Little Fury: Book 1 of The deadly Little Thing Trilogy
Little Fury: Chapter 25

I wake up the following day alone in bed again. But this time, I can smell bacon. I grin like a madwoman because I’m hungry this morning.

No kidding, you horn dog, anyone who got railed like you last night would wake up hungry.

I smirk at my sarcasm, grab a dress off the back of the bedroom door, and slip it over my head. It’s a simple black maxi dress with thin straps and V- neck. I walk down the hall toward the kitchen when I hear a voice that isn’t Marcus’s. Fuck. I forgot Alexi was arriving this morning. I enter the kitchen and smile at the guys. “Morning! How was your flight, Alexi?” I walk towards the coffee maker; Marcus grabs me and brings me in for a kiss.

“Morning,” he says, releasing me. I approach the coffee maker, select my pod and all the extras, and request a dark roast coffee with cream. I turn around and face the guys as I wait for my it.

“I hear you had a run-in with some men last night,” Alexi tells me in broken English.

“Yeah, it was very unexpected, that’s for sure. They must have been watching the house and waited until Marcus was gone. I’m glad for that anyway. It would kill me if anything happened to him while some assholes from God knows what family tried to kill me.” I say to Alexi.

“Well, I wish I had been here because they sure as fuck would not have been let off so easy. I would have made sure to get some names from them.” Marcus tells Alexi and me.

“Of course, you would have, Marcus. We have ways to make others talk. Someone tiny like Ava is better off taking them out fast instead of risking them getting the better of her,” Alexi says, staring at me.

I cock my head to the side and lift one side of my mouth. Alexi meets my eyes, and I give him the barest of eyebrow lifts and a look of ‘Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.’ “Well, I did shoot off a couple fingers of the one guy. So at least he suffered a bit of pain before the bullet to his head.” I hear Marcus chuckle.

“How long till breakfast? I’m starving.” I ask.

“Sit down; it’s almost ready. When this is all over and we’re home, we’re hiring a staff to feed you 24 hours a day.”

“That is the dream.”

He shakes his head at me.

“We have things to discuss, Marcus,” Alexi says in Russian.

Miss Bennett was a lot of things, but the next time I see her, I’m going to give her the biggest kiss on the mouth ever, thanking her for forcing me to learn so many languages. It’s obvious Alexi doesn’t know I speak Russian, and when I think about it I’m not sure if Marcus has any idea of the languages she had me learn. Biggest mouth kiss ever, coming her way.

He says nothing, just nods at Alexi.

“Ava, sit.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marcus looks at me and cocks an eyebrow.

He hands me my plate loaded with eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast. “Sir, sounds good coming out of your mouth,” He whispers against my ear, sending a shiver through my body. I give him the slightest nod, then sit down and dig in. Marcus hands a plate to Alexi and sets one down for himself. We eat, listening to the sounds of the waves on the beach.

“What do you guys have planned today?” I ask them.

“Business,” Alexi tells me.

Marcus looks at him and shakes his head. “Our grandfather needs a few things,” he tells me.

“Okay. Well, I have a few things of my own that I’ll get done for us since we are only here for another two days.” I get up and clear my dishes. I open the dishwasher, put everything in it, and turn it on. “Have a good day, boys,” I call over my shoulder as I go to my room to get a few things before I leave.

My door opens, and Marcus walks in. “Thank you for breakfast. It was delicious.” I tell him.

“You’re welcome. What are you going to do today?”

“Just checking a couple of things for when we get to New York.”

“Have dinner with me later?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

“Sure, text me where and when. How long is Alexi here? Is he flying back to New York with us?”

“No, he’s only here for today. He flies back out at nine tonight. So, we’ll have to have a late dinner so I can drop him off at the airport.”

“Works for me.” I look up at him and rise on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Marcus’s hand slides down over my ass, feeling my lack of underwear, and he groans into my mouth. “So, fucking hot.”

I smile against him. I reach down and slide the straps of my dress down my arms, letting it fall down my body, leaving me naked in front of him. He sucks in a breath and kisses me.

He flings me onto the bed, and I squeal as he lands on top of me. His mouth on mine. He rolls his hips into me, and I feel him against my core. I wriggle against him, and he curses as I rub against his hardening cock. “Ava, I need to leave.”

“Oh? Really? I have a vibrating friend in the drawer who can fill in for you so it’s okay for you to go,” I say cheekily.

He slides a finger into me, and I moan; his thumb is on my clit, demanding and fast as he works it. “Fuck,” I moan loudly.

A loud banging on the door causes Marcus to pause. He drops his forehead to mine. “Fucking asshole,” he grumbles. “Better make you come fast, or else he’s liable to walk in here and drag me out.” He leans back from me, sitting on his heels. “Quick and dirty, Ava.”

He undoes his shorts pulling his cock out and fisting it as he watches me get on all fours. I turn away from him, spreading my legs and dropping onto my elbows on the bed.

“Fuck, look at your cunt perfectly presented for me.” he moves off the bed, standing behind me. I look over my shoulder at him and see him spit into his hand and then rub it all over my exposed pussy, delving a couple of fingers into me. Satisfied, his hand grabs my ass, and I feel him line the head of his cock at my entrance. His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me back onto his waiting cock, impaling me in one swift motion. I cry out as he fills me; the slight pain of the abrupt intrusion feels good.

“Jesus, Ava, your pussy was fucking made for me.”

He starts pounding into me, his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other as he buries himself in me repeatedly leaves me panting. I can’t form any words. My sounds are hums of begging him not to stop.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, pulling out of me. “Marcus,” I protest, feeling the loss of him inside me. “What drawer, Ava?” he asks with a sly smile.

“That one, top drawer.” I point to my bedside table. He opens the drawer, and his eyes widen when he sees the treasure trove I have in there.

“Oh, Little Fury, we will do so many dirty things with this drawer later.” He plucks a purple flower-shaped vibrator out of the drawer and raises an eyebrow at me.

“Ah yeah, that’ll work,” I tell him, and I can feel my cheeks heat. He turns it on, and his eyes go wide. The flower sucks and licks the clit; it has a small tongue-like mechanism. I turn over, getting off all fours and sitting up. He walks back to me, his dick still rock hard.

There is another loud bang on the door. “In a fucking minute Alexi. If you interrupt me again, I will come out there and break your fucking nose. Do you hear me?” Marcus yells. It’s the first time I’ve ever caught a glimpse of the Mafia Don he was born to be, the one he will become in a few short days. There’s no answer from Alexi, but we hear footsteps as he retreats.

Marcus cracks his neck, letting the anger fall away. “Now, where were we, beautiful?” I don’t answer him. Instead, I just lay back down and let my legs fall apart for him. He smiles a predator’s grin at my core, licking his lips. “I want to make that fucker wait longer.”

“It’s not him you have business to attend to for.” I see the pause in him. The Boss in him is warring against the grandson.

Someone is starting to resent being told what to do.

He closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, he’s still not the Marcus I want. I let my hand glide down my body sliding a finger inside myself, plunging it in and out a couple of times, and then dragging my slick over my clit, working it slowly. My eyes go back to his, and I see my Marcus again. “While I could watch you finger yourself all day, beautiful, I want to see what this little flower will do to you as I fuck you.” His hand goes to his cock, stroking it. He hands me the toy. “Show me,” he commands. I obey.

I place the flower over my clit and turn it on. My hips shoot off the mattress instantly from the sensation. Marcus strokes himself faster, tightening his grip on his cock as he watches the toy cause me to writhe before him. With a growl, he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the end of the bed, spreading me wide and lining himself up with me, and hammers into me. Between Marcus sliding in and out of me and the sucking on my clit I don’t last even 45 seconds before I’m coming all over his cock.

My pussy clenches around him hard, the ferocity of my orgasm commanding him to come with me. Marcus drives into me three more times before he releases a yell with his orgasm. He drops onto one arm on the bed, catching his breath. “Holy fuck, Ava, toys are something we will be including a lot more often.” I can’t help but giggle when I answer him.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiles at me, leans over, and kisses me thoroughly. He rises from the bed, tucks himself back into his shorts, and heads to the door. Shooting me a wink over his shoulder as he closes the door behind him.

I lay there for a moment, contemplating having a nap, but I groan and force myself to get up. I clean up in the shower quickly, when I’m done drying myself off I throw on a pair of underwear, then walk into my closet, I stand there and stare at everything in it, not sure what I want to wear today. I see a pair of cream-coloured linen pants, so I slip those on. I grab the matching vest and slip it on, doing up the three buttons as I make my way to the dining room table where my laptop is.

Opening it, I sign on when I see an incoming video call. I don’t even have to guess who it is. I hit connect, and a very large and angry Scotsman is sitting there with his arms crossed, glowering at me.

“Are you seriously glowering at me?’

“Wanna tell me what happened there yesterday?” he growls at me.

“Not overly, to be honest. And I’d bet you ten grand Sebastian already told you the gist of it. So, I’m thinking you want to hear the whole thing from me so you can get even more annoyed and angry at me, and then you get to use that Scottish glower you’re so proud of for longer. And glower at me harder.”

I hear Beth laugh out loud at that, and I can’t help but grin.

“Careful, Bethy. You’re the only one here to work my frustrations out with,” he practically purrs at her.

“Oh, eww. Really? Nope, let’s go back to you guys pretending that everyone doesn’t know you two are together. Back when sexual innuendos were not part of our conversations. Please.”

Beth laughs again. “I told you everyone knew, Harry.”

“You thought no one knew?” I grin at him. “Do you know how windows work? Like, I get that you’re old and shit, but still. Cause windows, they do this crazy thing where they let the people on one side see what’s going on, on the other side. It’s super trippy, really. It’s like you’re almost in the same room as the other people. Even when those people are making out like teenagers.”

Harry is unimpressed with me at the moment. He is getting redder by the second. He really does do the best unintentional Yosemite Sam impression when he gets like this.

“Ava, I did nae raise ye t’back talk me!” he yells at me.

“Um, actually, you did. You raised me to take no shit. You also fostered and helped me grow my sarcastic and smart-ass mouth. So, you need to maybe look in a mirror. And to help, a mirror is like a window. Both have glass but only one of them allows you to see things through it. The other, the mirror, shows you a reflection, so chances are, you’ll be looking at yourself in it.”

The screen goes black.

Did Harry just hang up on me?

How much trouble am I in? Am I grounded now?

My computer rings again, and I answer the video call right away. Beth’s laughing face lights up my screen. ‘Hi!” I say, happy to see her.

“Heya,” she says back.

“Did he finally explode? Did actual steam come out of his ears this time?”

“He’s taking a moment,” she tells me, laughing the whole time. We both laugh for a few more beats. I have tears in my eyes, and my abs hurt from laughing. “Okay, seriously, Beth, pull it together.” She laughs again and shakes her head at me.

“Ok.” Taking a deep breath, she continues. “What happened, Ava?”

I give her a quick rundown of the events last night. I pause when I reach the point in the story where I told Marcus something different than what happened. “Finish the story, Ava, the whole story, not whatever shite you told Marcus.” I hear Harry say.

“Um, guy number two locked the deadbolt, telling me he was well aware Marcus was not in the house with me.”

“What then?” Beth asks. Harry moves into view and studies me through the screen, so I give in and tell them all the details.

“Guy two was mad I killed his buddy. I asked him if he wanted to have an old west shootout or if he would prefer to put the guns down and see if he could take me.”

“Ava, why taunt the guy? Just shoot him,” Beth asks me.

“Because I needed a couple answers. He took option two, thinking he could have a little fun with me before he killed me. He came at me fast, but his training was shit. He tried to take me down with one hit, but he missed. I punched him in the throat.”

“Go on,” Harry prompts.

“I asked him a couple questions. He didn’t answer the first one right away, so I may have shot a couple of his fingers off.” I see Harry’s mouth quirk up at one side at that. “Then he answered the questions.”

“And what questions did you ask him, Little Fury?”

“Well, Harry, I asked him who sent him.”

There is a silence between us. Harry wants me to tell them, and I want him to ask for it.

So, instead, we sit there staring at each other.

“Guess who’s visiting us here?” I say, breaking the silence.

Harry turns his head ever so slightly, asking who.

“Alexi,” I say very matter-of-factly.

Harry says nothing, and neither does Beth. They look at each other, and Beth gets up and leaves the room.

“Where is she going?”

“She already knows anything I might say regarding Alexi and has a few things to do.”

“Okay. “

“I’m going to assume Alexi’s name came up when you asked who sent them?”

I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my hand and tip it side to side, just like my buddy from last night.

“What do you mean, kind of?”

“Alexi and Enzo,” I say leaving it hanging there for him. I sit quietly, letting him think about it.

“Well, that’s not great if they’re working together.”

“Not great for me, no,” I confirm for him.

“Okay, Parker is back in a couple of hours. I’ll let you know what we can replace out.”

“OK, I need to talk to Parker. Can you have him call me when he gets back to the ranch? Also, I wired you some money for Sebastian for the cleaners last night. Can you get it to him for me?”

“I can do that.”

“Great. Okay, Harry, I gotta go.”

“I’ll let you know what we replace out.”

I nod at him and end the call. I sit back in my chair and look out at the ocean. I’m going to miss this place when we leave. The development of Enzo being in bed with Alexi may complicate things for me. While I’m 99% sure Alexi is using Enzo so that if he succeeds in killing me, he can lay blame at his feet, so Marcus doesn’t ever replace out about his hand in it.

I realized a couple of years back that my relationship with Marcus wasn’t exactly something his father or the Sokolovs were particularly fond of. Marcus has always listened to advice from his mother’s family except where I’m concerned and, by association, the Ranch. I was never leaving the Ranch, so neither was Marcus. Enzo never cared or even bothered to check on his son until Mila’s family decided they should check on the Russian princess’s only child.

Mila’s father may have doted on his daughter, giving her anything and everything, but after she died, out of grief, they left Marcus with his father and left the country. I believe they honestly thought the boy’s father would raise and love him. They were very wrong, but I’ve seen Marcus’s grandfather with him. I see the way he looks at him. He sees his daughter in Marcus, and he would never have left him with Enzo had he known just what that asshole was.

We will be in New York in two days, and the minute we arrive, Marcus won’t wait to pay his father a visit. Enzo will happen fast. Then, it will take a few days for the lawyers and banks to transfer everything to the younger Rossi. I replace I have no feelings about the older Rossi and what Marcus and I are about to reign down on him. The only change I would make would be to just kill Enzo. Marcus wants him to suffer, I think that will be very messy; but I am here to support only.