Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires, #1)

by Kelly Fox

It’s a double-edged razor blade, thin and sharp as fuck. I’ve seen what my father can do with a razor blade like this one, and the message is clear. I’m no longer part of the family, and if I talk, he’ll take my tongue, using this razor blade to do it. Well, that, or he’s suggesting I kill myself now.

“All right, Grayson. Show me to your kitchen, and then, all due respect, get the fuck outta my way.”

He finally smiles, and it’s vulnerable as hell. Yet another huge crack in his miles-above-everyone billionaire persona. The desire to surround him in bubble wrap is almost overwhelming.

Despite these flashes of awkwardness, there’s something about the way he holds his body that feels like repressed energy. Like his arms. He doesn’t let them hang relaxed at his sides. Rather, he keeps them in a slight bend, like a bird with a damaged wing just waiting to heal. I bet he’d be beautiful in full flight.

If I were to kiss his cheek, what would his reaction be? I imagine that kind of affection, if wanted, would be greeted with soft smiles and a sweet nuzzle in response.

Winner winner, chicken dinner. Wolfe definitely wants to see my penis.

I’m not a religious man, but God, do I want to worship at the altar of his ass.

He carefully kneels and unbuttons my jeans. The sight of an outrageously wealthy man on his knees for me…I admit it does great and terrible things for my ego. More than that, however, is his submission. So fucking beautiful.

“You’ve paid men to tell you that you’re good in bed when I’ll tell you you’re lousy at it for free. Now suck the head and try not to choke to death.”

I pull him into my arms and nuzzle into his hair. “You okay, baby?” He nods, snuggling against me. “You were perfect. Fuck, I don’t know how, but you just get me.” I let out a deep breath, happy he enjoyed it.

Rand is perfectly quiet, looking at his hands as we make our way to his private elevator. Once inside, I turn to Edgerton. “What kind of security do you have in this elevator?” “Sound and video, along with some enhanced safety features.” “And who owns the media? Who has access to it?” “Just me.” Rand glances over at me, nervous. I open an arm to him, and he quickly slips into the side embrace, gripping me tightly. “You still okay?” I whisper into the side of his head as I run my fingers over his cashmere-covered rib cage. With his lips pressed together, he gives me a quick nod. “Just a few more minutes until Edgerton does his walk through the penthouse, okay?” “Okay.”

“If you’re thinking of outing your son, don’t. Don’t do it. I promise you will not like my reaction.” My father takes another step back, though it hurts him to do so. “Are you threatening me?” Joe closes the distance. “I am absolutely threatening you. Just like Rand, I learned at the feet of my father. The most important thing he taught me, Mr. Wolfe, is that there are a great many things worse than death. And when I’m protecting Rand, I am capable of all of them.”