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NERO
I wakeup in a hell of a good mood. It doesn’t matter that there are nail marks scratching up my chest from Lily’s wildcat routine last night. The sting is more than worth it.
And fuck, anything would be worth the show she gave me. The sight of her tits bouncing for me, that wicked glint in her eye as she writhed on my lap, fingers in her cunt…
I’ll take that memory to the grave, alright.
I roll over. She’s still asleep next to me, snuggling close and naked in the sheets. I can’t resist spooning her, the peach of her ass rubbing up against my morning erection. Damn. I stroke her naked skin and seriously consider waking her for another round, but I have business demanding my attention today, and if I start it off by sinking into her tight warmth, I won’t ever want to leave.
Regretfully, I pull away, just as she starts to stir. I slide out of bed, smiling at the way she opens her eyes and flinches from the light. She’s too fucking adorable hungover, just like she was, tipsy and excited last night.
She groans. “Too bright,” she mumbles, burying her face in the pillows.
“That’s the vodka talking,” I say, stroking back her hair. “You need some hair of the dog, that’s all.”
“Like hell,” she mumbles without even opening her eyes. “I’m never drinking again.”
Yeah, right.
Hell, I’ll encourage her to go out drinking with the girls more often if it always ends in the kind of kinky sex we had last night.
I hop in the shower, then dress and head downstairs to grab fresh glass of water for her. I set the water on the nightstand along with a bottle of aspirin.
“I’m heading out,” I say softly, but she’s already asleep again, so I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, shut the drapes, and leave her to sleep it off in the dark room. She looks so angelic, splayed there across the pillows, I would never have guessed the way she took control, driving me to the edge of oblivion with her sultry temptation. And the way she rode me, demanding everything I had to give with that tight pussy sliding down my cock…
Yeah, my wife has hidden depths, alright.
I leave her a quick note, telling her to meet me at the new construction site later. The development is coming along well, and I want to show her the progress. She’s the reason it’s even moving ahead, but as I get in the car and head out, I try to put our night of passion out of my mind and focus on business.
Where I’m heading, I can’t risk any distraction, or hint of affection.
Today, I’m visiting my father.
He summoned me to come visit, and I’m tense as I drive upstate and arrive at the prison. I go through security and wait in the private visiting room, wondering what’s on his mind today. I’m guessing that it’s not good. Although he’s been locked up for ten years now, and I’ve been in control of the organization, I know he still doesn’t approve of the way I run things.
Tough shit.
I brace myself as he walks into the room. Time has taken its toll, and he’s a long way from the towering mob boss I remember from my childhood: gray-haired and limping slightly as he takes a seat at the table, brow furrowed in a disapproving scowl.
“You keeping well?” I ask, keeping my voice even.
“Well enough.” He regards me stonily. “Better than you, at least. Heard you went and got yourself killed.”
And I’m sure you were just heartbroken.
I give a casual shrug. “You know how it is. Sometimes you’ve got to go to extremes to smoke out a rat.”
“And you’re sure it was Vance?” Roman narrows his eyes, and it’s no surprise why. He’s the one who sent Vance to keep tabs on me. ‘Protection’, he called it.
Some protection that traitor turned out to be.
In fact…
Staring at my father, I have to wonder. Was any of this his doing?
“You need to pick your men more carefully,” I tell him, keeping my suspicions to myself. I’m his only son. He wouldn’t hurt me.
Would he?
