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“I’m sure you storming in there and basically kidnapping Wren didn’t have anything to do with it.” Alessio snorts.

“I don’t storm in anywhere.” They don’t need to know Cain caught us in the break room.

“Yeah, okay.” Alessio rolls his eyes.

“I’m assuming you didn’t correct him?” Gio asks. He busts out laughing all over again as I glare at him. “Man, you are so fucked.”

“Who’s fucked?” Wren asks, coming into the kitchen. This is the first time I’ve seen her today. Well, seen her awake. I snuck out of bed again when she was still asleep. I didn’t leave the house though, so baby steps. She looks fucking gorgeous. Her face is free of makeup, and her hair is up in one of those messy buns that girls always have it in. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I take in her black and white checkered print scrunchie and sweatshirt that says, “Just because I’m awake doesn’t mean I’m ready to do things.” It’s so Wren.

I was testing her last night when we got home. There was a small part of me that needed to know how far I could push her. I thought she would fight me on the shirt, but she didn’t. Seeing her in my clothes helps ease this possessive feeling I’ve developed over her. It’s unsettling because I’m not a possessive guy. I don’t know what to do with these new feelings I’ve never experienced before. She makes me lose the control that I’ve spent most of my life perfecting.

Much to my mother’s dismay, I am not a relationship man. Never have been, and honest to God, I didn’t think it was even possible. Who has the time for dates and learning what someone likes and dislikes? In the past, I wouldn’t have given two fucks about where a girl works and lives. There’s just something about Wren that can bring a man to his knees trying to give her the world she deserves. And that scares the absolute shit out of me.

“No one.” I shoot my brothers a look.

“How are you this morning, beautiful?” Gio asks. “You look refreshed.”

Wren’s cheeks flush as her eyes dart to me accusingly. “I’m fine, thanks. I finally got some sleep.” Don’t worry, tesoro. I didn’t tell them how well you take my cock. “Am I okay to go for a run, or do I need to have another babysitter?” she asks with an eye roll.

“I’ll go with you,” I reply, wishing I could burn Gio alive with my eyes as he snorts. Alessio covers his smirk by taking a sip of coffee. “I just need to change.”

“You’re going to go running?” Wren asks as she raises her eyebrows.

“You’re not the only one in the world that works out, Wren,” I say, tone bored.

“Let me go change and get in my run vibe. Then we’ll go.”

“Run vibe?” Do I even want to know what that is?

“Run vibe. I need to listen to some songs to get in the right mindset. Running is a mental game, dude.” She’s looking at me like I’m insane for not knowing what a fucking run vibe is.

“Alright, go get in your… whatever, and I’ll be ready to go by the time you’re done.”

“Don’t drink too much more of that.” Wren nods to my coffee cup as she leaves the kitchen. “The runner shits are a real thing. Pairing that with coffee is just asking for an explosion.”

I don’t even know what the fuck to say to that, so I don’t. Instead, I watch her sweet ass leave as I finish the rest of my coffee, setting the cup in the sink.

“She’s right. I saw on the internet that during a marathon someone caught a runner shitting in their yard. But also, you’re so fucked,” Gio says once Wren is out of earshot.

“Wren’s different.” I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like her. I never know what I’m going to get out of her next. As much as she frustrates the ever-living hell out of me, I love it. I love that she keeps me on my toes. Was I ready to kill her last night? Yeah. But as mad as I was, I had the best sex of my life right after. And if that’s what I have to look forward to with Wren, then sign me up.

“Well, that’s obvious. You’re different with her. It’s a good look on you,” Alessio says, setting his cup in the sink as well. “We’re out of here.”

Maybe Alessio is right. I can’t remember the last time I’ve smiled this much. The only issue is convincing Wren that it’s a good look on her too.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

WREN

“So, how long do you usually run?” I ask, admiring the definition of his thighs that are on display. The shorts he has on do very little to keep your imagination from wandering. It’s even worse now that I know what’s really hiding under there. No wonder his suits always look so good. The man has the body to fill anything out.

“Until I don’t feel like running anymore.” He smiles, clearly amused.

“Do you really expect me to believe the head of the Italian Mafia in Ravenna Heights just runs the streets by himself until he feels like stopping?”

“No.” He smirks. “Fine, I don’t run. At least not like this.”