Page 54 of Massimo


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I went around the car as he brushed the broken glass off the seat onto the ground, got in, and adjusted the driver’s seat.

Even with it back as far as it would go, his legs were crammed up next to the wheel. He looked like a regular-sized person in a clown car.

He leaned over and unlocked the passenger door so I could get in. Then he took out the knife he’d pulled off the mercenary’s body and used it to pop off a plastic compartment under the steering wheel.

He fiddled with some wires – and ten seconds later, the engine roared to life.

Well, ‘roared’ is a bit strong.

More like ‘coughed and wheezed to life.’

He looked over at me, oh so pleased with himself – like I told you so.

“Wow,” I said in a flat voice. “Great. You stole a piece of shit on wheels. Congratulations.”

He glowered at me, backed the car out, and we started down the road.

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This girl was seriously pissing me off.

She complained about EVERYTHING – even down to the car we were stealing.

Seriously?!

What the fuck did she think we were going to get – a Bentley?

And the attitude –

The sarcasm –

The constant eye-rolling –

I wanted to bend her over my knee and smack the shit out of her ass.

I put that out of my mind, though.

I couldn’t have her telling the Widow about that sort of thing.

And…

Well…

She had a fantastic ass, which made me think about it all the more.

I’d rather enjoyed spanking her back at the university – and not just putting her in her place, either.

The feel of my palm slapping her ass cheeks –

The jiggle of her flesh under my hand –

But that was over.

Done with.

From here on out, it was pure professionalism.

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