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Piper laughs.
“Oh, we’re playing that game. But Lucas…” She leans in. “Remember, if you play the game of sin, you’ll end up six feet under.”
“I’ll be sure to take advice from you when I am precisely six feet under.” I slam the door in her face and turn to find Chanel pouring herself a drink.
“They could kill you,” she whispers before tipping the drink up and taking a mouthful. “It’s the mafia, Lucas. They don’t play.”
“I know, considering I do most of the killing.” I smile at her.
“It’s not a game, Lucas,” she bites back.
“You care if I live or die?”
“Yes. And don’t ask me why. Neither of us will ever understand that reasoning.” She shakes her head and pours herself another drink. “Your time is ticking. Once the two hours are up, I expect never to see you again.” Chanel sits at the two-seater table, and I sit next to her and tap the table for her to pass me the bottle. “So, what do you want to know?”
“You didn’t answer me. Does he make you come like I do?”
“Like, tonight. Or…” She raises a brow.
“You fucked him tonight?” I ask, trying to keep my cool, but pretty sure I am failing not to show the anxiety on my face.
“We just finished when you messaged.”
“I could kill him,” I tease her, but it’s so not a tease. I should kill him, and I probably will. I don’t like things that are mine to be touched by others.
I don’t like to share.
“How many women have you fucked since you left me?”
“I didn’t leave you, Chanel. That would never happen.”
Her body goes still. “That’s avoiding my question, Lucas,” she bites back.
“Fair enough.” I reach for the bottle. “One.”
Chanel’s eyes go wide in surprise. “You’re lying.”
“I don’t lie to you, Chanel.”
“So, you’re telling me that you, Lucas Rossi, have only fucked one woman since me?” she asks, leaning in. I lean in as well, so our faces are closer, and I can smell her again.
“Yes, but now I have a question.”
She sits back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Hit me.”
“Okay. Have you kissed him on the lips?”
“No,” she answers truthfully, and it truly shocks me.
“Never?” I ask. “How does he feel about that?”
“We’re waiting until we’re married.”
I smirk. I can’t help myself. He isn’t anything special in that case, and I love that she hasn’t kissed him. It just means I’m in for the running, and those lips will be mine, mark my fucking words.
“That’s meant to be sex, Chanel,” I tell her.
Her hand lifts, and she flicks a piece of red hair behind her ear. “But is it?”
