The Queen Mafia : Vengeance Footstep

Repayment

Louise looked up at Claude, who was holding out her pajama top. She had moved from the dining area to the sofa in the mansion’s living room. She was holding an iPad, reading some reports Nico had sent her.

“It’s raining harder outside, you’ll get cold without a top like that,” said Claude.

“I’m fine,” Louise replied as she took the pajama top and then simply set it aside, clearly not interested in putting it on.

“Are you used to this, or are you just trying to test me?” Claude asked, once again sitting down beside her without asking permission.

“Both,” Louise retorted.

“What if I fail the test?” Claude asked again.

Louise set the iPad down in her hand, then leaned toward Claude, whose eyes darkened as he gazed at the woman’s ample chest in front of him.

“Just think of this as an advance payment for your help in my pursuit,” said Louise.

“I’ll need more than this, then, Louise,” Claude replied in a low voice.

“We’ve only met twice and you’re already so interested, hm?” Louise said teasingly.

“Only a fool wouldn’t be interested in you. I’m a normal guy,” Claude retorted.

“So? What do you want now?” Louise asked again.

“Everything,” Claude replied.

"I already told you this is a down payment," Louise replied.

Claude didn’t answer right away. With one arm, he pulled Louise’s body closer to him, leaving almost no space between his bare chest and Louise’s, which was still covered by her bra.

Louise’s hands reflexively pushed him away to keep their bodies from pressing completely together. She smiled slightly as she watched Claude struggle harder and harder to resist her temptation.

She then raised one hand, running her fingers along Claude’s jaw, causing him to close his eyes and growl.

“Don’t tease me any more than this, Louise.”

When his eyes opened, Claude didn’t give Louise a chance to react. He brought his face closer, pressing his lips against hers. When he received no response from Louise—who was still processing what he’d done—Claude gently bit her lower lip, which immediately gave him access to deepen their kiss.

Claude’s hand rose, cupping Louise’s neck as the kiss grew more intense. The next thing Louise realized was that she was lying on her back on the sofa with Claude nearly on top of her.

The man trailed his kisses down her jawline, along her collarbone, and all the way to the top of her chest, leaving several marks on her smooth, pale skin.

“Claude…”

“Ahn!”

Louise couldn’t hold back a moan as Claude sucked on her hardened n****e through her bra. His hand then gently pulled the right side of the bra covering her breast, just enough to reveal one of Louise’s bare breasts.

Louise’s moans grew louder as she felt Claude’s warm lips and tongue sweep over her n****e. He was like a thirsty baby. Just as Claude was about to completely remove the last piece of fabric covering Louise’s beautiful breast, the ringing of his cell phone suddenly broke their concentration.

“Claude, your phone. It might be important,” Louise admonished, holding back the man’s head—who had clearly just decided to ignore it—so they could continue their steamy activity.

“Ugh!” the man clicked his tongue in annoyance before sitting up and reaching for the phone he’d placed on the table next to the sofa.

“I hope you have a good reason for bothering me, Stevan,” he said immediately as soon as the call connected.

Louise, who was listening while straightening her clothes—and this time actually putting on her top—simply shook her head. She then got up from the sofa and would have left Claude there if she hadn’t heard Stevan’s words coming through the phone’s speaker.

“The man who called Stallone is trying to make contact with the Camorra. That might be why he’s getting close to Alexis. The head of his family has a fairly close relationship with the head of the Camorra family. Also, I suspect he is the one you looking for, Lionel Baldwin.”

“Where did this information come from?” asked Claude.

“An FBI agent I know saw him visit Oliver Camorra several times at a heavily guarded bar,” Stevan explained.

“Stevan. May I call you that?” Louise interrupted the two of them.

“Sure, Miss,” Stevan replied.

“Can you track his whereabouts based on his last visit to the bar?” Louise asked again.

“Unfortunately, no. Either he’s using a disposable cell phone or he has technology that can mask his location,” said Stevan.

Louise nodded in understanding, “All right.”

The woman then took out her own cell phone and called Rick. When he answered, Louise said immediately,

“Set up a meeting for me with Oliver Camorra. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken with that old man.”