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“That was different.” He dragged both hands through his hair, leaving the strands messy. “I can actually kill this stronzo and end it today. I don’t want to wait.”

I unzipped my jacket and threw it over a chair back. “Do I need to calm you down with a blow job?”

“Yes,” he said instantly. “But I want to hear what you learned first.”

Over lunch I filled him in about Nino, the mistress, and her tiny villa. “Idiota,” he sneered. “Thinking with his dick.”

“Oh, and you didn’t? In nightclubs, risking your safety to get your dick sucked?”

Leaning forward, he slipped an olive into my mouth. “It was worth it just to meet you in Málaga. Dai, I thought you would suck my soul out through the head of my cock.”

“No, just your brains.”

He chuckled. “Very possibly. So, we are doing this tonight, no? We’ll go to the mistress’s house and wait for Nino there.”

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck.” Raising his arms over his head, he stretched. The t-shirt he wore, expensive and tight, pulled over his lean muscles. I never got tired of looking at him.

Never had I imagined we would be together, that I would love this man with every molecule in my body. Or that he would love me back. It seemed like a gift I didn’t deserve.

I didn’t know how to have a boyfriend. Giulio was my first. But I would do anything for him, go anywhere with him. Whatever he needed, I would keep him safe. If he wanted to run drugs in Málaga, then I would be right by his side, making sure no one fucked with him.

And Enzo D’Agostino would keep my secret in exchange for me keeping his.

I would take that to my grave. No one would ever know, especially not Giulio. How could he love the man who almost killed his father?

“What are you thinking about?” Giulio finished his wine and set the glass on the table. “You drifted off somewhere.”

I evaded the question. “What will you do if Nikolai says no to Málaga?” The pakhan hadn’t given us an answer before we left his yacht. He told Giulio he’d think it over and “be in touch.”

“I’m not sure. We can’t take on Martiñez and Golubev alone. And the ’Ndrangheta isn’t established there, so I can’t go to them for help. Maybe choose another city? I can keep going with the low-level sales.”

“I thought you wanted to put down roots.”

“I do.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his leg. “What do you think we should do? Where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you decide. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”

“That is a very sweet answer. Will you still accept assassination jobs?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“You would give that up for me?”

How was he even surprised? “Of course. I’m not going to disappear for a few weeks at a time and leave you unprotected. If you’re doing something dangerous, then I’m sticking by your side.”

The side of his mouth curled. “You love me.”

“I do. Very much.”

“Va bene.” He checked his wristwatch. “It’s time to lay down and fuck, no?”

“You have a one track mind,” I said. Then I decided to tease him. “Maybe we should discuss tonight. Make a plan for how we will kill Nino after the sun goes down.”

“Wrong.” Rising, he came around the table and wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck. He squeezed. “Right now you are going to swallow my dick and see if you can make me come faster than you did in Málaga.”

Bossy Giulio never failed to get my cock hard. The warmth spread through me in waves, my skin tightening and pulling, and I was helpless to resist him. Just like from the first moment I saw him on that Siderno street.

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