Page 11 of Dangerous Games

“It’s in cash?” I ask, eyeing the envelope.

Gio waves the thick envelope in the air, silently answering my question.

I guess that’s better. If something happens and they come looking for me, cash is a lot harder to trace and doesn’t leave a paper trail.

“I’ll get the same amount every two weeks?”

“Yes.”

I suck in a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to something with the devil. “Alright. I have one small request, though,” I say as Gio sets the envelope down on the table and gets up to leave.

His brow raises in my direction. “And what might that be?”

“Can you install a security camera that’s aimed at the stairs leading to my apartment?”

“Why?” he asks, skepticism lacing his tone.

“This is going to sound crazy, but someone broke into my place and stocked my fridge full of food.” I look at my feet as I nervously try to get out what I need to say. I feel like I’m under a microscope with the way he’s studying me. “I don’t know anyone who would do that, and no one close to me has a key.”

“No one broke in. I stocked your fridge. Have a nice night, Bronwyn,” Gio answers before sauntering out of my apartment without another word, leaving me floored once again.

“What just happened?” I whisper to myself as I look around the room in shock.

I have a feeling I just dove head first into something that’s going to turn my world upside down.

Chapter

Four

GIO

Ished my jacket as soon as I walk through the door to my place, my shirt following suit. Being so close to her and not being able to touch her fucked with my head. If I wouldn’t have left her apartment, I would have done something that gave Matteo no other choice but to cut my balls off.

Her space is small, making the smell of her swirl around me constantly. Even when she was across the apartment. It was damn near intoxicating. I’ve never been under the trance of a woman. I’ve watched my brother, and a few of the Dirty Devil members, go down on their knees for their women and never once did I think that would be me. There are too many beautiful women out there to worship only one for the rest of my life.

But now… I’m starting to see why they took that knee.

She’s fucking captivating. One look at her face, standing shocked with a little bit of fear sprinkled in turned me on, and made me want to know everything about her all at the same time. Because she didn’t run. She didn’t even fucking move. She stood there and took it like she’s been a mafia wife for most of her life.

And I liked that.

I liked it a lot.

I pull the dirty thong I swiped from her place out of my back pocket and bring it to my nose as I inhale deeply. My dick twitches at the smell of her, aching to have the real thing.

I wonder if it still tastes like her.

“Fuck,” I groan as I adjust myself. This doesn’t bode well for my future.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket. I already know who’s calling me before checking the caller ID.

“Yeah?”

“How did it go?” Matteo’s voice sounds through the phone.

“She accepted.”

“Good. I’ll arrange a set day every two weeks with Enzo to drop off the money to her so you don’t have to worry about it.”