The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (226 page)

He was quiet for a long moment and I waited him out as I leaned against one of the support columns, knowing any eagerness would not catch the hare. I could practically hear him thinking fast, his imagination building and forming an escape route in his head as he planned how to get Yvette out of my hold in one piece.

I drummed my fingers on my thigh and rolled my head around my neck as we paused to let his brain catch up. Such a stupid man.

“If you don’t hurry Ric, all the soap will have gone.”

“Fuck you Fox,” he hissed and I tutted loudly.

“That’s rather rude but I’m willing to overlook it . . . for now. I need an answer this side of Christmas, Denarii.”

He chuckled low and I could picture his smug smirk but he couldn’t see the exact echo on my face. “But you see, unlike you Fox, I do my homework on my rivals.” He sucked air through his teeth as he waited for my shocked gasp or whatever the hell he was expecting.

I picked at a piece of nail that was cutting into the edge of my finger to kill time as I puffed out a bored breath and then rolled my eyes as Mr Predictable gave me the food to feed the tiger—my wife. “I know you don’t hurt women, Fox, so I think it’s you that needs to take the fuckings that are offered in the showers.”

I pursed my lips as that wonderful image shot through my receptors.

“Ahh Ric, you are a clever boy. How stupid of me. Of course you know I won’t hurt your wife.”

I bit back the bark of laughter when I heard his superior scoff and grinned widely as I heard the approach of six inch heels behind me, their rhythmic clicking on the concrete floor soothing my soul and nourishing my quietude. “Have you met my wife, Ric?”

I was sure the clatter through the phone was him dropping the thing but give him his due, he composed himself rather quickly. “I swear to god, you touch Yvette and I’ll make sure you never take another breath again, Fox.”

“Oooh, are we a little emotional at the mention of Ava?”

I turned around and my breath stunted at the malevolence displayed openly on Ava’s god damn beautiful face as she methodically strode towards me. My God, she was stunning as her inner bitch flowed and the violent side of her relished at the promise of carnage.

The unwavering glaze over her eyes made me aware of an Ava from long ago. Gave me a glimpse into an Ava that had fought to live and keep breathing on the streets, the Ava that had participated in illicit paid fights to feed hers and Katie’s hungry bellies and the Ava that bowed for blood; fight or flight.

My wife was most definitely fight and I swallowed the deep groan as my dick roared to life, pulsing heavily in my jeans as I fought to stifle the violent urge to fuck her right here, right in front of everyone else, hard and fast.

My eyes dropped to her tight leather jeans, the smooth material hugging every single luscious curve of her sculptured legs and I gulped as she approached and ran a finger along my jaw and then positioned it under my chin and snapped it upwards. “You can peel me out of them later, Mason, for now control the blood pressure to your dick.”

She winked and I circled her waist with my arm and yanked her towards me, pulling her against my solid erection and letting her feel how
pressured
I actually was.

She smirked at me, her plump red painted lips curving into a delicious wicked smile, “You wanna fuck me here, right now Mason?”

I knew she would like me to, and hell, I fucking needed to but Sam stepped out of the shadows and shot me a look.

I nodded in apology. It was Marcy’s birthday and he was eager to get gone so I slapped Ava’s ass and flanked her bottom lip with my teeth, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth and sucking on it gently so I could serve a little sustenance to my hunger.

“Be ready” I told her as I pulled away.

She tipped her head and gave me a complacent grin, “For you, baby, always.”

I blinked as a muffled noise echoed in the room and I realised I had left Ric still hanging on the line, “Oops, sorry about that Ric, was just welcoming my wife to the room.”

“Fuck Fox, I’m warning you . . .”

“You wanna talk to Yvette?” I asked in a low gentle tone, smiling to myself as his snarl rattled around my ear. “I take that as a no then.”

“Well, I’ve heard about Ava but I’ve also heard how sweet she is Fox and I doubt she’s capable of your level.”

I laughed boisterously at his ignorance. “Is that what you heard? That Ava is sweet?”

Ava turned back around and lifted an eyebrow at me with a full on smirk across her face, “Of course. I’m always sweet, Mason.”

“Your pussy is baby, but the rest of you? Nah.”

She scoffed and shook her head in humour as she turned back to Yvette and dropped to her haunches before her, her head tipped slightly and her hands resting on Yvette’s knees. “Hello, Yvette. It’s been a while.”

Yvette gulped slightly and reared back but Ava patted one knee and slid a finger along the length of Yvette’s bony collar bone. “Are you scared, Yvette? Why? I’m sure your lovely husband will sort all this silly mess out.”

I rolled my lips and shook my head at Ava’s sarcastic tone, “Hold on Ava, let me confer with the dark side first.”

She flung her head back and laughed loudly, “Well hurry up, I’m . . .
hungry.
” She whispered the last word in Yvette’s ear as she slid her tongue along the curve and scrunched her face into a saccharine smile.

“You heard the lady, Ric, she’s hungry. You want me to feed her or do I need to let her
eat.
”

“Fox, fuck this, there is no way you’ll get away with this!”

I sighed heavily and tilted my head at Ava, “Ric says you can have just a nibble, baby.”

She grinned lewdly as she stood up and prowled around Yvette, her hand sliding across the rigid contours of Yvette’s prominent shoulders. Fuck, she was one bony bitch.

“RIC!” Yvette bellowed as Ava leaned over her from behind, her hands swiping down and over the small rise of her tits as she licked a trail up Yvette’s cheek.

Christ, I loved my woman.

Ava tutted in Yvette’s ear as she placed her palms on the inside of Yvette’s thighs. “Your husband is very generous Yvette; he’s letting me . . . play!”

The high pitched scream curdled my dinner as Ava wrenched Yvette’s legs wide open sharply, the crack of a hip dislodging with the force of the yank as her knees realigned with the back of the chair.

Holy fuck!

I stared at Ava but she smiled sweetly and eyed the phone in my hand as Ric’s shouts resounded around the room against the heaves of Yvette’s cries. “I’m still hungry, baby.”

Her face was calm and relaxed and I pulled my jaw back up, “Baby, I said a nibble.”

She nodded with a smile, “I know, a taste.” She frowned then looked at Yvette then back at me, “I’m sorry, do I need to bite off a bit more?”

“No, no, no” I smiled with a slight cringe, “No, baby, not yet.”

She nodded happily as she stood and waited for her next instruction.

My God!

“Uhh Ric, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to fuck your wife for a bit. She’s just
accidently
dislocated her pelvis.” I said quietly into the phone, still in awe of Ava’s pure strength.

He made a faint choked sound into the phone then let his anger rain as he called me a load of boring names I had heard before. “Yeah, yeah, I know all that, Ric but I need to warn you, Ava’s chomping at the bit here so I would hurry up if I were you.”

“Fuck you, you arsehole. I’ll find you Fox and I’ll cut your wife to bits in front of you.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Are you not hearing me, you obnoxious prick? My wife is now stroking your wife’s face like she’s a doll, Ric. I . . . uhh, well I’d change your mind if I were you.”

“You bastard . . .”

I held my thumb and forefinger together with a tiny gap for Ava to be aware of the level of hurt I needed her to administer this time, “Just a tiddly bit, baby, just a munch.”

“A munch” she confirmed with a nod of her head, “I can do
munch.
”

She wiggled her bottom in delight as she sauntered around to the front of Yvette and smiled widely at her. I frowned as Ava bent and removed one of Yvette’s shoes.

What the hell was she doing now?

“These are pretty,” she murmured as she held the bright red shoe in her hand and studied it with a slight maniacal bend in her neck. “Where did you get them, Yvette?”

Yvette stared at her in bafflement as her jaw drooped low but stuttered periodically with her small sobs as her chest juddered in perfect rhythm, “I . . . uhh . . .”

“Can’t remember? I have a thing for shoes,” Ava chuckled as she twisted her own six inch spiked heel boots around, showing Yvette her choice for today. The overhead light reflected off the shiny material and made me blink rapidly as it temporally blinded me.

“Do you like the heels, Yvette? They’re amazing aren’t they?”

Yvette swallowed noisily as she nodded jerkily and I couldn’t help but smile. My wife was a nutter. Simple.

“You wanna give them a try?” Ava asked as she smiled warmly.

“Uhhh. . . .”

“Yes?” Ava clapped loudly and then stomped the heel straight through Yvette’s foot.

My fingers dug into my palms as I squinted against the ear piercing squeal, my whole body vibrating at the glass shattering pierce. My teeth sank into my lower lip as the crunch of bone ricocheted around the room when Ava removed her heel from the bridge of Yvette’s foot.

My chest heaved as lust hurtled through my blood stream, gliding like liquid gold and stimulating each neuron it passed with a flash of gratification as it simultaneously pulsed my cock with an intense longing and primal need to fuck.

“Ric,” I hissed into the phone. “My wife is going to rip your wife to bits unless you give me the words I’m waiting to hear.”

I could hear his profound irregular breaths through the phone and I couldn’t hold back the staggered sinister laugh, my shock with my wife’s . . . uhh, amazing? Yeah, fuck she was amazing but I had never expected this level of ‘involvement’ from her, yet, I still wondered what fed her ability for cruel and vice?

“Look Ric, I’m feeling quite bad for Yvette here, even if you don’t give a shit. I just want you off William; I’m not here to fight for the other jury members, just William and to be honest, just one verdict is not gonna sway the end result is it?”

I could smell the burning from his brain through the phone and I rolled my eyes again and turned back to Yvette, “My God, honey, your husband is not rolling my way; you wanna try and persuade him?”

She stared up at me with wide eyes, her mascara streaked across her face and over her lips. Christ, how much of the stuff had the woman worn? It was now morphing her face into a slick oil painting that resembled
Edvard Munch’s, The Scream;
her whole face appearing to droop with the effect as her terrorised large eyes revealed her fright.

She nodded pleadingly and I gave her a proud smile. She knew how to play but after living with Ric for so long, I wasn’t surprised.

“Ric,” she gasped into the phone when I placed it at her ear. “Please Ric . . . honey, she’s . . .” She cast a swift glance at Ava then snapped her eyes away when Ava grinned broadly at her, “She’s . . .”

“Hungry” Ava finished for her with a lift of her shoulders and a scrunch of her nose in a loving gesture.

I barked out a loud laugh and turned away, shaking my head at Ava’s humour. “Yeah . . . She’s . . . hungry, please Ric, please.”

I replaced the phone back to my ear. “Well?”

“Do you realise how much I hate you right now, Fox?”

“Yep, but if you wanna save Yvette’s pretty face, I’d hurry the fuck up cos’ Ava’s took a liking to her hair.” I grimaced when Ava softly stroked Yvette’s hair, her palm gently skating down Yvette’s long blond locks as if soothing the hurt she had caused. But, the glint in her eyes told me the action was not intended to appease.

“RIC!” Yvette screamed when Ava wrapped the strands around her hand and yanked her head to the side, twisting her neck almost unforgivingly and causing her eyes to bulge even further.

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened when Ava leant into Yvette and ran the tip of her tongue along the distended tendon that ran down the side of the exposed pale skin.

“Ric?” I urged hurriedly when Ava’s mouth crept up to Yvette’s ear and I knew, I just knew what was coming. “Hurry the fuck up Ric . . .”

“RIC!” Yvette shrieked again as she tried to wriggle away from Ava’s mouth, “FUCK!!! RIC!!!”

“Ric . . . ?”

“
Fuck . . .”
he hissed, toying with what was right, wrong and then what was needed.

Ava’s eyes shot up to mine and she winked before she clamped her teeth on Yvette’s ear lobe and started to bite harder and harder. Blood began to trickle down the side of Yvette’s neck as she cried out and butted her head around, desperately trying to release herself from Ava’s far from delicate embrace.

Her sobs were loud in the room as the valley of blood collecting on Yvette’s collarbone mesmerised me; the pretty deep, raw colour conflicting against the pallor of Yvette’s clammy fair skin and I tipped my head as the trickle oozed onto her bright red dress and seemed to disappear as it blended in.

“Okay!” Ric finally barked through the phone and I nodded firmly at Ava. She actually looked disappointed as she removed her mouth and sighed heavily with longing.

“Wise choice, you just saved Yvette’s ear. Let me just say, any retribution will be severely frowned upon, Denarii.” I warned down the phone as I watched Ava pull out a first aid kit from her giant handbag and start to lovingly tend to Yvette’s wounds whilst she vibrantly spoke to her about an online shoe store she always used.

Ric scoffed down the phone. “But you go ahead if that’s what you want; I would love the . . .
challenge.
” I smiled sinisterly “Although,” I added as I dropped my voice into a forceful chilling tone, “I still owe you for what you did to my sister.”

I sighed heavily as I tapped my fingers on my thigh in thought as I pondered how to solve this dilemma. “I think Yvette’s had enough so instead of taking this out on her, how about we call it truce by you owing Kerrie a favour if she ever needs one?”