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On cue, Gian walks into The Alibi. He wears a fitted stone gray suit and a white silk shirt. We have good genes, no one can deny that. Gian’s black hair is slicked back showing off his prominent facial features. His lips curve into a smile as he greets Bobby. His sleeve lifts to show off his $25,000 Rolex as he shakes the man's hand.
He flips open the button on his suit jacket as he takes a wide-legged seat at the table, lifting a hand to signal for Bobby and me to join him.
He’s already in command of the room.
Sometimes, the title follows power.
“So,” Bobby trails. “You wanted to see me, huh?”
“Yep,” Gian responds cooly. “It’s been to fucking long.”
Bobby sighs, leaning back into his chair. “Yeah, yeah it has.”
“Massimo’s been dead, what seven months?”
Bobby groans in response. The former boss has been dead a while, leaving the organization in turmoil.
“You know we can’t continue like this?” Gian asks, eliciting another groan from Bobby.
There’s no debate that we need a leader, that’s how this shit works.
The problem is who.
“My crew has been making money, haven’t stopped even though all the bullshit Marazano left us with.”
The former boss left us with a nice FBI investigation that had paused a lot of business.
“We haven’t been so lucky,” Bobby admits. “Fed’s have been on us.”
“I think I can help with that.” Gian grins, “But I’m going to need your support.”
In this world, it’s always tit for tat.
Bobby’s eyebrows raise. “I’m listening.”
Those words are the start of every successful negotiation.
“Sal sent the cannolis you like,” I call entering my loft, where I left Annie here this morning when I went to go handle her brother.
I hate leaving her, but I like the thought of her waiting in my bed.
“Annie,” I called again, juggling the pizza box and the tray of cannolis as I shut the door behind me.
I hear her coming down the steps of the loft, I look up to see her bare legs taking each step. She’s wearing only a pair of red panties and a matching bra. The rest of her body is bare, showing her creamy white skin.
I love her like this, exposed to me.
“Gio,” The sound of my name on her lips is heaven.
“Sweetheart,” I lick my lips as she crosses the remaining space between us.
“I…” she trails, a soft blush rising to heat her cheeks. “I want you.”
My cock perks at the statement. Those dirty words coming from her innocent lips.
“Whatever you want baby.”
In a flash, we’re up the stairs, at the bed. “On your hands and knees.” I order.
