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“Well expect that to happen if you’re going to come see me at work.”
The phone rings and I just know it’s Pa.
I have no idea what the fuck the time is, but my doll looks satisfied with the attention I gave her.
I answer the phone while she slides off the desk and gets her clothes.
“Gabriel where in the ever living fuck are you?” Pa balks.
“Be there in five,” I answer and I hang up.
Pa can hand me my ass later. I need two more minutes with my doll.
I take her arm when she puts her bra back on and pull her to me.
“Meet me at The Dark Odyssey at eight,” I tell her.
“The club?” Her eyes shimmer with excitement.
“Yes. We’ll be spending a lot of time there.”
The Dark Odyssey is about living your wildest fantasies. She’s always been mine.
I want to live out every single fantasy I’ve ever had of her in there.
Starting tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Gabe
My brain is still buzzingfor the wild sexual pleasure Charlotte gave me earlier.
It’s the kind of buzz that will make me forget and slip up if I’m not careful.
I can’t be stuck and walk around with my fucking head in the clouds.
I know I need to exercise more caution than that and I know it more when my brothers call me to a meeting after work.
We meet at Vincent’s office in town.
Vincent is sitting at his desk and his face is stern.
Nick is the last to arrive.
When he takes his seat Vincent clears his throat and starts.
“Let’s make this quick boys.” Vincent leans forward. “It’s just a follow-up from the other day to let you know not to relax for one minute. I have eyes on the street and they say they saw Barabbas Antonella yesterday.”
Fuck, fucking fuck. Tobias is one thing to worry about. Barabbas is the clan leader. Up until years ago he hadn’t made any kind of presence for a good ten years then he resurfaced and there was blood on the streets.
“Jesus, Vincent…” I breathe.
“I know. Tobias is in the hospital and as far as I know still there. He’s down but not out and only out for a little while.”
“I’m sorry guys….” I lean forward and Salvatore throws a punch in my arm.
“Don’t you fucking apologize,” Salvatore scuffs. “If you didn’t shoot his dick off I would have.”
