Whatever You Need: (A Chicago Mafia Syndicate) (Castaletta Book 2) (11 page)

Chapter 20

Demetri

"Hey boss." Nate lifted his hand as I walked toward the house. It was almost nightfall, and somehow I'd slept the fucking day away. It was by far the worst time in the world for my alarm to not go off, but the day was over now. With no messages on my phone, I figured the world had stopped on it's axis, or some fucking thing like that.

"Hey, Nate. How was your day?" I opened the door to the mansion, but paused to hear his reply.

"Good. My brother, Timothy said he'd be down to help us out in any way possible, so just know you got him in your corner if you need him."

"Great news. Thank you for checking on that." I walked into the house and poked my head into Marco's office to find him gone. "Alright... Let's try Joe."

I knocked on his door and pressed my ear against it. "Joe? You here?"

"No. He went for a walk. Needed to clear his mind." Izabella walked down the long stairs to my right, looking like sex in her tiny bikini.

"Go get dressed." I nodded toward her room, though I honestly preferred that she not put anything over her nakedness. "Let's go have a drink in our new club. I invited Marcus and Zak. We'll fill them in on everything and have some fun while we're at it."

"I'm not really in the mood for celebrating, Demetri." Her tone was flat and her eyes filled with a darkness that wasn't healthy for a violent girl like her.

"I don't care what you're in the mood for. I hate drinking alone, and I wanted these new guys to see you and I as an united front. Your father isn't going to be around forever." I took a step toward her, locking gazes with her. "It's going to be you in his place with me supporting you or me in his position with you by my side."

"And what about my brother?" She put her hand on her narrow waist, causing her breasts to bounce.

"He doesn't want this, Izabella. You know that as well I do. Go change and come help me welcome the new narcotics guys into the family. It wouldn't be right without out." I licked at my lips. "Besides, I need someone to dance with me."

She snorted and turned, jogging back up toward her room. "Not happening."

"We'll see." I turned on the ball of my foot and walked to the kitchen, letting the events of the night before penetrate my resolve to stand strong in the face of what we had coming at us. I had to be steady and rock-solid for the family. No one else was going to do. Joe was too tire, Izzy too broken and fucking Marco was absent all the time. He was sleeping with my sister. I just knew it.

After waiting a few minutes for her, I got up and brushed my hand down my slate grey button down and walked out into the hallway.

"How much-"

"I'm ready." She brushed her shoulder by my chest and walked toward the door. The slinky black dress she had on showed more skin than the fucking bikini, but there would be no taming her. It would simply blow up in my face.

I had to remember that she didn't belong to me. She simply didn't.

"You look amazing." Nathaniel smiled at her as he opened the door and moved back.

"You think so?" She turned around slowly, allowing both of us the opportunity to memorize her delicious curves.

"Keep moving, beautiful. We have a meeting in forty minutes." I moved up behind her and rested my hand on her lower back, making sure to sweep the tips of my fingers over the top curve of her perfect ass. "Get in the car for me."

She laughed and shook her head, causing her long dark locks to dance around. "You think you're in charge, but you're not."

"I think she's right man." Nate shook his head as she walked toward the car. "Damn man... you are one lucky fucker."

"Right. Cause that's how I feel." I slipped my left hand into my pocket and unlocked my Jag with my right.

"You sure you don't wanna drive my car tonight? It's faster." She glanced over the top of my car and gave me a sensual smile.

"No. Mine has more room up front in case you get frisky later." I shrugged and got into the car, ignoring the hunger in her eyes. I'd have a handful of Zandra by the end of the night and she would be mine.

I was a sorry bastard for preplanning it, but I couldn't seem to care too much about it. She wanted me pressed between her thighs, and before the night was out... I would be. Risk free.

*

"Marcus, you remember Izabella Castaletta." I moved back as Marcus extended his hand to Izzy. We'd arrived at the club to find both him and Zak on the third floor, nursing their beers.

"How could I forget?" He leaned down and kissed the tops of knuckles. "I owe you a debt of gratitude for what you did in New Orleans."

"You do." She tilted her head to the side and pressed her teeth to her bottom lip. "How do you supposed we could settle the debt? I'd rather you not take one of my hits and kill someone for me."

"Whatever the lady wants... the lady gets." He kissed her hand again and moved back. "You know my associate, Zak."

"Nice to see you again." Izzy reached out and shook Zak's hand.

I couldn't help myself from putting an arm around the back of her waist. My fingers rested on her side, her dress open and flowing in a way that let me touch skin almost no matter where I was.

"Let's talk business and then pleasure. Sound good?" I nodded toward a quiet booth in the corner of the large upper floor of our club.

"Sounds great." Marcus turned and walked toward the booth and Izabella and I followed him. Zak disappeared off to the bar again.

We took our seats and some part of me wanted to reach out and pull Izzy closer. I knew how the night would end, but I wanted more of her attention. Now. It wasn't fair, but most things in life weren't.

"Like what you see?" She smiled and slid her hand down my thigh under the table. I must've been staring at her a little too long.

"Hell, yeah, I do. Every man in his club with eyes and a pulse is falling over themselves, thanks to you." I gripped her hand and squeezed it softly, holding her in place. I was already hard as a rock and aching from the base of my cock to the center of my chest. It felt like someone had cracked open my insides and poured pleasures unspeakable down the center of me.

She would be mine later that night. Just mine.

"Tell me about the narcotics ring." Marcus brought us from our staring contest.

"Right." I put her hand back in her lap and leaned back, wrapping my arm around the back of her shoulders. "It's a small shop, but we run everything from marijuana to cocaine out of our warehouse. Suppliers are across the country and our manufactures are in New York." I glanced toward Zak as he joined us. "There are a handful of people that work in shipping, but only the two of you will truly work the narcotics ring. I think Joe would like to see it expand to where you had manufacturers and dealers here in Chicago too, but we've just not had the time to focus on the ring without a strong leader working it."

Izzy stiffened, but I knew she would agree. We both cared about her little brother, but from a leadership perspective, the kid was way out of his league.

"And who is Selma?" Marcus took a quick sip of his beer.

"She's one of the shipping agents. My older sister, Catherine runs our shipping business and will be working closely with you. Selma works for Catherine." I picked up my glass and took a quick sip.

"We'll work out all the details in a sit down meeting early next week. Cat will get you up to speed and keep you in line. You'll love her or hate her." I smiled down at Izzy. "Right?"

"She's a hard worker and has been an enormous asset to my family." Izzy surprised me with her words.

"Awesome." Marcus looked around. "Are you guys running a string of night clubs too?"

"Not really." Izzy jumped in. "We have this one, but we're hoping to expand in the next few years. It's not at the top of our wish list, but damn near close, right, D?"

"Yeah. I spoke with a guy named Fredrick Carrington. He's from New York. Seemed like a good guy."

"I know Fredrick. We went to New York to visit him a little while back, to introduce Zandra to Kadia, his nightclub." Marcus glanced toward Zak. "It was fucking crazy, but the guy knows his stuff."

"Yeah, he's actually the younger brother of a good friend of mine from my younger days." I finished my drink and set it back down on the table.

"Who's that? Not Michael, right?" Izzy turned toward me and brushed her knee along my thigh, lighting me up with nothing more worthy of my reaction.

"Yeah. You remember Michael? Me and Drake used to hang out with him all the time. I guess Fredrick is his step brother. Different mothers, so they didn't both live here in Chicago. I made the connection just after he came to visit the club."

"Michael or Fredrick?" Marcus leaned forward. "I'm getting lost. Maybe it's the booze."

I smirked. "No, it's easy to do around here. Fredrick came to visit to help open the third floor we're sitting in right now. His older brother, Michael is a real estate mogul of sorts. He's been living in between New York and Maine from what I heard last. He's hit that stage where he's ready to settle down. Just hasn't found the right woman, I guess."

"It's not easy." Marcus lifted his beer. "To good women. Wherever the fuck they are."

"Here. Here." Zak hit the beer bottle with his.

"There's several in my life, but here's to you guys finding one." I hit my glass against their bottles.

"I'm not interested in a good or bad woman, but good luck to you poor schmucks." Izzy hit her glass against the side of ours. "May she rule your world and fuck you up for anyone after her."

"Said like a true woman." I smiled and moved a little closer to her. "Marcus, tell Izabella about Zandra for me."

"Yeah sure." He set his beer down and pulled out a small bag of pills. "It's a mix between ecstasy and acid. It removes all inhibitions and leaves you wanting to hump anything that moves. It's the latest rage on the streets and in the clubs as you can imagine why."

"Interesting." She took the baggie from him and lifted it up, studying the pills. "Any negative after effects?"

"Other than waking up naked around a hundred other people and realizing you don't know a damn one of them? No." Marcus snorted. "The shit is insanely powerful. If you guys use it, just be careful, hm? Lock the doors behind you so you can't get out." He shook his head. "I'm serious."

Izzy glanced over at me with adventure in her eyes. I would love her forever, simply for never giving up hope that one day we would belong to each other. She kept putting herself out there for me, and I kept slamming the door. One day it would stay shut, but by the look in her eyes, today wasn't that day.

"Remember when we were kids and we tried acid for the first time?" She laughed loudly, the sound of it pure and uninhibited. It brought back a whole host of memories.

"How can I forget? I swatted at imaginary elephants for you until my fucking arms almost fell off." I reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear, leaving the rest of my words trapped behind my teeth. Marcus didn't need to know how long we fucked that afternoon and into the night. It was the most amazing day of my life... at least until the next time I was trapped beneath her.

"You guys need someone like Katie to help with the clubs. It's amazing what she's done at Expulsion in New Orleans."

I turned my attention back to Marcus. "Wait. Katie? Kate Jarrett?"

"You know Kate?" Marcus expression hardened a little, and I realized that Katie, or Kate was his woman. Or used to be.

"I don't know her, no. Fredrick mentioned her while he was here. Said she was the one of the best at what she did. He always said she had two men. Wanna explain that?"

"Not tonight, I don't." Marcus shrugged and picked up his beer. "Seeing that I'm sitting here and she's still there, I'll let you put the pieces together."

"What's his name?" Izzy leaned toward Marcus.

"Jon Peterson. He's a cop down in New Orleans. He's alright as far as cops go."

"Our cop is named Jonathan." Izzy glanced back at me and smirked.

"Your cop. He's not mine." I reached out and brushed my hand down the back of her head.

"You need us to kill him off?" She asked seductively, like killing was better than sex could ever be. Fuck, it might have been with her.

Marcus chuckled. "No."

Zak shook his head. "Please?"

I reached over and took the pills from Izabella. "Alright guys. We'll be in touch. Thanks for the sample. I'll try it out and let you know if we're going to move forward with it."

"Alright, boss. Whatever you decide. Enjoy your night." Marcus nodded toward us as I got out of the booth and offered my hand to Izzy.

"We're leaving already?" She gripped my hand tightly as we walked toward the elevator.

"I was hoping maybe you would be willing to try this with me." I dangled the bag in front of her pretty face. "I'm not sure what'll happen, but I'd rather you be there."

"You want me to take this with you?" She laughed and grabbed the bag from me. "And we what? Fuck like rabbits all night long?"