“Are you gonna make it?” inquired Jakobe as they drove through the guarded gate of the compound.
He had longed to talk to his mother before then, but they both had been busy making and taking calls after leaving the club behind. He had to make sure that his businesses were completely secure from attacks, including cyber. He glanced down at his cell when it vibrated. A deep frown creased his forehead when he saw it wasn’t Major responding to his many text messages. The more and more time that passed, he was getting worried. He knew that his mother had gone to great lengths to keep her love affair secret, but if he knew, others could have found out too.
“Don’t be silly. Of course, I’m going to make it. We will make it,” she stressed, shifting in her seat.
Jakobe’s blue eyes settled on his mother. She was always a small, feisty woman, but at that moment, the leather seat seemed to swallow her up. Clicking on his hazard lights to alert the car behind him, he rolled down the window and waved the others to go on ahead before he pulled off to the side of the driveway.
“Hey… Hey, Ma,” he whispered.
His deep voice echoed in the car. He knew she was worried. However, he wasn’t prepared to see the fear that was turning her blue eyes red with unshed tears. He worked his jaw as the memories of the past came flooding back. He saw now that he had made a mistake. He should have never allowed his father to have remained alive. Even if the man had seemed to move along with his life, Jakobe should have known that his father would have come back one day. The man’s ego was too damned big.
“I’m fine. I’ll—”
“Cut the shit, Ma. I’m not a little boy.”
Niamh’s lips formed a tight, thin line as she shook her head violently. Her fingers tore into his arm. “I won’t let this go, Kobe. I want the fucker dead. Even if I die, I’ll kill that fucker for—”
That was all that she could get out before he gathered her into her arms.
“You listen to me,” he spoke in her ear, “I need you to be strong and to be with me in this. No running off and doing shit that can make things worse. Or getting you…” he paused to push her back. He pinned her with his gaze. “I’ll be hopeless trying to raise my baby without you. Say it,” he demanded.
She chewed her bottom lip in defiance. She knew what he wanted to hear. She also knew he wouldn’t put the car in motion until he got it. With a deep eye roll, she huffed, and put her three fingers in the air.
“I promise not to do anything stupid—”
“And no keeping secrets, and you’ll let me handle things. That includes putting out orders behind my back,” he added.
She nodded and repeated all that he said. “Or may the white hair banshees rip out me soul and curse me to walk the Earth.” She sighed. “You know there is no such thing, right?” she pointed out with a smirk.
Jakobe shrugged his shoulders before he put the car back to the black, paved driveway. “Yeah, I know. But I know the meaning behind that oath. I know how that oath kept us back then. That’s why I always know you’ll never break it.”
“I never have, and I never will. Never,” she echoed, passionately. “I just have a problem with sitting still and waiting.”
“There will be plenty for you to get your hands dirty.” He chuckled.
“Oh?” she questioned.
Her perfectly arched eyebrow raised in the air. Her eyes followed the direction of her son’s as he parked the car in the full driveway.
“Shit, Cabhan’s here,” she whined.
“I contacted him. With Uncle Forrester, Brick, and Pike gone, we need to stack our deck,” he explained, getting out.
“Humm, they’ll have a fight of their own, back in Ireland.”
“You think he’ll try to reach them all the way out there?”
“You know your dad. He’s all about wiping out the whole tribe, but I’m not worried. We’ll get this shit done then help them kill up shit over there if need be.”
Jakobe laughed. “Heaven, help your grandchild. That poor baby is going to be fighting everybody.”
“He or she better win too,” she agreed.
Their laughter carried throughout the house only for it to die at the sight that greeted them in the kitchen. The two of them stood rooted in the large archway as the dark-haired man gave them a looked of distress in his brown eyes.
“What’s wrong with her?” he questioned. “All I did was give her a half of my Salome sandwich from the deli, and this happened.” He gestured with a shaking hand in the direction of Nakida.
“Calm down,” said Niamh in a soothing voice. She walked over to the food that was still on the table.
“It’s not poisoned.”
“I know that, but it’s warm,” she pointed out to her husband. She was sure that all the mayo he had globbed on it didn’t help either.
Jakobe steered clear of the chunky puddle on the floor as he made his way to Nakida’s slumped-over body. It rocked as she continued to throw up into the deep kitchen sink.
“I don’t think it’s the food.” He smiled.
“Oh, thank God, I’m not at fault,” muttered Cabhan.
“This one is all on me.” Jakobe chuckled. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
Cabhan’s eyes narrowed while he watched his boy wrap his arms around the woman’s waist to rub her belly. His jaw hung agape when everything clicked. He worked his mouth a few times before words finally came. He closed the space and turned Jakobe around. His grip was firm on Kobe’s arms.
“You gonna make me a granddad?”
At Jakobe’s wicked grin, he ran his fingers through his hair in awe. “You fuckin’ kidding me? Finally!” he shouted. “Well, she can throw up whenever she wants to.” He laughed. Backing up, he stood by Nakida. “I’m so sorry, Hon. I didn’t know. I’ll cook you something.”
“No.” Nakida moaned.
Cabhan was taken aback by the brilliant smile that she had on her beautiful face when she lifted her head from the sink. Despite the discomfort, he could see the joy that shined in the depths of her eyes.
“Give me a while to calm down before I smell food,” she explained.
“Right, right,” he agreed happily.
He glanced over to find his wife laughing at his antics. He didn’t care. He was a blessed man. Not only had he been given a son when he married Niamh, but now he was being blessed to see the birth of his grandchild. Although, from the way that Jakobe was treating and caring for the girl, he was sure that there would be many more kids for him to spoil in the future. Everything that he had thought he would never be able to have after being diagnosed with cancer in his teens was actually happening. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have children; he had been so hopeful after he’d married Niamh. If only he would have…
He looked up at the feel of a hand on his arm to see Jakobe standing next to him. He blinked his eyes rapidly to keep them from shedding the tears that were welling up. He couldn’t have dreamt of a better son than the one he had been given. Not only was he handsome, smart, healthy, and talented, but Jakobe always respected him. He honored him by calling him father, even when they knew it wasn’t true. Jakobe welcomed him into his life, and Kobe allowed him to teach him and heal him with the love that he had always longed to show to his children.
His eyes strayed to his wife, and he felt his heart contract. In the twenty-three years that he had been married to her, he had never stopped loving her. She was his one true, secret love. He had never, in a million years, thought that he would have married such a vibrant woman as her. He remembered the day that she had sat down next to him at a party. He had seen her a few times before, but he had not spoken to her out of respect and fear of not being able to keep his voice from sounding weak. There was something about her. A spark within that seemed to make all of the other women in the room dim. She had a kindness and natural way about her that drew people to her, and he was no different. Sure, he was handsome, filthy rich, and had the world at the balls, but there was fear or lack of confidence that was within him that he dared not show in a den full of backstabbing lions.
However, she saw it. She had sat down next to him, and in no time at all, she’d tapped into the issue at hand. In her nonjudgmental way, she had listened without giving advice. That day, he walked away as a changed man with a clear vision for his future. A future that somehow was going to involve her. Even still, it took everything within him to remain the friend that he was to her. Not once had he overstepped his bounds. Nor did he use the fact that her husband was dicking every female he could as a way to get in. It wasn’t until the day Jakobe had called him on the phone did he seize the chance to make his fantasy a reality.
He knew that she didn’t love him back then. He was also aware that she didn’t love him now, at least not in the way he wanted and hungered for. In her eyes, they were friends. It was a zone that he had never found a way out of, but he was content as long as he had a place in her heart, no matter how small. Over time, the secret hurt that he’d endured whenever she took a lover, no matter how discreet she was out of respect, had lessened. His desire to make love to the woman that he married years ago to protect her had never dimmed.
“Are you happy, Da?”
“Are you fuckin’ daft boy? I’m about to piss my pants!” Cabhan laughed.
“You two can clap each other on the backs later,” snapped Niamh in mock anger. “I never understood why men walk around with their chests out when it’s us women that do all the damned work. Shit, all you guys do is bust a nut, and you think you’re the man,” she said, tossing Jakobe one of the towels, that she’d returned with, to clean up the mess on the floor.
They made short work of the job while Cabhan forced Nakida to eat a few crackers before they journeyed to one of the sitting rooms. Nakida sat next to Jakobe as she listened to the business talk float around the room. She didn’t know any of the people they spoke of, but she knew enough from her own past about how these things worked. Usually, one group would get pissed off with the other. Or there was that one group that wanted to make a play for a bigger piece of the pie that caused the shit to hit the fan. However, this time, according to Jakobe, everyone in his group had been on their best behavior. Therefore, she hung on every word that was being said to find out the source of what was going on. She stiffened at the change of the mood in the room at the mention of a name.
“Faolan? Who’s that?” she stuttered.
Her eyes darted to everyone in the room while everyone looked at Jakobe.
“That’s my real father.”
She refused to give in to the desire to glance at Cabhan across the room, which is what she wanted to do.
I know I wasn’t crazy in thinking that that wasn’t his dad, the voice in her head shouted.
“Your own dad is trying to kill you,” she stated in shock.
Kobe tapped his leg. “There is no love between the two of us. I considered killing him, a few years back, myself.”
“You should have, but I told you not to which I’m sorry for,” admitted Niamh. “But you paid him back in another way.”
Due to the glare that Jakobe gave his mother, Nakida had to ask.
“And what way was that?”
The silence stretched out before he replied.
“I went to a party he was throwing. I made sure he saw me. Then I struck up a conversation with his fiancé before I took her to the bathroom and fucked her.”
Nakida sat expressionless while she examined the man next to her openly. Suddenly, she tossed back her head in laughter. This time, it was Kobe that looked at her as if she was crazy. He didn’t know what he had expected, but it surely wasn’t the loud merriment that was coming from her.
Calming herself to the point that she could speak, she said, “Wow. Well, no, there’s no love there. So, this is personal, obviously.”
“You can say that, but I was excepting it.” He shrugged.
“Ok, now what does that mean,” inquired Niamh.
“I’ve always kept an eye on that man. I never trusted him; not after all the shit that he’s done. Colm just confirmed what I already knew what was being said on the street and behind closed doors,” he responded.
“So, you knew about them coming to shoot up your house?” spat Nakida.
“I didn’t say that. What I said was that I knew the asshole was reminiscing and talking about old shit. It was only a matter of time before he started something,” he stressed.
“Alright, now. I’m sorry if I sound stupid, but why don’t you all send out your posse and do something?”
Jakobe held up his hand to keep his mother from speaking. There was only so much he wanted Nakida to know about what was going on.
“It’s not that easy due to his status. He’s a powerful man with many friends, but like I said—I was ready for this, so there is something in place. Now, it’s going to take a little time for all of those things to get into place. I have to get approval to ensure there isn’t a blow back. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and killing my father isn’t going to happen overnight,” he explained.
She sat back on the couch and half listened to the rest of the conversation. She didn’t know who the man was, but she could tell that his father was elbow deep in politics and businesses, both legal and illegal, in the States and abroad. The more she listened, the more the cold fingers of fear began to take hold. There was no way she was going to lose her life, Jakobe, or her baby, over some dumb fuck with a personal grudge. She didn’t give a damn what had happened in the past that caused it; if the man had already tried to kill his own son, the man needed to be erased.
Jakobe isn’t the only one that can get shit done, the voice in her mind suggested.
Jakobe cut his eyes in her direction as he listened to his mother going on about something. He knew that Nakida had been lost in deep thought to the point that she didn’t realize that he was watching her. He saw the gleam in her eyes and the cold smirk that formed on her full lips. It was a look that he had only seen once before. It was the look that she had on her face when he had handed her his gun, and they were strapping up to face down the gunmen in his home. He felt a surge of excitement because he had recognized the look as one of his own. It was the look of a cold-blooded killer.
“You look tired,” he spoke suddenly, cutting into his mother’s words while breaking into Nakida’s thoughts.
Blinking, she turned to find that he had been watching her. A bright smile spread on her lips.
“I’m not tired,” she promised.
He gave her hand a hard squeeze. “You’re tired,” he mumbled low.
The tenor of his voice sent waves throughout her body. She shifted in her seat. The fact that his blue eyes were trained on her lips told her that sleep wasn’t what he wanted. She licked her lips in a slow, teasing manner. The force of lust that darkened his gaze as he followed her actions caused a shiver down her spine.
Without breaking his eyes contact, he said, “We’ve talked enough. I’m taking Nakida upstairs so I can put her to bed.”
He ignored the comment of bullshit that came from his mother while he pulled Nakida to her feet. He tossed back his head in laughter when she made a loud yawn and rubbed her eyes like a sleepy child. He led her through the house and through the open archway, to their private quarters.
“What was that? A Jedi mind trick?” She smirked.
“No,” he whispered, snaking his arms around her waist. He pushed her against the wall. “That was my way of letting everyone know I wanted to get you to the room so I can get this gushy all over my cock,” he breathed out as his large hand cupped her cunt.
He watched as the teasing light in the depths of her brown eyes changed to burning lust. She grabbed his wrist, pulling him deeper between her legs as she opened them. His eyes narrowed when she began to apply pressure to the back of his hand and rotate her hips. Kobe stepped back, jerked her from the wall, pushed her down the hall, and smacked her ass to speed her on.
“Get your ass in the room,” he demanded.
The vision of him already reaching over his head to remove his shirt drew a moan from her lips.
“Then again,” he said, slowing his pace. “Pick a room. I don’t care. This one,” he suggested, pushing her through the doorway.
She stumbled into the room and turned around to face him. Kobe kicked the door closed.
“Strip,” he commanded,
Like magic, his jeans fell away, while he was in mid-step, as he closed the distance between them. Her eyes widened. This man was as fine as sin, and he had the size and the skill to back it up. He was the total package. At times, it was too much to take. She took the hem of her shirt to remove it.
“Too slow,” he grumbled, slapping her hands down.
He towered over her. “You don’t seem to understand how much I need to get inside of you.”
In a blink of an eye, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to shove her forward onto the couch. With a tug, he pulled down her cloth, stretch pants.
“Spread those thick thighs for Daddy.”
Not bothering with her thong, he shoved it to the side. He didn’t have to test her. He knew she was wet, hot, and ready for him. It dripped like sizzling butter around his dick when he thrust forward. Her husky moan echoed throughout the room.
“My God, woman. I’ll fuckin’ go crazy if I can’t get this pussy.” He groaned.
He took his time in rotating his hips to reach a few inches deeper. He leaned back to gaze down at his glistening dick that was coated with her juice when he pulled mid-way out before he went back home.
“Hold on, sexy.”
Nakida held onto the back of the couch. She couldn’t wait for the hard ride she knew he was going to give her. She bit down on her lip. She knew he meant business. She didn’t know how serious he was. Kobe balanced his weight and got to work.
“Shit!” she screamed.
She let go as she brought one hand up to her bottom lip. The sight of blood on the tips of her finger excited her.
Jakobe’s fingers pressed into her hips while the other hand gripped onto her right shoulder, and he held on tight. He leaned into each forward stroke as he rammed her over and over again. Nakida tossed back her head as his words and phrases took her higher. He lost count of the many times he felt her pussy shake then release an extra coating of fluid on his cock. With a smirk, he sucked on his thumb as he slowed.
“Where you going?”
“Kobe, don’t do that.”
He chuckled as he leaned forward. “You can’t pretend while I’m balls-deep. I can feel your pussy jumping,” he whispered in her ear. “You want me in both holes.”
Her asshole tightened at the feel of his thumb knocking on its door.
“Ah, shit! Don’t tighten up your pussy.” He groaned as he inserted his thumb into her ass. “One more thing.”
Kobe had said he was going to put her to bed, and that was what he was aiming to do. Gently, he maneuvered her. No longer was she leaning forward on the couch. Now, she was face down, ass up with her right leg outstretched up to dangle over the back of the couch, and Kobe was behind her. With her leg up and cunt exposed, he knew he was going to be able to hit every spot with his dick.
“No, no, no!” shouted Nakida after the first thrust felt as if he was in her chest.
Jakobe forced her leg back up on the back of the couch.
“Don’t move!” he said with a growl.
“Oh, God! Kobe! Kobe, please!”
“You can take it, sexy. I can feel you getting wet. Lord, so fucking good.”
“You’re splitting my fuckin’ ass!”
“Fine,” he relented.
Lowering her leg and removing his thumb, he switched his tactics. He reached down and held fast onto her arms as he pulled her up and back. His strong hips delivered thrust after perfectly deep thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding was almost deafening. Quickly, he shifted slightly to tap that spot that he knew would make her lose all sense of her surroundings. He listened to the deep groan of satisfaction that erupted from her mouth before she began to moan and speak her dirty mind. His eyes rolled back as what she had said brought out the animal in him. Dropping her arms, he gripped her hips. Spit flew from his mouth as his powerful hips rammed his dick into her with such force that he saw floating orbs of bright, golden lights. His hand held on to the back of the couch when his head became dizzy from the energy he had spent. Even still, his body had a mind of its own. His hips rotated slowly while Nakida’s orgasm bathed him in a shower of her nectar.
Nakida tossed back her head when he started again. It never failed to amaze her. Every time when he got her from behind, she was always able to cum back to back. This time, he joined her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed.
“God, I love it when you cum in me.” She moaned.
“Why?” he questioned, falling forward onto her back as he nestled her neck.
“I don’t know. I just like feeling your dick jerk deep inside of me. And the feel of your hot cum when it leaks down my leg—”
“Nakida.” He groaned. “Don’t make me do something stupid,” he warned, pulling out of her.
Beyond his control, his eyes immediately went to her pink slit, and he witnessed his cum gushing from her body. “I swear, I got to learn how to pace myself with you,” he grumbled, pulling her into his arms.
She laughed as he got to his feet to begin carrying her out of the room and towards his bed.
“Again?” she questioned with one perfectly arched eyebrow raised.
The frowned expression he gave her as if she was insane brought a loud laugh out of her.
“Shit, I was talking about you being tired. I need a damn nap.” He chuckled, tossing her into the middle of the bed.
Jakobe slid under the covers, set the clock alarm to go off in two hours, and turned to gather Nakida in his arms.
“I saw you, by the way,” he added as an afterthought.
“I know you saw me. You were just—”
“Not that.” He smirked. “I saw those gears turning when we were downstairs. It was the same goofy look my ma has before she runs off to do something. Now, I hope I have her under control, but you… For some reason, I’m worried about.”
He lifted his head up to gaze down at her. Nakida continued to stare forward, not turning her head back to meet his gaze. Jakobe narrowed his eyes. “Should I be worried?” he pressed, shaking her.
“No,” she snapped, finally turning to face him. “You claim to have it all under control so…” she let her words trail off with a deep eye roll before she straightened her head.
“Hum,” was his only response.
Just like, Ma.