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Walking into the warehouse and killing the group of men, it had to have been in less than five minutes.
I still feel jittery as we get back into the car and make our way back to the compound. By the time we pull into the driveway, my blood is still pumping, my heart racing, my dick growing hard.
Power. It’s the fucking power.
Killing has never brought me any joy.
It was a necessary, detached task that Ihadto do.
But there’s something about being with the Costa Family that makes it feel different.
Pure unadulterated fucking power.
I keep my gaze low as we move into the house. No one said anything on the ride home as if this is a normal occurrence for them.
It probably fucking is.
“He did okay,” Giovanni finally says to Maximo when we enter the house. He pretends as if I’m not even in the room, not bothering to spare me a glance. “He’ll live to see another day.”
Vito lets out a small snort before muttering, “Not if he allows Maximo to get his hands on him.”
“It’d be a glorious death though,” Maximo cuts in.
Vito aims a glare at him.
“Don’t start,” Giovani tells the two before looking back at me. “You’re dismissed to your room. You can come back out when there’s another job for you.”
I’ve never felt so belittled with as few words and I was in the military for fuck’s sake. But the frothy look that Giovanni sends me, his eyes narrowed slightly tells me that hewantsme to talk back.
If I thought the warehouse was the only test I needed to pass, I was wrong.
He needs to know that I can blindly take orders.
I nod shortly, making my way up the stairs even as I hear their chatter resume.
I head straight to the shower, closing myself up in the bathroom as I heave a deep breathe.
My dick had managed to calm down for a few seconds but it’s already growing hard again.
I strip, turning on the warm water and hopping into the shower.
I grab the base of my dick, letting my head fall back as the hot water hits my shoulders. I stroke my shaft, my hands trembling slightly. I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears. And my heart is going wild.
I continue to stroke myself, growing more aroused. Precum mixes with water. Unbidden, brown eyes pop into my mind and I gasp slightly.
Shit.
Too much friction.
I go to grab the soap and when my hand comes up empty, my eyes open and I find myself looking right into the eyes that’d been invading my head.
My hand stops.
Maximo’s eyes slowly drop downward before he glances back up, holding my gaze. “I told you once before,” his voice is lower than usual, hypnotic, “don’t stop on my account.”
CHAPTER TEN: ENZO
I think my hand moves on its own accord.
