CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) (43 page)

“Tell me about it,” he said with a small smile, his hand trailing through my hair. “I haven’t been in a firefight like that since the war.”

I giggled. “Just your average day as a hitman.”

However, there was a serious expression on his face. His hand slid down to cup my cheek. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Kelly.”

I stared into his beautiful eyes. “Jackie, do you trust me?”

“I trust you with my life,” he answered without hesitation. “I’d rather be in a foxhole with you than anyone else. What’s this about?”

“Jackie, have you ever loved anyone?”

He jumped back as if I had shot him with a gun. “Love?”

“Have you ever loved a woman?” I asked, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Have you ever loved anyone?”

“I loved my mother,” he whispered, “But loving someone for being my lover? No, I’ve never had the time for that.”

I reached out to touch his face. “Do you love me, Jackie?”

For the first time since I met him, Jackie the stone cold hitman stuttered. “I-I’ve never had these emotions for any woman I met before. But you… I’ve felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time. I love you, Kelly.”

Taking the initiative, I nearly leapt at the man. My hands were locked around his nape. Our lips smacked against each other.

I could feel the shock in Jackie’s body. He had usually been the one to initiate a sexual encounter. His shock soon turned into pleasure. His hand held onto my back. Soon, they slid down to cup my buttocks. Our tongues became entangled.

It was a mad frenzy to strip each other of clothing. My soft, feminine hands gingerly opened his shirt and exposed his hard abs. Jackie took off my shirt and pants with the same precision he would have when field stripping a weapon. Soon, my bra and panties followed suit.

I remembered when I went into seduce Krause. The man was like an animal with the way he clawed away at my clothing. Jackie was as serene and tender as Krause had been savage and dangerous. He was so patient and kind in his undressing of me.

I worked to get him just as nude as I was. I pulled his zipper down and tugged his pants off. Jackie helped me by lifting his back off the couch. Finally, I got his pants and briefs off him before tossing them unceremoniously off to the side.

His hard erection sprang up against his abs. Jackie stopped and looked at me. His beautiful sea green eyes were filled with concerned over what would happen next. He would never hurt me, even if it meant fighting his desire for me.

I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

We both knew we wanted this.

Placing his hands on my hips, Jackie guided me onto his cock. I gasped when I felt its tip enter me. Letting gravity do much of the work, I slid down his lengthy erection. It was so sudden that my lungs felt drained of air.

After I got my bearings, the two of us moved together. It was as if this was another mission we needed to complete. Jackie helped me rotate my hips and establish a steady rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” I chanted as I bounced on his cock. My hand held onto his powerful frame for dear life. Jackie’s were closed as he surrendered to the moment. Likewise, I was slack-jawed at what was happening. “AH!”

Jackie’s hips thrusted upward to meet my downward movements. The man gritted his teeth as if aiming a gun at a long-range target. I could see the sheer concentration on his face. He had never looked so determined before.

Then, he lost control. “Oh… Kelly… AH!”

I slowed down my movements and made them more deliberate. I felt my climax bubble up inside of me. My fingertips dug into his tough skin. Tears swelled in my eyes.

Then I came.

My climax completely overpowered me. I cried out in ecstasy. “AHHHHH!”

Jackie’s hand dug into my buttocks. He kept fucking me with his cock. It was as if his desire for me was driving his body than any conscious action. I could sense him building up to his own release.

My lover rose up from the couch and embraced me. My hard nipples poked against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. The man buried his shaft in me.

Nearing the end, Jackie pumped into me with all of his power. My body shook from the force of the impact. Again and again, he rammed into my wet slit. His cock slid in and out of my cunt like clockwork. I tightened my grip against his neck out of both desire and a need to hold on for dear life.

Finally, Jackie grunted and reached his climax.

I was a tangle of sweaty limbs when he finally unleashed his load into me. My lover closed his eyes as his body acted of its own accord. I felt his shaft throb inside of me for another moment.

Finally, Jackie grew slack and I felt the tension leave his body. Equally exhausted, I rested my head on his chest. I looked up to see him tired but with a smile on his face.

That made two of us.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Kelly,” he said, his eyes glistening in the light. “Whatever happens tomorrow, know that I love you.”

I moved off to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you too.”

On the couch, we lied together for some timed until sleep took me.

I was scared.

The last time I felt genuine fear was when Sergei Petrov and the Irish Mob came for my mother. She hid me just before the men came for her. During my time as hitman, any fear I felt was just a bodily reaction. It was the same sensation you get from touching a hot stove.

Now, I felt real fear for the first time in years. It wasn’t for me. It was for Kelly who would enter the wolves’ den. I watched as she got ready to play her part in the plan.

We were to meet with Gregori to hand her over and discuss a truce. As predicted, the Russian drug kingpin couldn’t resist the urge to have Kelly handed over to him in person. He was willing to meet with my grandfather at a secluded warehouse to discuss the ongoing war and how to end it.

The plan was to lure Gregori and his men into a disadvantageous position. During the meeting, we would secretly encircle the warehouse and cut off his path of retreat. Gregori’s options would be to either surrender quietly or fight his way out against the bulk of the Pastore family’s men.

It was much easier said than done. Gregori would probably suspect something was up and attack first. If anything, he would see this as an opportunity to stamp out the Pastore family for good.

When that happened, a firefight was sure to ensue. As arranged, the Black Fang leader would bring nearly all of his men since we would do the same. All of Gregori’s men would be armed with military grade weapons. Petrov was likely to be there as well.

It was finally time to settle the score.

Nevertheless, I had an important job to perform. I would provide cover fire from a sniping position from the adjacent building. I hated to be so far from Kelly as she confronted Gregori. However, I was the best marksman in the entire family. I could do the most damage from an entrenched position with my sniper rifle. If it came down to it, I could come down guns blazing if Kelly needed me.

“I’m sorry we haven’t told you very much about the plan,” I sighed, watching Kelly dress. The girl was clever enough to wrinkle and tear her clothing. It would make it her capture and interrogation by the Italians more believable to the Black Fang. “My grandfather thinks it’ll help sell your act if you came into this mostly blind.”

“It makes sense,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Hopefully, Gregori buys into my crocodile tears.”

Going through my equipment, I took out a piece of body armor I had bought off the black market. It was an experimental Kevlar vest meant for soldiers working undercover in hostile areas. While it gave up some protection, it could be worn comfortable under civilian clothing.

The Pentagon had done research into these types of body armor. A small manufacturing produced a few thousand units for combat use in the Middle East. I had even seen one during my time in the military. The special Kevlar vest soon got the order to initiate full production.

However, Congress had deemed the whole project too expensive after a review and ordered production to be halted. The units that were already manufacturing were to be disposed of. Some opportunistic individual disposed of them by selling them on the black market with a sizeable markup.

They were highly prized and I made sure to pick it out when I had the chance. “Here, take this, Kelly.”

She took it from my hands. “Feels light. What is it?”

“A combat vest you can put over your shirt but under your jacket,” I answered “It’s a lighter variant of the military version that you can wear under your clothing. It’s no good against rifle rounds but it’ll stop most small caliber rounds. With any luck, you won’t find a need for it.”

“You can’t be too careful around the Black Fang,” she replied, thanking me with a kiss. She examined and found a small electrical wire in a tube near the base of the vest. “What’s this?”

“A wire,” I explained. Police weren’t the only ones who used wire taps. The other side of the law had a use for them as well. “It’ll let me listen in your conversation when you’re face to face with the Black Fang. I’ll be able to react quicker if things heat up. Just make sure Gregori doesn’t see it.”

She nodded. “Got it.”

I didn’t like this plan but I put on a brave face. Kelly needed me to be focused on the mission. “It’s almost time for the meeting. Let’s go or we’ll get stuck in traffic.”

After making sure everything was in order, we drove to our destination. I would drop her off with my grandfather and his men before taking my position in the next building. Unlike me, Kelly seemed completely focused. “I know that I’m supposed to go in blind but how many Black Fang members do you think they’ll be there?”

“Anyone who can point and aim a gun,” I answered grimly. “We’re expecting at least forty men that are all armed to the teeth. Hell, Gregori’s probably bringing over his accountants as well to soak up bullets. We’re only bringing twenty-five men, including me.”