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Lawson had no idea Blake and Daisy were talking about him behind his back. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't have cared.
Girls' conversations could get just as wild as the guys'—sometimes even wilder.
He had planned to have lunch with Blake and then drop her back at school (she had no classes that morning), but Svafa's call forced him to scrap the idea.
The female assassin Svafa had lined up wanted to meet at noon to lock in the details. Plus, Lawson had stood Svafa up the night before, so he owed her some "compensation" with interest.
Man… being him was rough.
The meeting spot was a quiet café. Lawson sat there stirring his coffee, bored out of his mind.
The agreed time came and went, but no assassin showed. He frowned.
Killers were supposed to be punctual. Being late didn't fit the profile.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
A woman in a striking red dress suddenly appeared and greeted him.
Lawson had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed her approach, but his nose caught a light, expensive perfume.
"Sorry, I'm meeting someone."
He answered on autopilot, then finally looked up.
Standing in front of him was a tall, insanely curvaceous beauty with classic East European features. But what really grabbed attention was the blindingly white cleavage on full display.
Even after spending time around Svafa and Blake's world-class assets, Lawson had to admit—this woman was operating on another level.
Still, no matter how gorgeous she was, he wasn't letting her sit. He had business.
The woman in red ignored his refusal and sat down anyway.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Eva Koreykosova."
(Eva Koreykosova, played by Vickie Krikx)
Lawson's brow furrowed, then he pieced it together.
"You're the one Svafa sent—"
"Yes. You must be Mr. Lawson."
He nodded, expression turning strange.
The woman in front of him was breathtaking, with a body built for sin. Why the hell would someone like her choose to be an assassin?
Money? Probably. But with that face and figure she could've made bank in movies or modeling without risking her life every day.
Not his problem, though. He got straight to business.
"Ms. Koreykosova, I assume Svafa already gave you the basics of the job?"
Eva rested her chin on one hand, staring at him with an oddly intense gaze.
"Yes."
"I need you to provide close protection for a woman for about a month. It's probably different from your usual work, but we can negotiate the fee."
He was spending Old Martin's money anyway—Lawson didn't feel a single pang of guilt.
"Hmm. The money's negotiable. I'm basically on vacation anyway. But I have one question, and I want an honest answer."
"Ask."
Lawson took a sip of his coffee. It had gone cold and tasted like disappointment.
"Have you slept with Big Sis Svafa?"
"Pfft!"
Eva's words caught him completely off guard. Coffee sprayed everywhere.
Thankfully Eva had lightning reflexes—she snatched the magazine off the table and blocked most of it. Her speed and precision proved she wasn't just talk.
"Sorry! Sorry!"
Lawson grabbed napkins, then realized it might be inappropriate to wipe her down himself. Eva took them from his hand and cleaned herself.
"Looks like I guessed right."
"Ahem! Ms. Koreykosova, let's not joke about that. Svafa and I are just friends."
Eva clearly didn't buy it.
"Heh. Friends don't make Svafa cash in a favor. You two are definitely more than friends."
Eva obviously had a close relationship with Svafa—she even called her "Big Sis." Both women were from Northern/Eastern Europe, so maybe there was some real history there. Lawson decided to be honest.
"Well… yeah, I'm pretty close with Lindsey."
Close enough to know every inch of each other, sure.
Eva flashed a cheeky peace sign.
"I knew it! I have to tell the other sisters about this!"
She was genuinely excited and even wanted to take a photo of him while asking all kinds of extremely bold questions about Svafa.
Some of them were so explicit Lawson actually felt flustered.
Like how often they went "double time" and how long each session lasted.
Desperate to change the subject, he forced the conversation back to the job.
"Ms. Koreykosova, about the protection detail I mentioned—"
"I'll take it. Pay me whatever you think is fair. I already got the favor from Big Sis Svafa anyway."
So Svafa's favor really was worth that much.
Since Eva put it that way, Lawson didn't hold back. He decided to take her straight to the Bonanno estate.
"You don't want to test my skills first?"
Even though Eva looked more like a supermodel than a killer (okay, supermodels didn't usually have this much up top), Lawson trusted Svafa's judgment.
"No need. I trust Lindsey. Let's go."
"Lawson, you're finally back!"
Sofia had gotten used to falling asleep in Lawson's arms. Last night without him, she couldn't sleep at all.
The sudden partial control of the Bonanno family had put massive pressure on her.
But when she saw Lawson walk in with a stunning, sexy woman beside him, her expression changed instantly.
"Who is she?"
"Sofia, let me introduce you. This is the close-protection bodyguard I hired for you—Ms. Eva Koreykosova. Ms. Koreykosova, this is the woman you'll be protecting: Sofia."
"Hello, Ms. Sofia."
Eva extended her hand, but Sofia clearly didn't trust this bombshell who had suddenly appeared next to Lawson.
"Lawson, you say she's a bodyguard? With a body like that, who is she supposed to protect?"
Lawson looked at Eva, a little helpless.
"Ms. Koreykosova, Sofia seems skeptical. Maybe give her a quick demo?"
"Sure thing."
Eva moved like a cheetah in heels. She charged the wall, planted her feet, ran three steps straight up it, then launched into a powerful spinning kick.
It was pure action-movie magic. Lawson couldn't help clapping.
"Perfect!"
Even professional stunt performers usually needed wires for moves like that. Eva had done it clean, no safety gear. Her skills were no joke.
"Eh. It was nothing."
But the first impression had been bad. Sofia still wasn't convinced Eva was a real bodyguard—she thought the woman had tricked Lawson.
There was also a deeper insecurity at play: Sofia worried her man might be stolen by someone this gorgeous.
Lawson was about to reassure her when Eva spoke first.
"Mr. Lawson, leave this to me. Woman-to-woman stuff is better handled between women."
"You sure you're good?"
"Of course. I've dealt with difficult clients before."
That was true. People who hired professional assassins were usually politicians or billionaires—master manipulators. Closing deals with them was always a headache.
Tail payments were even worse—plenty of "smart" clients tried every trick to skip the final invoice, just like shady contractors.
Eva's confidence finally eased Sofia a little. She agreed to accept the female bodyguard.
Sofia had a guest room prepared for Eva, then pulled Lawson into the study to talk business.
"Lawson, I had people look into St. Martin's Bank. A huge sum of money did flow in last month, but the family couldn't dig up the exact details."
Most Mafia members weren't highly educated. Francis being a lawyer had made him a rare talent, which was why Old Martin trusted him so much and made him consigliere.
Too bad ambition, once it took root, spread faster than cancer.
"Having the Mafia investigate this is tricky. Francis still hasn't talked?"
"No. Black Sonny worked on him all day yesterday, but he won't say a word."
"Trouble. Looks like we need to prepare for the worst."
"What do you mean?"
Lawson didn't answer. Some things were better if Sofia didn't know.
"How much liquid cash does the family have left?"
"Enough to last until next month at most."
"That tight?"
"Business has been chaotic the last two months. Revenue took a big hit."
Once a landslide started, it only picked up speed. The Bonanno family seemed to be sliding the same way.
The pressure was clearly keeping Sofia up at night.
Lawson could only pull her into his arms and comfort her.
"Sofia, relax. I'll find a way."
Once she calmed down, Lawson went to see Francis Ricci again.
Francis looked far worse now—covered in bruises, cuts, and several broken fingers twisted at ugly angles. Just looking at him hurt.
"You again!"
Francis glared at Lawson, still burning from the memory of him getting cozy with Sofia.
Lawson smiled and walked over, offering a 15-cent cigarette.
Francis obviously didn't want anything from him, but every part of his body ached. Nicotine would at least dull the pain a little, so he shakily took it with his unbroken hand and put it between his lips.
Lawson lit it for him with the nuclear lighter.
The moment the smoke hit his lungs, the pain vanished. Francis looked surprised.
"You spiked the cigarette?"
"No. Just an Eastern herbal blend for pain relief."
"Heh. Even if you did, who cares? I don't have many days left anyway. Might as well get high while I can."
Francis knew the cigarette was clean—his head actually felt clearer after smoking it—but he still acted defeated.
A man who wasn't afraid of death was almost impossible to threaten.
"Francis Ricci, let's make a deal. Give me the money and I'll secretly let you go."
Francis sneered.
"Let me go? What kind of game is this? You release me, then have someone kill me on the way out? I'm not stupid enough to fall for that."
"What if I hand you over to the FBI?"
"Useless. Prison is still a death sentence for me."
Francis was crystal clear on his situation. He was in a dead-end game. All he could do was live one more day at a time.
"Don't you want to change your fate? You're only twenty-eight. Still so young. Your life shouldn't end here!"
Lawson activated the Clown Trump Card, letting his voice carry that strange, magnetic power to soften Francis's will.
The words had some effect. Francis fell silent, eyes glazing over.
Only when the cigarette burned down to the filter did he snap back.
"Can I have another?"
Lawson handed him a second 15-cent cigarette.
Francis took a deep drag, then looked at Lawson with hollow eyes.
"Do you really think I still have a future?"
"Maybe. Who knows? But if you give up now, your life really does end here."
Francis's eyes flickered. He gave Lawson a twisted smile.
"I moved the Bonanno family's gold, bearer bonds, and stocks into the vault at St. Martin's Bank. Only I can access them in person. You brave enough to try?"
No, he wasn't. The second Francis stepped inside that bank, he could slip the family's control at any moment.
"I'll find a way."
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bonus lemon non cannon
"You don't want to test my skills first?" Eva asked, her voice dropping into a velvet purr that wrapped around him like silk sheets. She leaned forward across the café table, the deep V of her red dress parting just enough to reveal the creamy inner curves of her breasts. The expensive perfume she wore—something with notes of jasmine and dark vanilla—drifted over him again, stronger now.
Lawson paused, one hand on the back of his chair. He'd meant to walk out, call a car, and get this protection detail rolling. But Eva's eyes, a striking hazel flecked with gold, held him. There was challenge in them, and something hotter. Playful danger.
"Test your skills?" he echoed, keeping his tone light. "I already told you, I trust Svafa's judgment."
Eva stood up slowly, unfolding her tall, hourglass figure like a weapon being unsheathed. At least 5'10" in those strappy heels, she towered over most women and matched Lawson's height eye-to-eye. Her hips swayed with natural confidence as she circled the small table and stopped inches from him. The café was quiet, just a few scattered patrons lost in their laptops, but the air between them felt charged.
"Not those skills, Mr. Lawson," she whispered, her full lips curving into a mischievous smile. "The important ones. The ones that make Big Sis Svafa cash in favors and look all dreamy when your name comes up. I need to know if you're worth the hype before I put my life on the line guarding your little mafia princess."
Lawson's eyebrow arched. "You're serious."
"Deadly." Eva's fingers brushed his chest, tracing the line of his shirt collar. "Kiss me. Right now. Show me how you handle a woman like me. If you're half as good as I suspect, I'll follow you anywhere. If not…" She shrugged, the motion making her cleavage shift hypnotically. "I'll still take the job. But I'll tease you mercilessly the whole month."
This was insane. They were in a public café. Yet Lawson felt heat coil low in his gut. Eva was a force—curvaceous, lethal, and utterly unashamed. Her body was built like a fertility goddess sculpted for temptation: wide hips, tiny waist, and breasts so full and round they strained against the thin red fabric. He could see the faint outline of her nipples already hardening under his gaze.
"Fine," he said, voice rougher than he intended. "But make it quick."
Eva laughed softly, a rich, throaty sound. "Quick? Oh, honey. I don't do quick."
She slid her hands up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as she pulled him down. Their lips met—soft at first, testing. Eva's mouth was warm, plush, tasting faintly of the sweet espresso she'd ordered earlier. She parted her lips immediately, inviting him deeper, and Lawson took the cue. He cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head as he kissed her harder, tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate dance.
Eva moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him. She pressed her body flush against his, those massive, soft breasts crushing against his chest. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, heavy, yielding yet firm. Her nipples were stiff peaks now, rubbing through the thin layers of clothing as she rocked subtly against him.
"Mmm," she purred when they broke for air, lips glistening. "Not bad. But that was just the warm-up."
Before Lawson could respond, she kissed him again, this time with raw hunger. Her tongue explored his mouth aggressively, sucking on his lower lip, nipping it gently with her teeth. One of her hands slipped down his back, grabbing his ass and pulling him tighter so he could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. Lawson's free hand instinctively slid to her waist, then lower, gripping the generous curve of her hip through the dress.
The kiss grew deeper, wetter. Eva's breathing quickened. She ground against him slowly, deliberately, letting him feel the softness of her belly and the way her body molded perfectly to his. Lawson's blood rushed south; he was getting hard, and there was no hiding it against her. Eva noticed immediately and smiled against his lips.
"Good boy," she whispered between kisses. "I can feel how much you like this."
She tilted her head, attacking his neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking lightly on the skin just below his ear. Her hand wandered boldly between them, palm pressing flat against the growing bulge in his pants. She gave a teasing squeeze, stroking the outline with her fingers through the fabric.
"Big Sis wasn't exaggerating," Eva murmured, voice husky. "You're packing. I wonder how you taste…"
Lawson groaned, his hand sliding up to cup one of her heavy breasts. It overflowed his palm, soft and impossibly full. He kneaded it gently, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple, and Eva arched into his touch with a breathy gasp.
"Fuck, Eva…"
"Shh. Don't stop." She kissed him again, deeper, tongues tangling as her hand continued its slow, teasing strokes. The café faded into background noise. All that existed was the wet heat of her mouth, the press of her voluptuous body, and the electric friction building between them.
She broke the kiss only to bite his lower lip, tugging it before soothing it with her tongue. "You're good with your mouth. But I bet you're even better with other things. Tell me—does Svafa let you fuck these tits? Because I would."
The words sent a jolt through him. Lawson's grip tightened on her breast, squeezing harder, feeling the weight bounce back. Eva's eyes fluttered half-closed in pleasure.
"Keep going," she urged, voice low and filthy. "Test me back. Touch me like you mean it."
His hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of her ass, then dipping between her thighs from behind. The dress was short enough that he could feel the bare skin just below the hem. Eva was wearing a thong—he could tell by the thin strip of fabric. She was already damp; he could feel the heat through it.
"Naughty," she whispered, nipping his jaw. "Right here in the café? You're bolder than I thought."
Lawson pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. His heart was pounding, cock throbbing against her hand. "You started this."
"And I'm not finished." Eva gave him one last deep, lingering kiss—slow and sensual, tongues stroking in lazy circles—before stepping back with a wicked grin. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, and her dress was slightly disheveled, one strap slipping off her shoulder to reveal even more cleavage.
She adjusted it casually, as if she hadn't just been grinding on him in public. "Skills confirmed. You pass with flying colors, Mr. Lawson. I'm officially intrigued."
Lawson cleared his throat, adjusting his pants discreetly. "You're trouble."
"The best kind." Eva linked her arm through his, pressing her breast against his bicep as they left the café. "Now take me to this Bonanno estate. I want to meet the girl who's got you playing knight in shining armor."
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The drive to the estate was thick with tension. Eva sat in the passenger seat of Lawson's car, legs crossed, the red dress riding high on her thighs. Every few minutes she'd reach over, trailing her fingers along his thigh or brushing "accidentally" against the still-sensitive bulge in his lap.
"Eyes on the road," she teased when he glanced over. But her own gaze kept drifting downward. "Though I wouldn't mind pulling over for a more thorough test…"
Lawson gripped the wheel tighter. "We have business."
"Business can wait five minutes. Or ten." She leaned over the console, her breasts resting heavily on his arm. "I could suck you off right here. I'm very good with my mouth too."
The image flashed through his mind—Eva's full lips wrapped around him, those hazel eyes looking up while she took him deep. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Later," he managed.
Eva pouted playfully but behaved the rest of the drive, humming a sultry tune under her breath.
When they arrived at the Bonanno estate, Sofia was waiting. The moment she saw Lawson with the stunning red-dressed bombshell, her eyes narrowed.
"Who is she?"
Lawson introduced them quickly. Sofia's skepticism was immediate, especially when Eva extended a perfectly manicured hand.
"Bodyguard? With a body like that?"
Eva smiled sweetly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
She performed the wall-run and spinning kick flawlessly, landing with cat-like grace. Lawson clapped, but Sofia still looked unconvinced—partly from doubt, partly from raw jealousy. This woman was sex incarnate, and she'd just walked in on Lawson's arm.
Eva noticed. She stepped closer to Sofia, voice softening into a professional yet warm tone. "Mr. Lawson, let me handle this woman-to-woman."
Sofia reluctantly agreed. While Eva was shown to her guest room, Lawson followed Sofia into the study for the update on St. Martin's Bank and Francis.
But Eva didn't stay away long.
That evening, after dinner, she found Lawson alone in the hallway outside Sofia's rooms. Sofia had gone to bed early, exhausted from stress.
"Miss me?" Eva whispered, backing him against the wall. The estate was quiet, lights dim.
"Eva, we can't—"
She silenced him with a kiss—deeper and more demanding than the one in the café. Her hands roamed freely now, no public eyes watching. One slipped under his shirt, nails grazing his abs, while the other cupped him boldly through his pants, stroking firmly.
"You've been hard for hours," she murmured against his lips. "Let me take care of it. Consider it part of the service."
Lawson's resistance crumbled. He kissed her back fiercely, hands filling themselves with her breasts, squeezing and lifting them, thumbs circling her nipples until she whimpered. Eva dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, unzipping him with practiced ease.
Her mouth was heaven—hot, wet, and eager. She took him deep immediately, humming around his length as her tongue swirled. Those massive breasts pressed against his thighs as she bobbed her head, one hand stroking what she couldn't fit, the other massaging his balls.
"Fuck, Eva…" Lawson groaned, fingers threading through her hair.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Taste even better than I imagined. Come down my throat whenever you're ready."
She dove back in, sucking harder, faster, cheeks hollowing. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her thong as she pleasured him. The wet sounds echoed softly in the hallway.
Lawson lasted longer than he expected, but the sight of this voluptuous assassin on her knees, worshipping him with her mouth, pushed him over. He came hard, hips bucking as Eva swallowed every drop, eyes locked on his with pure satisfaction.
She licked him clean, then stood, kissing him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
"Consider that a preview," she whispered. "Now go comfort your Sofia. I'll be in my room… thinking about round two."
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Over the next few days, Eva settled into her role as Sofia's bodyguard with professional efficiency during the day. She shadowed the young mafia heiress everywhere—meetings, inspections of family businesses, even light training sessions where she taught Sofia basic self-defense.
But at night, or in stolen moments, Eva turned up the heat on Lawson.
One afternoon in the garden, while Sofia was on a call, Eva pulled Lawson behind a tall hedge. "Quick test," she said, yanking her dress down to free her breasts. They spilled out, heavy and perfect, nipples stiff in the breeze.
"Suck them," she ordered.
Lawson obeyed, burying his face between them, licking and sucking each nipple while Eva moaned quietly, grinding against his thigh. She came from that alone, thighs clamping around his leg, whispering filthy praise about how good his mouth felt.
Another night, after a tense family meeting, Eva slipped into Lawson's room while Sofia slept. She wore nothing but a sheer black robe.
"Tonight I want to ride you," she said, pushing him onto the bed.
She straddled him, guiding his cock into her tight, soaking heat. Eva was incredibly wet and surprisingly tight despite her curves. She rode him slowly at first, rolling her hips in sensual waves, her massive breasts bouncing with every movement. Lawson reached up, groping them, pinching her nipples as she picked up speed.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me like you fuck Big Sis."
He flipped her onto her back, pounding into her deep and fast. Eva's legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back. Her moans grew louder until Lawson had to cover her mouth with his hand. She bit his palm as she came, walls clenching around him rhythmically.
They went three rounds that night—missionary, doggy (where her ass looked incredible), and finally her on top again, tits smothering his face as she ground down to another shattering orgasm.
Eva never interfered with Lawson's relationship with Sofia. In fact, she encouraged it. "She needs you," she'd say after their secret sessions. "But I need this too. We can share… for now."
Sofia remained unaware, though she grew more affectionate with Lawson, sensing his renewed energy. The protection detail ran smoothly. Eva's skills proved invaluable when a minor rival faction tried to test the Bonanno family's weakened state. She neutralized three intruders single-handedly—one with the same acrobatic kick she'd demonstrated, the others with precise, brutal efficiency.
Meanwhile, Lawson continued working on Francis. The traitor's resistance was cracking under the combination of pain, isolation, and Lawson's occasional "herbal" cigarettes laced with just enough suggestion. Francis eventually revealed more access codes and safe deposit details.
With Eva's help—both professional and very personal—Lawson stabilized the family's finances. Money began flowing back. Sofia's stress eased.
Yet Eva's "skill tests" never stopped. She'd corner him in the shower, drop to her knees under the water, or sneak into his study for a bent-over-the-desk quickie, her dress hiked up, thong pulled aside as he thrust into her from behind.
One particularly risque afternoon, while Sofia was out for a rare spa visit (with two other guards), Eva had Lawson sit on the couch in the main lounge.
She stripped slowly, revealing every inch of her perfect body—shaved smooth, glistening with arousal. Then she climbed onto his lap facing away, reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto him with a long moan.
"Watch us in the mirror," she commanded, nodding toward the large wall mirror across the room.
Lawson watched her reflection—those enormous breasts bouncing wildly, her face contorted in ecstasy, his cock disappearing into her again and again. Eva reached back, spreading herself wider, letting him go deeper. She came twice like that before demanding he finish on her tits.
He did—thick ropes painting her cleavage as she pressed them together, milking him dry.
"Perfect," she sighed, scooping some up and licking it off her finger. "You really were born with divine strength… everywhere."
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