ANTONIO'S POV
My eyes were glued shut, but my body refused to stay still. I tried to roll over. Big mistake. Something heavy pinned me down—chest, arms, legs. Like the whole damn world decided to sit on me. I grunted. Again. And again.
What the fuck?
I cracked one eye open. Pain stabbed straight through my skull, bright and electric. Hangover from hell. Last night's whiskey and coke were still swimming in my veins.
Then I felt it.
Heat. Wet heat wrapped tight around my cock. A slow, greedy pull. Someone was sucking me like their next meal depended on it. Warm liquid slid down my shaft, dripping onto my thighs. My balls tightened. I was seconds from exploding.
I forced both eyes open. The room spun for a second before it settled.
Four naked women draped over me like living blankets. One sprawled across my chest, breasts pressed against my ribs. Another curled on my left arm, leg thrown over mine. One on my right thigh. And the last one—the bold one—had her lips locked around me, cheeks hollow, eyes half-closed in concentration.
Memories from last night slammed back. The club. The private booth. The bottles. The laughter. The hands. I'd paid them well to make me forget tomorrow's bullshit. Tomorrow was my father's memorial. I still hadn't found his killer. Until I did, I'd keep playing the reckless playboy they all expected. The fool. The distraction.
I let my head fall back against the pillow. Fuck it. If I was going down, I might as well enjoy the ride.
The girl between my legs sped up. Her tongue swirled. I felt the pressure build fast—too fast. My hips jerked without permission. My body shook. Then it hit. Hot spurts hit her tongue, her chin, her chest. She moaned like she'd won a prize, smearing it across her breasts, licking her fingers clean.
I winked down at her, head still pounding. "Good girl."
The others stirred at my voice. Eyes opened. Hands started roaming again. Nails dragged down my abs. Lips brushed my neck. They knew the game,extra tips for extra effort.
I chuckled low. One climbed on top, straddling me. She sank down without warning, tight and wet. Another crashed her mouth against mine, tongue pushing in deep.
That's when the door exploded open.
The wood cracked,hinges screamed.
I froze mid-thrust.
The girl on top stopped bouncing. The one kissing me yanked back. All eyes swung to the doorway.
Jessica stood there, chest heaving, black hair wild, eyes wide and glassy. Mascara streaked down one cheek. Her pink dress looked too innocent for this room full of sin.
For one heartbeat, no one moved.
Then fury replaced shock in my gut. This was the VVIP floor. Private. Secured. Who the fuck let her up here?
"Antonio."
Her voice cracked on my name. Hurt. Betrayal. The full package.
The girls didn't even flinch. One kept grinding slowly, testing me. I shoved her off hard. She yelped and tumbled to the side.
I stood up, naked, cock still half-hard and glistening. I didn't bother covering myself. Let her see. Let her burn.
"Jessica," I said, voice low. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She swallowed. Her gaze darted from the women to me, then back. "I… I needed to see you. You weren't answering your phone. And tomorrow is—"
"I know what tomorrow is," I cut in. Sharp.
She flinched.
I softened my tone. Forced the mask back on. The loving fiancé. The one Don Martino wanted her to see. "Baby, it's not what it looks like."
Even as I said it, one of the girls crawled forward and licked the side of my thigh. I kicked her away. "All of you—out. Now."
They scrambled. Clothes grabbed. Heels clacking. The door slammed behind them.
Silence dropped like a blade.
Jessica's breathing was loud in the quiet. Her hands shook at her sides. Cheeks flushed from anger to something else. Relief? Hope? Pathetic.
I stepped closer. Slow. Controlled.
She didn't back away.
I reached for her hands. Her palms were ice-cold and slick with sweat. "You know I love you, Jess. Only you."
The lie tasted sour. My real voice screamed inside my skull: *You lying piece of shit. She's a chain around your neck.*
"That's what you always say," she whispered. "Every time I catch you."
"Catch me?" I laughed. Short. Sharp. "Having fun isn't cheating, baby. You know that."
Her brows pulled together. Confusion. Exactly what I wanted.
"If you wanted fun," she said, voice small, "you could've called me. I'd come. I'd do anything for you."
I studied her. Searched those big, desperate eyes.
A slow smirk pulled at my mouth.
"Really?"
She nodded fast. Eager.
I leaned in,my lips brushing her ear. "It's not too late now, is it?"
Her breath hitched.
That was all I needed.
I crashed my lips on hers. Hard. She opened instantly, like she'd been starving for it. Hands clutched my shoulders. Nails dug in.
We'd never fucked before. She'd begged. I'd refused. Kept her dangling. Virgin princess,untouched. Safe.
Today she'd cost me my morning entertainment. Today she'd pay.
I ripped the pink dress down the front. The fabric tore loud. She gasped into my mouth. I shoved the scraps aside. No bra. Small, perfect breasts. Her nipples were already tight.
My hand slid between her thighs. Soaked. Ready.
Good.
I lifted her. Legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bed. Dropped her.
No gentle shit. No foreplay. I was still throbbing from earlier, angry and impatient.
I spread her thighs wide. Lined up. Thrust in one brutal stroke.
She cried out. Sharp. Pain mixed with shock.
Tight.
Fuck, she was tight.
I didn't wait for her to adjust. I moved fast. Hard. Punishing. Each slam made her body jolt. Her hands scrambled for my arms, nails biting skin.
Tears slipped down her temples.
I ignored them.
I fucked her until sweat coated us both. Until her gasps turned to broken moans. Until her body clenched around me again and again.
When I felt my own release coming, I pulled out. Hot ropes painted her stomach and thighs. Not inside. Never inside.
She lay there trembling. One tear clung to her lashes.
Guilt flickered.
Small.
Brief. I shoved it down.
I dragged her against my chest. Stroked her hair like she was a child. "Sleep, baby."
She curled into me. Exhausted. Trusting.
Stupid.
I stared at the ceiling, mind racing. She thought this changed things. That her virginity would tame me. Fix me.
She had no idea who she was marrying in two months.
My eyes started to close. Body heavy. Almost asleep.
Then the doorbell rang.
Sharp. Insistent.
I frowned. I'd told Grant, no visitors. No meetings. Nothing today.
Jessica stirred. "Who…?"
"Stay here." I slid out from under her. Pulled on black briefs. And walked to the door.
I didn't check the peephole.
Big mistake.
I yanked the door open.
Two uniformed officers stood there. One held cuffs already open. The other rested his hand on his holster, thumb brushing the snap.
"Mr. Antonio Leonard," the taller one said, voice flat. "You're under arrest."
My stomach dropped.
"For what?"
"Reckless endangerment and attempted vehicular assault. Yesterday. You almost ran down a couple on the highway. Witnesses say you were driving at high speed, swerving. A blood alcohol test will be done at the station."
I laughed once. Cold. "You've got the wrong guy."
The shorter officer stepped forward. "We have dashcam footage. Plate matches. Description matches. Step out and turn around. Hands behind your back."
My pulse hammered in my ears.
Behind me, Jessica sat up, sheet clutched to her chest. "Antonio?"
I didn't look back.
Because at that exact moment, the taller officer's radio crackled.
"Unit 47, be advised,suspect is also wanted for questioning in connection with the murder of Vincent Leonard. New evidence just came in. Fingerprint match on the weapon recovered last week. Proceed with extreme caution. He's considered armed and extremely dangerous."
The world tilted.
My father's killer.
They were pinning it on *me*.
The cuffs clicked open wider.
The officer's eyes locked on mine. "Hands. Now."
I felt Jessica's sharp intake of breath behind me.
Felt the gun at the second officer's hip.
Felt every lie I'd told, every game I'd played, crashing down in one brutal second.
They weren't here for a car accident.
They were here to bury me.
And the real killer,the one I'd spent years hunting was still out there.
Laughing.