had no intention of divorcing her. He needed her. She would provide an alibi when he killed Rum. Now he had to kill Calix too. It would be hard to pull off, but he was sick of being picked on. That’s how he saw things, anyway.
Maury was too stupid to know Calix was not only out of his league in the brains department, but Calix was also calculating, patient, and a cold-blooded killer when need be. Maury, on the other hand, was selfish, childish, and impulsive. Yep…Calix was just out of Maury’s league period.
Chapter Twenty
“You are so bad,” Rum giggled from beneath Calix.
“But I’m so good when I’m bad.” He pressed his nude body against hers. He latched his mouth on one of her swollen titties. “I love the way your body is showing you’re carrying my baby.”
Her body danced beneath him. “Every nerve in my body is hyper-sensitive. I’m horny all the time.”
He slid his hard cock into her. He loved the way she opened her legs as wide as they would spread for him. He could feel his cock sweeping over her swollen clit. He loved the way her pussy throbbed around him when she had an orgasm. It was divine when she had multiple orgasms, one running into the other until she couldn’t tell where one started and the next ended. The vibrations it caused were delicious agony.
She was crying out his name like a feral woman given over to base desires. The woman turned him on. She touched him in his mind as much as she did in his body. He was in love with her. If she never told him she loved him, he could live with it. What he couldn’t live with was being without her. To lose Rum would kill a part of him he could never recover. He hated the way she made him feel vulnerable. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t deceive him. She’d been strong, confident, and honest. He could deal with whatever hard times they had to press through. As long as they were honest with each other, they would get through whatever life threw their way.
“Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight. You’re making me cum. Like a perfectly orchestrated dance, they climaxed together; sweaty bodies melting together like candle wax painting a beautiful picture only they could create.
They were both afraid of a madman who was coming after them. It wasn’t the kind of fear that gave you a fight or flight instinct—it was the fear of knowing an unpredictable idiot had a grudge against you. It was the kind of fear that left you knowing if you didn’t get him first, he would get you. It was time to quit playing games and put a bullet between Maury’s eyes.
Rum ran her fingers through Calix's long hair that hung loose tickling her skin wherever it grazed.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I see benefits in both. Sons are strong and raised to take over a man’s business. Little girls are the princessas of a household and add a sense of contentment.”
“You underestimate the power of a woman. Some of the most ruthless Jefas are women. Girls take the gangster persona to a whole new level.”
“You make a valid point. I’m not going to give you the cliché answer. I see good attributes in either gender. The way I see things is there will more babies, so you can’t disappoint me. I love you, and I love our unborn baby. I want you to be safe. I want my baby to be safe. I can’t have that assurance while Maury is alive. It’s time to kill him. I just haven’t decided how to do it yet.”
“Well, you can’t just put a bullet in his head. It needs to look like an accident.”
“I’m tossing around the idea of asking Glazov for help.”
“You’ll owe him if you do. That’s a scary thought.”
“We owe him already. Once I did that last job for him—killing the guy that offed Kodiak’s dad, we were connected to Bratva. Once a man as dangerous as Glazov has something to hang over your head, it’s just a matter of time before the guillotine falls.”
Rum raised up on one arm so she could look Calix in the eye. “Then ask him for help. I want that bastard Maury dead before your child is born.”
“I do, too, love of my life. I do too.”
Chapter Twenty One
Calix watched the woman he loved until she had fallen asleep. Her