The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) (10 page)

Her stomach growls beneath me, which has her giggling like crazy.

“I need to make a phone call. Why don’t you order us some room service? Then we can shower together before I go meet everyone,” I tell her as I force myself to climb off of her. Her eyes shoot straight to my cock when I stand beside the bed. She sinks back into the pillows further, and her bottom lip pokes out. Christ.

“Okay. I’ll call Deidre and Calla too. We can figure something out while you meet.” Lifting herself up, she reaches for the menu on the nightstand. I retrieve my boxers and I slip them on then take my phone out of my pants. I need to get some clothes here. I had no damn idea my night would turn into one I never thought possible. Thank god it did. Swiping the screen, I scroll until I find my neighbor Micah’s number. I place the phone to my ear. He answers on the first ring. Without hesitation, he tells me he will get everything I need and take it to the front desk of our apartment building, where I will call someone to pick it up. I hang up then dial my dad.

“Son?” He asks more like a one-worded question. There’s worry in his tone. “Everything’s great, dad. I need a small favor, is all.” I ask him to call his friend Chase, who owns half of the damn cab companies in Manhattan, to see if he will send one of them to pick up my bag. It’s the only way I can think of to deter any suspicion in case Juan suspects anything.

“What’s mom doing?” I ask casually before hanging up. I would love nothing more than for Anna to get to know the other woman in my life. “Bitching because she isn’t aloud at the meeting.” I can see him now, rolling his eyes. “She’s worried,” I say in her defense.

“Of course she is. She’s worried out of her goddamn mind about this shit, Dilan,” he half scolds me. “I know she is,” I say without even having to talk to her. I’m sure she will chew me several new holes in my ass the minute she can. “I love you, son. I’ll see you soon.” His words strike me in the chest. My parents have never held back on telling me they love me. And now, I’m putting them through more hell than when I went to prison. They have to understand that this is something I have to do.

I place my phone back into my pants, turn and wink at Anna, then stretch my arm out to help her off the bed. She takes it. Her naked body is trailing behind me into the bathroom. I’ll crumble to the damn floor and spread her legs wide, licking her sweet pussy for my lunch, if I even look at her. God, I shouldn’t have said I’d take a shower with her. I need a damn cold one. My dick has been hard for two hours. I don’t see him coming down for a very long time. Maybe never.

I hated parting with Anna after our shower. I’ve never held back my restraint like I did when she ran her soapy hands over my cock. Christ almighty. Now after giving him a damn talk, I’m headed from heaven to hell. I want this done. Over with, for all our safety and piece of minds. This shit is getting old.

“What the hell is that cheeky ass smile on your face?” Cain grumbles. Someone’s in a shit mood. Can’t say I blame him. It seems every damn one of us thinks we find happiness, and before it even gets started, the fucking earth shifts in the wrong direction, leaving a gaping hole that swallows us up. Only this time, it’s my damn hole everyone has fallen into.

“Anna and I worked things out. We’re giving it a shot,” I say casually, even though I want to beat on my chest, pretend I’m Tarzan, and swing from the damn chandeliers in this place. Yeah. Not going to fucking happen.

“It’s about damn time you pulled your own dick out of your ass.” He carries on like he knows what the hell I’ve been through. In a way, he does, only it was worse. It was bullshit that made him choose between his wife and her life, basically. Cut him deep from what I remember when I would visit. I’m happy for them both. He was a miserable fucking dick to be around.

“How the fuck do you know my dick is big enough to reach my ass?” I nudge his shoulder. Thank Christ I get a small tug of his lips out of him. We all need to loosen up. This meeting is going to be fucking hell. I know it. Shit’s going down.

“You hurt her and I’ll fucking cut that dick off.” Aidan joins us as we stroll down the hallway toward the Bellamissio room, where my uncle has lunch waiting. I pray he has some booze for these guys and beer for me. I know damn well we’re going to need it by the time this meeting is done.

“I’m not going to hurt her, fuckface. Back off.” I swear he’s more protective of her than I am. Can’t say I blame the fucker though. She’s worth protecting.

“I know you won’t. Just had to throw it out there. Thanks for taking care of getting the kids here. Deidre was going out of her mind without having Diesel here.” Aidan nods toward Cain. “My wife too. Now we’re all here. Ready to throw this shit down. We’re going home after this meeting though. As nice as this place is, I want my daughter sleeping in her own bed,” Cain says as he pushes the door open to the room.

“We are too,” Aidan pipes in. “No one will be going anywhere.” My uncle stands from the head of the table, addressing the three of us. We stand stock still. Fuck me. “Bullshit. I’m not keeping my family here.” Cain plants his hands on his hips. “You will and you are. End of discussion. Some shit went down last night after we all went to bed. It seems we’ve underestimated Jazmin. I should have killed the bitch, instead of thinking I could outsmart the conniving cunt. She killed Doug, Keith, and Austin. The bitch had a goddamn knife on her. How the fuck she managed to escape is beyond me.” He runs his hand through his gray hair. Fucking hell. This is all my fault. He’s right. We should have fucking killed her. Goddamn it.

“Fuck.” I slump down in the closest chair.

“Dilan. Were a family. We take care of our own. Their death is on my hands, not yours. I should have killed her myself. This is my fault. Hell, boy, I’ve killed more people than I can count. I knew better than to leave a trained killer alone with those men. Don’t you fucking dare take this guilt away from me. It’s my burden to bear. Now we plan. I’m not living through this shit any longer. They won’t come after us here, but the minute one of us walks out of this goddamn building, they will. Now, all three of you sit the fuck down and listen.” Jesus. John is right about them more than likely being out there already, but he is wrong about the guilt. The blame. If I weren’t so set on making these people pay, then those men would still be alive and everyone could go about their business.

I watch my uncle pour himself a shot of whiskey, then passing the bottle around the table. When it gets to me, I take the shot glass already in front of me and pour one. I down it and have another poured before the first one even starts to burn going down my throat. I take that one too then pass the bottle to Aidan. Fuck, I hate that shit. And yet, it will numb me quicker than any cold beer will.

“You didn’t start without me, fuckers, did you?” We all turn to the door. I can’t say I’m shocked, but I become more pissed off at myself when I see Roan enter. Goddamn him.

“Damn. I’m fucking sorry, man. Shit.” I stand and go to him.

“For what?” He has a cocky look on his face. “For needing me?” he questions.

“So my honeymoon is delayed by a few days. So what?” He shrugs, strides over to my dad, pats him on the shoulder, leans in to pick up the damn gasoline that’s burning my throat, and pulls a big swig of the whiskey right from the bottle.

“Sit your ass down. My wife is getting a massage with your woman. She’s good. Are you?” I pause briefly to let what he’s saying sink in, roaming around the table, searching for any sign from these men who are here for me. Every single one of them shows me the loyalty they have to this family, to me. Even Ivan Solokov. The head of the Russian clan. “I’m good. Let’s get this done.” I nod toward my uncle. However, if I didn’t love this crazy fucker, I would smash his head in for being here and for his smart mouth. I tuck my guilt away. No one will know. Not Anna, not anyone. It will stay in my head. I will deal with it on my own. If I were honest, I’d admit it’s taking this huge boulder off of my shoulder I’ve been carrying around for years, knowing this revenge is now in the hands of more than just me.

For two hours, we all listen and eat as my uncle and John tell us their plan. Both of them have been up all night, disposing of our vehicles and setting our own security in place. One of the big issues we have is that the Carlos family has just as many cops in their back pocket as we do, which leaves us no choice but to not call ours in for help, or at least to try and get us out of here. We don’t have them kill for us, like some do. We use them for protection, killing only if they have to, while we pad their wallets with a shit ton of money. Corruption is every fucking where. It doesn’t matter with whom or why. It’s there.

“I have no qualms about taking them out. They started this war. We’ll finish it. Now, for the next few days, we will enjoy the amenities this fine establishment has to offer. No one does a thing. And Dilan,” my uncle addresses me, “when that bitch contacts you, and trust me, she will, you tell her to pass a message to her brother.” I raise my brows, waiting diligently for what this particular message will be.

“You tell her he’s a dead fucking man for every mark, every punch, and every bit of harm he caused you. And then you tell her to expect a phone call from the prison where her beloved ex resides.” He tilts his head in Ivan’s direction. Then nods and folds his hands neatly on the table in front of him.

“Miguel will be dead by this evening,” Ivan proclaims. I’m not shocked at all by his words, not from either one of these notorious leaders. I nod once again to both of them, my gratitude of thanks marking them with my expression.

“What the fuck?” Roan stands as if he’s holding all the power in this meeting.

“Roan,” my uncle warns. “No, dad. Don’t ‘Roan’ me.” He leans in, placing his palms flat on the table. I can feel the blood boiling in his veins. There’s no need for him to glare at me like he wants to shoot that hot red family blood we have running through our bodies all over this damn table. I feel his pain. If the tables were turned, and thank god they aren’t, I know damn well I’d be standing over the top of him, ready to kick his ass for keeping shit from me too.

“You forget to tell me something?” His aim is planted directly at me.

“Didn’t forget, man. I didn’t want to tell you.” I stand and meet his gaze.

“That’s a bunch of shit, goddamn it. If my intuition works correctly—and trust me, brother, it does—that motherfucker should have been dead a long time ago. Fucking hell, Dilan. What the fuck did they do to you in there?” He closes his pained eyes and inhales deeply. When he opens them, I see a storm, more like a hurricane, in his glare. A mixture of pain, anger, and frustration.

“I survived, that’s all we should care about. So he roughed me up a bit. Now he dies.” I toss my hand out, letting them all know I’m good. And I hope the piece of shit suffers before he draws in his last breath.

“Motherfucker.” My dad stands, voicing his rights as my father.

Then Cain and Aidan join in. If this shit weren’t so important to me, if I didn’t want to begin a life with the woman I care deeply about, I may laugh at these brothers of mine. How each one of them is standing here with clenched fists and a troubled appearance, ready to fight for me. There’s no pity though. I might have to knock them on their asses if they show pity. And the steam hammering out of Aidan would be downright fucking funny if our situation weren’t deadly. It’s as if he swallowed down a cloud of smoke the way it’s dispensing out of his mouth and ears. He’s worried about Anna caught up in this mess as much as he is about everyone else. Aren’t we fucking all?

“Mom doesn’t need to know. It’s in the past, dad. You get me?” I direct my attention at him first. Hell, the way my mom can lose her temper with a flick of a wrist, she will stand out there with a machine gun bigger than her and try to shoot every one of those assholes. Even when I was a kid, she came unglued when someone tried to mess with me. I love her more than anything, but hell, she’s a mom, and mothers can be deadly when it comes to their child. Doesn’t’ matter if you’re old enough to take care of yourself. She reminds me of that fact every chance she can get.

“She’ll never know. I, however, do. And no one puts their hands on my son. Do you get me?” He comes around to stand in front of me, his hands gripping my shoulders. “I get you.” He says no more, but pulls me in for a hug. “I love you, son, and I’m damn proud of you too. Always have been.” He releases me then turns toward Ivan. His words are wicked. Hell, I didn’t think my dad had this lifestyle in him, but his words prove otherwise. “I don’t want to know how you’re going to have that piece of shit killed. What I do want is his hands cut off, and one of them stuffed in his mouth, while the other is shoved up his ass,” he says seriously.

“Your request will be fulfilled,” Ivan returns.

“Well then, I’m going to go spend time with my wife.” My uncle stands. “Are we all clear here?”

“Crystal,” Roan expresses, never taking his regard away from me. He’s not done with me yet. I know him too well.

I’m left in the room then, with three pissed off men. Each of them glaring at me.

“Jesus Christ. Come on,” I speak in my defense.

“I’m so fucking mad at you and at myself. I should have been there for you.” Roan and his sense of logic. He doesn’t have to be there for everyone. Where he needs to be right now is with his new bride. The way I see it, if anyone should be pissed off right now, it should be me. I sigh then address these fuckers how I see fit. I’m done here. My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I choose to ignore it until I say what needs to be said.

“For fuck’s sake. I’m not getting into this with any of you. Leave it. You’re here for me now. This,” I slam my hands down on the table, “means more to me than anything you could have tried to do back then. I took those beatings from him to survive in there. I chose not to fight back, because I wanted to get the fuck out of there. I chose not to tell you, because it would have started a war out here. And just like all of you, I would have died in that shithole and not from that fucker’s hands. I would have died, because I wouldn’t have been out here to fight alongside of you.” I mean what I say when I stare down each one of them. I know damn well they would all do and feel the same way.