Deathless & Divided (The Chicago War #1) (25 page)

Lily shifted her hips, meeting each thrust of his hand with a quiet, airless cry that heated him up from the inside out. Her arousal coated his fingers and he felt her inner walls beginning to flex and flutter around his digits.

“Tell me how close you are,” Damian demanded.

Lily’s eyes, hooded and dazed, met his. “So close.”

The spot he’d found inside her pussy the first time they fucked, the one that seemed to drive her wild, had her gushing around his digits. Damian spread his fingers wide, needing her to feel full of him and only him.

“How badly do you want to come, Lily?”

Her legs shook as she whined. “So bad. More, please.”

Damian flashed his teeth in a smirk. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Using his thumb to play at her clit while his fingers kept up the tempo inside her pussy. It wasn’t long before her head tilted back and her lips parted with one loud shout that was sure to wake up someone on the street if they weren’t already.

As her inner muscles contracted around his fingers and the warmth of her come dribbled down to the hood of the Maserati, Damian leaned in and kissed Lily softly. He explored her hot little candy mouth with his tongue and teeth while she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Nothing was sexier than the sight of her coming undone because of what he did to her.

“So good,” she breathed as he caught her chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Lily.”

She batted his hand out from between her legs. “Sensitive.”

Damian chuckled. “I bet.”

He waved his wet fingers for her to see.

“What—”

He sucked them clean before she could say another word.

“You’re wicked,” Lily said, using her elbows to hold her up on the hood.

“Very. You’re too good to waste, though.”

Damian dotted kisses across Lily’s forehead. She shivered, humming a pleased sound under her breath. The slightest sheen of perspiration dotted her skin and her eyes were wild and dark with lust. He loved the sight of her on that hood with her legs spread around him, her panties soaked by her own juices, and looking at him like she was ready for another round.

“That seemed to work,” Lily said, her voice a little dry.

“Hmm, what?” Damian went about fixing her skirt and panties before placing his hands on either side of her hips. “What worked, Lily?”

She grinned a sexy, slow smile. “You made me stop crying.”

He did.

“And now I feel better,” Damian mused with a chuckle.

“You’re awful.”

“As I told you before, you will grow to like it.”

Lily eyed him curiously. “Maybe I already do. Can I tell you something?”

“Shoot,” Damian said.

“I think I missed you this week.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Lily said heavily. “And besides following me around, I’d like to know where else you were.”

Damian couldn’t have missed the hidden meaning in her words if he tried. “Jealousy looks terrible on you, especially considering the fact I’m here doing this with you and not somewhere else doing God knows who.”

“Since you just gave me an orgasm on the hood of a Maserati after being MIA for almost a week, maybe you owe me an honest answer.”

“Ask a better question,” Damian said instead.

Lily’s gaze narrowed. “Any women?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Who was the last woman you fucked around with?”

“A couple of months ago with someone I met at Tommas’ club. I took her to the back office, screwed her on my cousin’s desk, and never got her name. I’m not the relationship type, sorry.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t lie, Lily. Stop making me repeat myself.”

“You are lying. You’re doing okay right now.”

Damian cleared his throat, stunned. She was right. “Maybe it’s different with you.”

“Why is that?”

God, she could be frustrating and stubborn as fuck when she wanted to be. Damian almost hated how he liked that part of her. Except he couldn’t hate it at all.

“Better question, Lily.”

“You’re impossible.”

Damian laughed low. “I know.”

“Don’t fuck with my head, okay?”

“That’s not in my plans, sweetheart.”

“Sometimes I wonder,” she said.

“You shouldn’t. Don’t. I care. You’re important to me. Nothing else matters in the end but that.”

“What do you owe my brother?” Lily asked.

Damian froze. “I beg your pardon?”

“I remember what you told me. You’re doing the marriage thing because you had to but, at the same time, some of your family doesn’t approve. I have nothing to give you, as my inheritance isn’t enough to make you a massively wealthy man, not that you’ll be able to touch a dime of it. You’ve already said you didn’t buy me from my brother, so he’s not giving you anything, either. Which leads me to believe you owe him something. What is it?”

Shit.

“You are far too observant,” Damian said.

“So you do owe him something?”

“I do.”

“What is it, Damian?”

“My life.”

Lily stared at him for longer than he liked before she said, “A life for a life.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re giving yours to me.”

“Yes,” Damian said again, his throat growing tighter.

“What else did my brother demand?”

“That I give you everything you need.”

Which was far more than she could possibly know.

Lily didn’t bat a lash when she replied, “You’re succeeding.”

Damian rolled down his window as Lily stepped out of the Maserati and closed the driver’s door.

“Lock that fucking thing,” he said.

Lily rolled her eyes but hit the locking button on the auto-start like he told her to. “Nobody would be stupid enough to steal a vehicle from a DeLuca’s driveway, Damian.”

“You never know. Come here.”

Lily walked over to his car and leaned in the window. Damian hooked a finger around one of her wavy strands of hair and pulled her close enough to press a kiss to her pretty mouth. She smiled as she pulled away.

“You’re not coming in?” Lily asked.

“Work,” Damian said in explanation. “You’re here, so I know you’re okay.”

“You know, I could just text you when I’m going to and from somewhere.”

Damian liked that idea. “Yeah, especially if you’re going to pull another stunt like today.”

“Wasn’t a stunt, Damian.”

“I don’t want to take chances; that’s all. It makes me nervous.”

Lily nodded and pulled out her phone, looking it over. “All right. Tomorrow night I have to go see Abriella for a fitting. Where are you going to be?”

Damian grinned. “Wherever you are.”

“Maybe I’d like to see you when you’re there.”

“I told you, I work better when you don’t.”

“Hmm, Ghost, right?”

“Right,” he said. “How about I pick you up for breakfast and we do something in the afternoon before you have to head over to the Trentini place. Maybe I’ll see if the boss wants to chat while you’re there and it’ll give me something to do instead of just be bored while I wait.”

“Sounds good.”

“Tomorrow, Lily.”

With a two finger wave and a coy wink, Lily left Damian alone to his thoughts. He waited until she had the front door to Dino’s home opened and shut again before he turned his car on. Damian didn’t even get the chance to put the Porsche in reverse before the front door opened again.

Dino walked down the steps and across the large driveway.

“Evening,” Dino greeted.

“Hey.”

“Kissing my sister in my driveway is not a good way to keep me liking you, D.”

Damian smirked. “She’s not a little girl anymore, Dino.”

Dino scowled. “I’m aware.”

“And I’m keeping up my end of the deal here.”

“As long as she’s happy.”

“She is,” Damian said. “I didn’t expect it to be this easy.”

“Give her time. Her stubbornness never fails to amaze me when it shows.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

Dino crossed his arms, facing the driver’s window. “Oh?”

“She’s easy to care about, Dino. She makes me want to keep her happy and all that crazy nonsense. I know that’s what you wanted to begin with, and I planned on doing that to the best of my ability because I owe it to you, but it has nothing to do with you anymore.”

“I am not going to pretend like that bothers me,” Dino said.

“Right,” Damian muttered with a sneer. “Thanks.”

“Why should it bother me, D? For me, this is a good thing. For her, it’s still a damn good thing. I don’t see what you’ve got to complain about, either.”

“It’s a dangerous thing, Dino. I’ve lived the majority of my life with no ties and no one to concern myself over but me. This is … different.”

“Just keep doing what you’re already doing, D. I’m just setting her up so she has what she needs once I can’t give it to her anymore. You were a good choice. You cared about her when you were a kid and I figured that would bleed over again. So I was right, big deal. What is the problem?”

“I thought I would have to fake it.”

“And you’re not. Congrats, I thought of you, too. You two are a good match, D.”

“She told me earlier not to fuck with her head,” Damian said quietly.

“Sounds like Lily.”

“She doesn’t even realize she’s already fucking with mine.”

Dino laughed. “Well, as long as she’s still alive by the end of this whole thing, I don’t care what it takes. Even if that means the things she’s got going on inside your head keeps you focused.”

“Whatever it takes, right?”

“Right,” Dino echoed. “Speaking of which, hear anything interesting?”

“By the sounds of Lily’s spiel about Eve, Riley Conti is two steps away from going after the Lazarri family.”

“Huh.” Dino sucked air though his teeth, glancing back at the house. “I don’t think anyone needs to push him along in that, really. He’s already on the verge of a nervous breakdown as it is. Might as well let that dog lie until it wakes up all on its own. The Rossi family hasn’t taken a side yet, however. They’re still pretty neutral.”

“Terrance is already pissed off at Laurent as it is over Serena.”

Dino nodded his agreement. “The divide is widening. It won’t take much for it to get wider.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

“H
oly shit,” Theo hissed, grabbing the remote from Dino. He hit the volume button several times to turn it up louder. “Look at that car, Dino.”

Dino stayed quiet on the couch, not even turning to respond to his brother as he said, “I see it.”

“License plate was removed.”

“Doesn’t matter. We know who that car belongs to, Theo.”

“Serena Rossi,” Theo replied. “Looks like her car, doesn’t it?”

Yes
, Lily held back from saying.

She recognized the black Mercedes, too.

“Sure does,” Dino said. “Ben called. He’ll be over later.”

“Is he having a fit?”

“Major one. So is Terrance. Riley is threatening retaliation for this, too.”

“Christ,” Theo muttered. “This is bad.”

“It could get a hell of a lot worse, yet.”

On the screen, the news broadcast replayed what grainy footage of the drive-by shooting that they had. It wasn’t much. The black car could be seen taking a left turn before the window rolled down far enough for something to be stuck out the window. Something round, long, and black.

Lily didn’t need to wonder what the item was for long because rapid assault fire blew from the window. It lit up the blackness of the car but never showed the person inside hidden by the dark tint of the window.

Once again, the video clip ended and a live shot came back on the screen. The front of the bar had taken a massive spray of bullets. The windows had been shot out and glass sparkled over the black asphalt. No one had been inside as the business was being revamped for opening the following week.

“Officials have hinted at this being related to the infamous Chicago Mob,” the female reporter said. “But they have yet to give real confirmation. This bar, in particular, is owned by a high ranking member in the Chicago Mob. The Conti family has had a long running relation to the Outfit and organized crime in Chicago. Riley Corrado Conti was acquitted just months ago on several rounds of racketeering charges. This shooting is only one incident in several that have happened over the last few weeks. All have some relation to the mob or the people involved can be linked back to the Outfit.”