Page 73 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
The lights cut out and more screams fill the air.
Including a scream from a few feet away.
“Nevaeh!”
Bullets crackle around me on the balcony as shadowy figures flit about. I can’t fucking see what’s happening or who’s who.
Somebody barrels toward me in an attempt to knock me off my feet. I dodge him at the last possible second and send a tight fist crashing into his skull. We struggle for a while until I’m able to wrestle him against the balcony railing and shoot him point blank in the head.
Another gunshot rings out only feet away.
I turn around, ready to clobber anybody else with my fists and leave them bleeding out by my gun.
The perplexing sight before me is of two figures grappling. One significantly smaller than their opponent. The size difference proves not to matter as the smaller one spins into a summersault kick that knocks the larger figure down.
I piece together what’s going on and rush forward.
Squeezing the trigger at the figure collapsed on the ground, I grab Nevaeh’s arm and pull her away with me.
Anybody who tries to interfere receives a bullet.
In the commotion, we’re able to escape the balcony and find our way into the lobby where some of the theater lights have come back on.
Several of my men that have survived form a wall around us the rest of our way. Matteo races ahead to open the rear door for us. I practically throw Nevaeh onto the seat and then slam the door shut once I’ve crammed myself in too.
It happens so fast. We’re speeding off, the violent scene falling behind us.
My heart’s pounding harder than it should in my chest. It takes me another moment to urge myself to slow down. For my heart to listen before it ventures into stabbing pain territory.
“Nevi, do I need to scold you?” I ask, squeezing her hand within my own for her attention. “Were you fighting one of the gunmen?”
“He came at me. I had no choice.”
My scolding ends there.
I pull her close and kiss the top of her head, relieved we’ve escaped in one piece.
Truthfully, it could’ve ended a lot worse. My mind is made up on what’s happened. The shootout was orchestrated by Nero and his men—or someone he had hired to do so much like I had done to him on a public street.
This bad blood between us is escalating. Any day now, it’ll become an outright war.
I’ll have to make sure me and my crew are ready.
Walking through the front doors of my mansion, I table the situation for the morning. I’m more concerned with letting off some steam. Nevaeh at my side provides the perfect opportunity. I wrench her into a kiss that lasts us the entire journey upstairs. At first, it’s as I bow my head and press my lips to hers in the hall. Then it transitions to me plucking her off her feet and carrying her up the stairs with our mouths joining again.
It finishes with me depositing her in our bed before ripping off my clothes. Nevaeh props herself up on her elbows and does the same to her own outfit. My impatient hands take over once I’m on the bed with her. I yank her tights off and drag her panties from her hips.
Nevaeh arches into me. Her delicate hand clutches at the nape of my neck. Her mouth seeks to return to mine.
Our passion burns from there.
Our limbs lock and our bodies grind together. My hand secure around her throat, I work my hips against her, my dick buried deep. A soft cry leaves her every time my pelvis bone rubs against her clit in the right way. I silence these little noises with a flex of my hand on her throat and a hot kiss on the mouth.
We come as one. The euphoria rushes us, and we’re left dazed from how good it feels.
The chaos from the night couldn’t be further from my mind in a moment like this. I lay down among the many pillows on my huge bed and keep Nevaeh folded into my side.
“We make a good team,mia bella ballerina,” I muse aloud.