decided there was no point. It had seeped into the cracks of my skin and refused to let go.

Water only washed away so much.

I finally walked out, my hands clean but my clothes still crusted with blood.

I skidded to a stop.

Rafe, Graff, and Adelina stood around Massimo’s desk. The same desk I’d seen when Massimo served us brandy after the rehearsal dinner. The thing was a monstrous piece of dark wood that screamed power and control.

A centerpiece in a hateful place where the fucker plotted against everyone. His daughters included.

Papers and desk items were strewn around the floor, as though someone had swept it clean in one fell swoop. At the center of the dark surface sat a dusty old bottle of Scotch.

Expensive.

The shit only people like Massimo or Ivo Parisi could afford.

Adelina set four cut crystal low ball glasses out around it.

“What’s this?” Rafe muttered.

Graff’s eyes widened after he read the label. He whistled. “That’s worth... shit, probably more money than I’ve ever seen in one place.”

Adelina took a long, deep breath. “Tommaso Gambino gave it to my father years ago. Worth a fortune. Pa—no, Massimo used to brag about it. Said it would pay for the most expensive property in LA or New York City and build a ten-million-dollar mansion on top.”

I raised an eyebrow. The dusty bottle looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. To street rats like me, it was nothing but a bottle of booze, something that, once upon a time, I could’ve sold to feed my mom and Jake.

Swallowing, I tucked that memory away. The man responsible met his maker, and I needed to put it to rest.

The Scotch, however, clearly meant more in Massimo’s world. A symbol of the empire we were taking over.

It didn’t look like a great legacy. Just another thing.

Rafe uncorked it, the smell filling the room—rich, heavy, and a little suffocating. He poured the Scotch into four glasses, and Graff picked one up, cradling it.

No one said a damn thing, but it was there, hanging between us. The tension. The unspoken words.

Adelina raised the glass, her eyes scanning the room, taking in everything. “To new beginnings. To what’s ours now, and to fucking over those who dare stand in our way.”

Rafe and Graff exchanged a glance, then lifted their glasses. I followed suit, raising mine. The clink of crystal echoed through the room as the glasses met in the middle.

We drank to the legacy we were breaking apart, piece by piece. The burn of the Scotch hit the back of my throat, rich and heavy, but it wasn’t the drink that lingered. It was the moment.

I finished it and sighed, then said, “To finally being free of the bullshit.”

Adelina’s eyes glinted with something dangerous as she twirled the glass, and without another word, she let it slip from her fingers. The crystal shattered against the marble floor, the sound as sharp as the scattering shards.

I didn’t hesitate. I threw my glass down next, watching it break into a thousand pieces, scattering across the gray-veined floor.

The fine crystal, like Massimo’s wealth and power, lay broken at our feet. Smashed by the marble he’d spent a fortune on.

Graff and Rafe did the same. Adelina reached for the dusty bottle, smirked, and threw it down too. Glass and amber liquid flooded the floor. And after a beat, we all laughed until our sides hurt.

I stared at wifey as the laughter died, then set my jaw. “It’s time.”

Adelina’s doe eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Strip,” I ordered her. “We’re picking up where we left off in the limo.”

This time, she didn’t give me any lip. She held my gaze as she pulled her jacket off, to reveal that pink lace bra. She hadn’t had a chance to replace the undershirt, and she stood there with the darker skin peeking through the lace holes, darker still around her nipples.

“Pants too,” I ordered.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Go on, we’re waiting.” I dragged over the huge leather chair someone had kicked out of the way.

Once her pants were nothing but a puddle on the floor, I lifted her onto the desk by her waist, then sat down. Adelina planted one foot on each arm. Giving me the perfect view.

Her pink lacy thong disappeared between her lower lips and ass cheeks. She took her middle finger, manicured and all, stuck it in her mouth, and then worked it down her body and into her panties, her eyes on me the whole time.

I broke eye contact, though, because I wanted to watch how she played with herself, gave herself pleasure.

When the finger dipped behind the lace and between her lower lips, across that certainly sensitive nub, she tossed her head back and groaned.

I inhaled deeply, smelling her ripe sex, ready for the taking, and my cock twitched.

Rafe and Graff both stood to either side, neither objecting and both watching with keen eyes. In my peripheral vision, their dicks were growing in their pants. Mine, too, was already pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

Fuck, I needed this girl.

But more than that, I needed to reaffirm that we were all alive. That this wasn’t a dream. We were here together and in this together. Four of us as one.

For. Fucking. Life.

As Adelina writhed on her own fingers, I reached up and grabbed the waistband of the lacy panties. I’d destroyed her panties before. And I thought I would have to invest in cases upon cases of them, because I loved ripping them from her body.

When I tore these away, she squealed my road name, and God if it wasn’t the fucking hottest sound I’d ever heard, music to my ears.

“Are you wet, wifey?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“For me?”

“Oh my God, Sas, yes.”

“And Graff?”

She glanced at him and bit her lower lip before answering, “Yes,” as she kept working her clit.

“What about Rafe?”

She balanced in a half lean backward, her middle finger still working her pussy, but she reached out and took his hand. In a softer voice, she answered, “Yes.”

“I’ve got plans for them, little queen.”

She laughed. “Are your names for me endless?”

“Always.” I grinned.

Her mouth formed an O.

“Are you close?”

“I am.”

“Hold it back. I want that cum of yours all over my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

I froze. “What?”

Adelina snickered, and I lifted her leg, swatting her on the ass.

“I’m no sir. That’s too rich bitch for my blood. You can call me master, ass, your fucking highness, but I’m no sir.”

“Alright, mmm, your fucking highness.” She tried to smirk, but the sensations she was driving in her own body didn’t let go of her features.

I stood and undid my pants, taking my dick in my palm and stroking as I zeroed in on her finger. “I get you first, but then we’re all taking you. Do you want that, wifey?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Such a pretty little whore laid out for us on this desk.”

“Yours. Always. Sas, please.”

Lifting her legs, I rested her feet on my shoulders and moved my cock toward her cunt.

She removed her fingers, but I swatted her ass again. “Keep fingering that clit, little slut.”

Adelina obeyed. She might be at the top of the food chain in the Mafia, but I fucking owned her right now. Without warning, I drove my hips forward, splitting her.

My perfect little whore screamed and moaned and panted. Her sheath massaged my cock to a point I would come if I relaxed a little. Again, when the fuck had I become so goddamn easy?

I got myself under control, latched on to her upper thighs, and started pounding into her without mercy. She collapsed back on the desk, bra still in place.

“Graff,” I barked.

“Yeah, man?”

“Do something to free her perfect tits!”

He opened a drawer and pulled out a letter opener, then sliced through the front.

Adelina’s tits spilled out and bounced as I rode her hard. Vaguely, I heard the clink of that heavy ring on the floor.

Sensations started to build in my spine, my balls drawing up. I was ready to come, but I still wanted more.

“Graff, Rafe, take out your dicks.”

Adelina whimpered, her head thrashing back and forth as I kept using her body, bending her to my will, sliding her curvy little form across the dark wooden desk.

When my brothers had their cocks free, I ordered, “One in each of her hands.”

They obliged.

I was getting too close, so I slowed.

Adelina huffed and whined, “No. More. I need?—”

“Hold on, wifey. Get your men closer first.”

She wrapped her hands around them and stroked them both as I picked up speed again.

“Suck her nipples,” I said, not able to get more out anymore.

Her pussy felt like heaven, and this high in the sky, I thought we might almost touch it. This orgasm that was building in me would surely rocket me straight there.

When they leaned over and suckled her, the sight alone had me thrusting harder, more erratically.

As my balls drew up, I said, “Bite them. Now.”

And I exploded inside her as she gasped. My cock kicked and sputtered, twitching like a live beast, emptying itself into my gorgeous wife.

Then, she called out “Sas!” and her body locked up. “Rafe,” she whispered, then, “Graff. Oh my fucking God. This is...”

Her head tipped back, stretching the column of her neck. Her back arched, pressing those beauties into Rafe’s and Graff’s mouths. And her pussy worked my cock.

The whole time, she never stopped stroking my boys.

A groan fell from my lips as my orgasm rolled on and on.

Graff and Rafe both let go of her nipples, and like they were in lock step, they both moaned and hissed and fucked her hands. Then, they were coming too. Thick ropes of cum spurted gloriously like the fucking Fountains of Bellagio.

All over the dark desk. All over her.

Adelina let go of them and smeared the cum over her torso, like the beautiful little cum slut she was.

I fell forward, palms on either side of her and her legs still on my shoulders. “Good, wifey?”

“Yes!” She mewled. “For you, too?”

I chuckled. “Best fucking wedding night ever .”

And it was—a marriage of all four of us.

But it was far from over.

When everyone came down and my cock started to stir again, I glanced over at Rafe. “Let’s get you on your back on this desk. Pretty sure we can make a bigger mess before we burn it to the ground.”