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Snuggled between them, it’s hard to believe they were shouting at each other a short time ago. I reach up and touch both their jaws. “I have one small request. I want you to say one nice thing about each other.”
“I said like ten nice things about his dick earlier,” Lorenzo replies, and Cassius laughs softly. “Doesn’t that count?”
“You did, but there’s more to you both than your dicks.”
He glances at Cassius, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’s about to wind the Italian man up again. “Sure, princess. If it’s what you want. Cassius isn’t happy unless the people he loves are happy and safe. The syndicate. You. The dancers in his clubs and everyone in between. No one’s beneath his notice.”
I smile and thread my fingers through his hair. “That’s beautiful and so true.”
Cassius still has his eyes closed. “I’ve never met a man more loyal than Lorenzo. He would never let us or anyone on his team down, and he would never think of looking at a woman who isn’t you.” He opens one eye. “But don’t lock my woman away from me ever again, or I’ll punch your fucking teeth out.”
“Got it.” Lorenzo raises a brow at me. “Are you happy now?”
I snuggle down between my two handsome men, a huge smile on my face. “Happier than you could know.”
“You’d better look after those cuts on her thigh, Lorenzo.”
He strokes my hair back from my face. Taking care of these cuts seems like half the satisfaction for him. “I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.” He rubs his thumb over my lips. “Say thank you to Cassius for worrying about you.”
“Thank you, Cassius.”
“Three cuts…and she held so still. Her pretty blood dripped down her leg as I fucked her. No complaints as I cleaned her up. So brave, our princess.”
Cassius’ face relaxes into a smile. “Of course she was.”
11
Vinicius
“Do you really think this is going to work?” Thane asks.
I sigh as I make a left-hand turn. On the other end of the line, Thane is silent, waiting for me to reply. “I don’t know, but it’s the only plan I’ve got.”
“It sounds like a suicide mission,” he mutters. “Do you want me there with you?”
Even if we took off all his jewelry and put him into normal clothes, Thane would still be Thane. Tall and as ominous as a raven. “Thanks for the offer, but you don’t blend in and you can’t act normal.”
“Fair. Bye.” He hangs up.
That’s one part of the plan put in place. Now for the hard part.
Ten minutes later, I pull into Lorenzo’s basement garage and hear sounds coming from down the concrete hall. I follow the noises, a folder of printouts tucked under my arm.
When I walk into the med bay, Chiara’s got both hands braced on a metal table, her panties around her knees, and her legs spread. Lorenzo has his fingers against her clit and he’s working it quickly while he whispers into her ear. I stop dead and watch them, a smile spreading over my face.
As she comes, her body bucks against his and he wraps a hand around her throat. Lorenzo doesn’t stop fingering her even as her orgasm passes.
“Again.”
“No, please, I can’t, it’s too much—” she sobs.
“Do as you’re fucking told,” he growls, pinning her in place with his arm and mercilessly rubbing her clit. She writhes in his grip, desperately trying to get away from him. A moment later the agony on her face morphs into pleasure and she comes again.
Finally, he releases her and she collapses over the table on both forearms, breathing hard.
“Perfect, princess.” Lorenzo puts on black gloves and reaches for a white tube, and with a careful finger, he smooths salve across the cuts on her thigh. So gentle now. So careful of his girl. He covers the cuts with a sticky bandage, then draws her underwear up over her ass and settles them into place.
“Knock, knock,” I call, sauntering into the room. “Lorenzo, I hurt myself too. Is it my turn?”
