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Zorah followed the group into the house aware there was a lot of hostility coming from both Keturah and Orlando. She and Chester sat side by side in the Escalade on the way back and the way Keturah kept shooting her curious glances was putting Orlando on edge. Clearly, he didn’t like the fact Keturah was not only suspicious but also judging Zorah.
It took almost ninety minutes to reach the house and when they did, Orlando had a full team taking Keturah into the living room.
“I want her searched for weaponry. She is a Lucchesi after all.”
“She’s actually going to be co-lead on my security team when we go back to New York.” Zorah added. “Keturah, do either Icaro or Vodingo know you’re here?”
“No. They were so wrapped up trying to find out who took you none of them actually followed the lead,” she rolled her eyes. “Of course, it might also be because Icaro, the future Don of our family was incapacitated and so the focus is going to always be on him and his recovery over you. When he told me I’d be your security, Zorah, I took it seriously. He has enough of a team covering him. You were being assigned to me. I started earlier than anticipated but what else did I have to do? It’s not like I can go back to a Walrus owned club anytime soon.”
“Why not?”
“Icaro forbade any Lucchesi from entering a Giarre location, especially me, since my father was trying to marry me off to one of them. The Walrus’s clubs are the best clubs so there was no point in me partying until I get to America and find another place to have fun.”
“And are you having fun?” Orlando asked as he followed the crew into the space. One of the men was using a metal detector similar to the kind one would see at an airline checkpoint.
“You already did this to me before I got in the car,” Keturah smacked at the man frustratedly.
“You are a Lucchesi, Keturah and frankly, I don’t fucking trust you, not when you are in my house where my niece is.” He motioned to one of the men, “did you find her car?”
“It’s a rental and nothing in it. She has no weapons in the car or on her person,” the man waving the baton around her commented with a sigh.
“I am the weapon, asshole.”
“As you get escorted into my house,” Orlando snorted mockingly.
Zorah’s breath caught as without further ado, Keturah did a spinning kick, and sent two men flying backwards, smacked another in the throat dropping him to his knees, pulled a gun off a fourth and then levelled it at Orlando’s stoic face and all in less than twenty seconds.
“As I said, I am the weapon.” She looked at Zorah, “now, are you sure you want to stay here, and you’re not being held against your will because I would happily pull the trigger on any of them and get you out of here. All you have to do is give me a nod.”
“Holy cow, that was really sexy,” Shay’s voice called from behind Zorah. She leaned her head to the side and looked at Chester, “I really like her. Can we keep her? Please?”
Orlando stepped forward and walked right up to Keturah, so the gun was flush to his chest. Keturah, to her credit, didn’t flinch and simply pulled the safety back. At Orlando’s quirked eyebrow, she shot back a smirk of her own.
“I feel like I’m watching foreplay, and I only learned what this was in the last couple of weeks,” Zorah mock-whispered to Shay. Both women giggled while Keturah grunted.
“Not foreplay. Now, dancing in his blood, I might consider foreplay,” she looked Orlando over, “though, I don’t usually do all American dudes who probably were the high school quarterback and dated the homecoming queen. You’re too pretty to be attractive, really.”
When Orlando made a move to try to take the gun off Keturah, she managed to dodge him effortlessly and in seconds put him on the floor, the gun pointed at the back of his head and spoke briskly, “order your men to stand down. If I die, I take you with me, Orlando.” She snorted, “what kind of name is Orlando anyway? Did your parents lack creativity?”
“It’s where they conceived him.” Chester was suddenly bored with the entire situation and he and Dane flipped to sit on a sofa as Orlando hissed at the pair of them. “Dude, she’s literally the only one who was smart enough to take care of my daughter. I like her. She stays. Apologize so she can let you off the floor.”
“I apologize,” Orlando didn’t stretch it out. “Not let me up and give my man back his weapon.”
Zorah moved to sit next to Chester, “he gave in far too easily.”
“I think it’s because it’s hard to lay flat on the floor face down when your dick is so hard,” Shay commented dryly.
“Ew,” Keturah let the gun dangle from her fingertip and passed it over to one of the men who was rubbing his reddened jaw. She lifted her foot off Orlando’s back and made a show of shuddering with disgust, “is your dick hard for me, Florida?”
“Not even remotely.” Orlando held his hand out for her to help him up. “Shall we start over?”
“No.” Keturah ignored his outstretched hand and moved to sit opposite Zorah. “He’s really your father?” She pointed at Chester.
“Yes. I have the DNA information around here somewhere.” Zorah shrugged as she exchanged a glance with Keturah. “Can you teach me this?”
“No.” Keturah shook her head. “Zorah, you don’t like violence. You get upset with Icaro when things go sideways with you present. I don’t want you exposed to anything which will keep you awake at night or make you feel sick. It’s my job to keep you safe.”
“It was really cool though.”
“Why is it cool when I do it but when Icaro did it in your honeymoon suite or in his great-grandparent’s dining room, it was not? You put my cousin on trial and made him guilty for the way he protects you Zorah but when I do it, it’s sexy?”
Zorah shrugged, “you didn’t actually pull a trigger. You simply disabled everyone.”
“I would kill for you Zorah because it is my job. Icaro would do it because you are his beloved wife. You should like his actions more than mine.” She looked at Orlando, “do you normally leave guests in your home thirsty after a workout or were you raised in a barn, Florida?”
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