Locked Hearts

Chapter Twenty Eight

A/N: Raelynn will now be referred to as Valerius, but I'll keep the Rae there to avoid confusion. Enjoy;)

-

VALERIUS POV {Rae}

"How did he find out?" Marcus, Danny's father asked.

"I don't know and I don't really care. All I care about is how we end him." I responded, anger burning under my skin.

Marcus, my father's best friend and the man who made me who I was. We left Italy shortly after I was born so I didn't know them then. After my father died and Marcus found out, he came at once. He was the leader of his own gang but they weren't even close to what Milano was. They were about protecting the defenseless. So after countless begging, and against the wishes of my mother, he trained me. Made me tougher, stronger and capable of things I wasn't before. I didn't have a problem with that, I wasn't my father's little girl after that night. That Val was gone, her innocence and everything she thought about the world, stolen from her. Raelynn Clarke was created to take down Milano and that's exactly what I planned to do.

"Infiltrating his gang and gathering information is obviously out the window." Danny stated the obvious.

Marcus and his men were the ones killing off Milano's men. He had fled years ago and it was attempt to bring him back. The cops were gaining on him and like the coward he was and always will be, he ran. Since I turned twenty one, the club had been a cover up, and I had needed time to be prepared. It took longer than I thought to be trained both physically and mentally. Learning all the ins and outs of how the mafia worked, their methods and techniques. Sometimes I still didn't believe I could do it but doubt had to home in me.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Val, you've never taken a life before." Marcus spoke.

"Look what he did to my parents on camera and that still didn't get him locked up. Hundreds of witnesses and yet nothing! What makes you think anything else would work?" I looked him in the eyes.

"You never had any intention of putting him in prison, did you?" Danny took a step closer.

"No. He doesn't know my mother is still alive but she shouldn't have to spend the rest of her days looking over her shoulder. My brother deserves a better life, my mother deserves a better life. He knows about Grace and Lena, I am not risking their lives too. Who's to say that even after we put him away, he doesn't have someone else kill them." I gritted out angrily. "He dies by my hands."

●●●

"What are you doing?" She asked from her place on my bed.

"Looking for something."

I continued going through the papers. Every one of his movement, the names of his men and his connections were in here. Every cop, lawyer or whoever he had under his thumb, I had their names. I just needed an opening to get to him.

"Looking for what?" I felt her hot breath on my neck, then her arms wrapped around my neck from behind.

I could feel her bare breasts on my naked back. Arousal burning at the pit of my stomach in an instant. "You're distracting me, tesoro." I mumbled.

"How? I'm just sitting here." Her fingers trailed lazily over my skin, outlining my tattoos.

"You know how." I huffed, focusing on the task at hand.

She continued admiring the artwork on my body, then I felt her press a tender kiss at the base of my neck. I ignored the shivers it caused and kept my eyes on the papers. Then her soft kisses trailed across my shoulders, her small hands rubbing up and down my sides. I clenched my jaw, already feeling another wave of wetness gathering between my legs. I lost my control when her tongue darted over my skin and her finger reached for my pussy. She teased the aching bud slowly, enough to make me tremble but not enough to cum. She reached lower, playing with my entrance, slipping in then taking her hand away completely.

"I should let you be." She detached herself from me.

Pushing the papers away, I turned and pinned her to the bed. "You don't play fair, mia piccola rossa."

"What are you gonna do about it?" She teased.

"I haven't used my strap on you in a while." I smirked. "You deserve some good fucking." I got up and went to retrieve the toy. When I came back she was already in position, on her knees, ass in the air. "Good girl." I slapped her ass then placed another spank between her legs.

She bucked forward with a whiny moan. "Stop playing around and fuck me."

I took the tip and moved it through her slit, letting it coat in her wetness. "You're not as innocent as you look, Grace." I slammed into her.

"Mhmmm."

I gripped her hips and pounded. Giving her a thorough and hard fucking, occasionally landing a spank to her ass.

"Fuck me harder."

My hands gripped her hair, pulling her body to mine. I wrapped my palm around her throat, the other holding her to me. "How much harder do you need it, you insatiable woman. I'm already destroying your tight little cunt." I husked in her ear.

Her hand bent behind her to hold onto my neck, her nails digging into my skin there. "More." She moaned out.

My pace never let up, only intensifying the more she begged and moaned. I felt her body losing its strength so I pulled out then picked her up after turning her around. Her legs wrapped around me as I entered her again, harshly backing her into the wall.

"More?" I grunted as I slammed her down on me.

"Fuck yes." She bounced in my cock. "Fuck me like you hate me." She licked the length of my neck.

I happily obliged to the request. Fucking her against the wall, then bending her over the dresser in my room. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and gave her what she wanted over and over again. By the time I was done with her, she'd pass out.

Easily pulling out, I took off the toy and proceeded to clean her up. Then pulled the covers over our naked bodies. I laid there gazing at the woman who crawled her way into my heart. She hadn't push for the rest of my story and for that, I felt relived.

Laying there, I dared to dream of a life with her. One where she was mine and I, hers. A hopeless dream maybe, but I still hoped.

"I want to be better for you."

-E