Chapter 103 Break and Hold

Chapter 103 Break and Hold


Luca's Pov

The documentation went to Dr Voss at nine that evening.

She called back within the hour with three questions, all practical and specific. Elena answered each one without looking at any notes because she had built the file herself and carried it completely in her head. 

Dr Voss confirmed she would file with two regulatory bodies before ten the next morning.

Victor Kane would have company before noon.

After the call I watched Elena sit at the kitchen table of the city apartment without immediately moving. Her wrists were dressed. 

Her left arm would bruise through the week. The file she had spent two weeks building had just done its first real work.

"You built the Victor documentation before today," I said.

"I started it the morning he first came to the house," she said. 

"The capitalization file for Iris was a separate track."

"You were running both simultaneously," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"Without telling me either was in progress," I said.

"Yes." She met my gaze without looking away. "Because you had Mateo. The house attack, i wanted both files complete before they became things you felt you had to respond to before they were ready."

"You made another timing decision," I said.

"Yes," she said. "A different one than Marcus. Different purpose."

"The result is the same," I said. "I found out after."

"I know." She did not reach for a justification. "I am telling you now because both files are in motion. There are no more pieces."

I stood up from the table. I went to the window. The city below was doing what it always did, unaware of the specific weight of the room I was standing in.

I had shown her those photographs. I had asked her if she was still working with the FBI. I had known when I asked that the photographs came from a man who had just taken her in a van. 

I had known the intent behind them. I had asked anyway because the doubt was still there and Victor had gone directly to it with the precision of someone who had spent three weeks listening to our conversations through a device in a lamp base.

I turned back.

"I showed you those photographs," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"I knew where they came from," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"I asked anyway," I said.

She held my gaze. "Yes," she said.

"The doubt has been there since before you arrived," I said. "It has been smaller and it has been managed and tonight Victor found what was left of it."

"He is very precise," she said. "He had everything he needed from three weeks of listening."

"That is not the point," I said. "The point is that it was available for him to use."

She was quiet for a moment. "So what do we do with that," she said.

I crossed back to the table. I sat down across from her. "I do not have a clean answer," I said. "I know that I chose you. I know what the evidence shows across three years. I know that every consistent choice you have made points in the same direction." I held her gaze. 

"I also know that I stood in this office tonight and asked you if you were still working with the FBI."

"You were scared," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"That is not the same as not trusting me," she said.

"It is not fully separate from it either," I said.

The apartment was very quiet. The kitchen table between us held the first aid kit and the documentation receipt and two cups of coffee that neither of us had touched in an hour.

"I got taken in a van today," she said.

"I know," I said.

"I broke a zip tie against a chair arm for ten minutes while Victor talked," she said. "I went through a door at speed because I had mapped the guard rotation from footstep sounds." She held my gaze. 

"I did all of that to come back here."

"I know," I said.

"To you," she said. "Not to the work. Not to the building we are trying to build. To you."

I held her gaze for a long time.

"I know," I said. Different weight behind it than the first two times.

I stood. I came around the table. She stood.

I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. She bit my lip in response. I pushed her against the wall but she shoved me back toward the bed. We fought for control as we tore at each other’s clothes. 

I ripped her blouse open. She yanked my shirt off so hard a seam tore. I unclasped her bra and threw it. She opened my pants and shoved them down with my boxers.

We were both naked in seconds. I tried to push her onto the bed but she turned us and shoved me down first. I pulled her on top of me. She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock, stroking it rough and fast.

I reached between her legs and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She was soaked. I fingered her hard while she kept pumping my cock.

“You think you can control this?” she said, breathing fast.

I sat up suddenly and flipped us over. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and sucked hard on her nipple. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me. I rubbed my cock against her wet pussy but didn’t push in yet. She struggled and managed to roll us again so she was back on top.

Elena grabbed my cock, lined it up, and sank down hard. She took all of me in one move.

I groaned loud. She started riding me fast and aggressive, bouncing up and down. Her tits bounced with every movement. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, trying to take back control.

We kept fighting like that. She rode me hard. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, sucking on her neck and biting her shoulder. 

She pushed me back down and rode me even faster. Her pussy was tight and dripping down my cock.

I suddenly rolled us over again and got on top. I hooked her legs over my arms and fucked her deep and fast. 

The bed banged against the wall. Elena scratched my back hard with her nails. I kissed her roughly, our tongues fighting as I pounded into her pussy.

“Mine,” I growled against her mouth.

She bit my lip again. “Ours.”

I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. I slammed back inside her from behind. I fucked her with deep, punishing strokes while I reached around and rubbed her clit.

Elena pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. I slapped her ass once, twice, then gripped her hips tighter.

She came hard like that, her pussy squeezing my cock in strong pulses. I kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. When her orgasm finished, she pulled forward and turned around.

She pushed me onto my back again and climbed on top, facing away from me this time. She lowered herself onto my cock reverse cowgirl and started riding me again, fast and wild. I had a perfect view of her ass bouncing on my cock.

I sat up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her chest. I thrust up hard while she moved down. 

We moved together like that, desperate and rough. I pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit at the same time.

Elena came a second time, moaning loud. Her body shook against me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, gripped her hips, and fucked her with everything I had left.

I pulled out at the last second and came hard across her ass and lower back in thick, long ropes.
I pulled her against my chest and kissed her forehead.

Neither of us spoke for a long time.

My phone buzzed on the table. I reached for it.

A message from Sienna. I read it once. Then read it again.

Dr Lena Voss. Sienna had implemented a standard background check protocol on every professional brought into the legitimate operation after the listening device discovery. The check on Voss had returned an hour ago.

Voss had a documented relationship with the Bruni family predating her engagement with my operation by eight months.

Three payments from a Bruni-adjacent account to a holding company connected to her professional firm. The amounts were not alarming individually. The consistency and the timing were both alarming.

She had been inside the legitimate restructuring for three weeks. She had swept the offices. She had received the Victor evidence file. She had the capitalization documentation in its complete form.

She had the full picture of everything we were building.

I handed Elena the phone.

She read it. She put the phone down on the table between us.

"She has been leaking to the Bruni family," she said.

"Yes," I said.

She looked at the screen for a moment longer. "How long has she had the capitalization file," she said.

"Since yesterday," I said.

"Then the Bruni family has it since yesterday," she said.

I was already calling Sienna.