JEROME POV

As I clean her up, she lies there all innocent after she willingly gives herself to me. We just finished unraveling each other's bodies and yet I crave her like I’ve never had a taste.

I can feel my dick hardening underneath my towel. But I didn’t make a move. I have exhausted her and it will be selfish to ask for more.

I stood up heading back to the bathroom to take a cold shower hopefully it helps with my boner.

“So much for urgent business to take care of,” she says tucking her hair behind her ears. I pause mid-step turning back to her.

“I’m the boss the meeting starts whenever I get there”

“Careful” she continues “you might just be falling in love with me” I give her a Crooked smile “Or maybe you shouldn’t attach feelings every time a man treats you right”

Ouch, she clutches both her hands on her chest “You will pay for that” she says getting up from the bed. The sight of her naked body as she walks past me makes me feel a rush I couldn’t resist.

As much as I want to ensure she has enough rest my body calls for hers. She grabs her robe from the wardrobe. But I close the distance quickly, wrapping myself around her from behind.

She feels the heat of me pressing against her, the undeniable hardness I can no longer hide. I turn her toward me and claim her mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair. She quickly unravels my towel.

She pulls away and falls gracefully to her knees. Just as quickly I feel my dick inside her mouth, warm and slippery.

Her mouth moves like it was made for this, I grab her hair. She moves her mouth slowly at first and then she starts to go faster. With pleasure coursing through me, I begin to thrust in her mouth.

I try to go not too fast but also not too slow. I don't want to hurt my sweet girl. She slowly removes her mouth and then goes down to my balls and swallows them whole. Fuck, this feels so fucking good.

She shoves my dick back down her throat “You are doing good sweetheart” I praise, I can feel her choking.

Poor thing I’m clearly too big for her, but clearly it's nothing she can’t handle.

Then, the sharp intrusion of my phone shatters the moment.

“Damn it,” I mutter, she withdraws.

“You should answer,” she says softly. Well, no shit.

I snatch the phone from the nightstand. “Miguel, this had better be worth it.”

“Sir, there’s been an incident at one of our warehouses,” his voice replies, tight with urgency.

I curse under my breath. “Did the boys get them?”

“Yes, but we await your orders.”

“Teach whoever they are a lesson,” I command coldly, “but keep him breathing. I’ll be there soon.”

The line goes dead. It has been some time since anyone dared cross me, which means whoever orchestrated this weighed the risks carefully and is either too desperate or too dumb. They’ll pay dearly for their audacity.

“I have to go, I’ll make it up to you as soon as I get back”

“Is something wrong?” she says I see the curious look on her face.

“One of the warehouses was set on fire, but we have it under control” I didn’t want to let her know what was happening but if she signed up for this then I guess she should be all in.

It’s obvious I didn’t earn a living working in a law firm. I press a kiss on her forehead and head into the bathroom.

Even with chaos my erection didn't go away. I guess I’m getting that cold shower after all.

After a one-hour drive, I finally arrive at the warehouse. On a normal day, it takes two and a half hours to get here but my anger was all so bottled up I took it out on my wheels.

It angers me to see how much was lost in the fire. The heat hits me first, waves of it rolling from the skeleton of what used to be my warehouse. The air is thick with smoke, bitter and chemical, burning the back of my throat. I don’t need to step inside to know the damage.

Stacks of my merchandise, worth more than some men’s lives, are being reduced to nothing but blackened lumps.

The fire doesn’t burn it clean. No, it warps it, melts it into tar-like crusts and choking clouds that hang in the rafters.

If this isn't in a place with no civilization and I didn’t have the cops on my side it would be swamped with sirens by now.

A fortune turning into ash and poison smoke. Millions gone in a matter of hours.

I step over a charred crate, boots crunching on glass and debris, and stare at what’s left.

White powder once packed tightly, is now ruined, soaked with soot and flame. Unusable. This is Unforgivable. I turn to Miguel

“How did this happen, aren’t men assigned here to keep watch” I say my body fills with anger.

“Boss of course I had eight men assigned to this warehouse the intruders could only get in because they are insiders” I knew it, I knew at the end of the day it all comes down to betrayal. It’s something I’m always prepared for.

Because the sad truth is nobody owes you anything no matter how much you think they hold it down for you. It’s something my father never failed to make me realize

I have lived with knives in my hands since I was a boy.

You learn early in my world. Love doesn’t shield you, it teaches you how to fight when it dies. My father taught me that long before the crash.

I was seventeen when the plane went down

One minute, he was shaking my hand outside the airport, telling me to keep my eyes on the books and my back to the boardroom vultures. Next, I was being handed a condolence package and a power of attorney over everything.

Everything.

The company, the buildings, the land, the offshore holdings nobody in the public knew about. Everything was mine.

But it wasn’t overwhelming,

Because I’d already been running parts of it for years.

My father never sheltered me. He brought me to meetings when I was twelve, taught me how to read contracts, track movement, and measure risk.

At fifteen, I was sitting in when threats were made in languages I barely understood and he translated every one of them in the car ride home.

“If you’re going to rule,” he used to say, “you have to learn to kill without drawing your sword”

That was him, that was us.

My mother was quieter but no less dangerous. Beautiful, sharp, soft.

She taught me how to listen, how to read eyes, and how to know when someone’s fear is real or just a mask.

And when they died, I didn’t grieve the way people expected me to.

I didn’t fall apart.

I stepped into their world and made it mine, because it's what they would want.

Since then, I’ve cut deals my father never dared. Shut down rivals before they even made it to the table.

I learned how to be untouchable. I became a shadow in a city full of monsters.

Invincible.

That’s what people say now.

I’ve bled more than most men twice my age.

But I had an empire behind me. A name that could silence a room, a will full of power plays and instructions on how to never lose it.

And I don’t intend to disappoint my parents. Iv held it down for so long and I won’t allow anyone or anything to destroy what they worked their lives for.

“Miguel, bring in the traitors.”

Miguel obeys without hesitation, disappearing swiftly and returning minutes later with the boys dragging two battered men.

I don’t even recognize any of them I have so many people working for me so taking names and remembering faces is never in order.

They are forced to their knees before me. I step closer, my gaze steady, my voice sharp.

“Why?” I ask. “If you had stolen a little powder, I might have understood. Desperation drives men to foolish choices. But fire?” My voice rises into a roar.

“Why destroy it? Answer me” I scream at the top of my lungs. My words crack the air. “I pay you well enough to live in comfort. I solve your problems beyond your salaries, and this is how you repay me? Betrayal?” I draw closer, fury simmering under my skin. “So tell me, are you going to speak, or do I put a bullet in your mouth?”

“Don Eric!” one of them blurts, panic splintering his voice. “Please, don’t kill me.”

Of course. I should have known. That wretched bastard has been my family’s enemy longer than I’ve been alive. A stubborn, arrogant old man who refuses to retire

No doubt he’s a very powerful man. But still, I’ve managed to keep in line for years. What on earth possessed him to do this?

“I’m sorry, boss,” one of them whimpers. “They threatened us. Our families.

They threatened to kill us all if we didn’t do as we were told”. My glare hardens. “And you didn’t think I’d do worse? You should have come to me. I would have protected your families.”

The rest of them stand silent, I can feel their eyes heavy on me. Waiting to see my reaction. As much as I understand the bond of family, I can’t have anyone thinking they can get away with crossing me.

My jaw tightens as I exhale through the burn in my lungs. I pull out my gun and fire two shots. Both traitors collapse instantly, lifeless at my feet. The silence that follows is thick, punctuated only by the collective flinch of my men.

Compared to the methods iv used in the past dying by a gun is me showing them mercy. A quick death.

“Now let this serve as a warning. If betraying me ever crosses any one of your minds you will be given an even greater punishment.

“Now get lost and go do your jobs. If you actually do what I pay you for these two idiots would have been caught before they set my money on fire”

“Miguel,” I command, sliding the gun back into place, “dispose of the bodies. And make sure to settle their families. Also, search the other warehouses for traitors.

Don Eric won’t have stopped here. Salvage whatever survived the fire and move it to a secure location.”

I turn and stride to my car, fury simmering deep within me. This isn’t just business. This is war.