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“Damn, Angel, if you like it a little rough, I promise I can deliver.” As soon as we’re in the hall and out of Izzy’s sight, I turn the tables. Spinning around, I shove Angelica up against the wall. I’m more careful this time, placing my knee right between her legs. I purposely thrust my thigh into her pussy, and relish the slight moan that escapes her. “Why the fuck is she playing around with guns, Angel?” I ask, unable to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“Last I checked, she’s my daughter. I’ll teach her whatever I want. However I want.” Angelica attempts to push me away. It’s a lame attempt. I wasn’t born yesterday. I have no doubt that if she really wanted to get out of my hold, she could.
“She’s a little girl. She shouldn’t be worrying about knowing how to fucking shoot a gun. She should be having fucking tea parties and shit.”
“Yeah? Look around you, Neo. We don’t live in a world where everything is sunshine and rainbows. Izzy will know how to protect herself. I’m not apologizing for that.”
I’m conflicted, because she’s right. Everyone in our world should know how to protect themselves. But the animal inside me is screaming that it’s my job to protect that little girl. It’s my job to make sure she gets to be justthat: little, a child, all without the worry of whether or not she’s safe.
Where the fuck is this coming from? I’ve just fucking met the kid. I’m starting to think these Donatello women are fucking witches or some shit. How the fuck are they breaking through the bomb shelter around my heart? How are they seeping into my veins like this?
Maybe I’m finally fucking losing it.
“Tell me, Neo, how did not knowing how to protect herself work out for Lola?” Angelica says the one name that shatters me to my core.
I take a step back. And another one. Until I hit the wall behind me, placing the much-needed space between our bodies. Because at the mention of that name, I wanted to wrap my hand around her pretty fucking neck and squeeze until her lips went blue.
Lola. My fucking little sister. Nobody mentions her. It’s almost as if she’s not really gone if we just don’t say her name. It’s been ten fucking years. Ten years since she was taken from the one place she should have been fucking safe. Her bedroom. In our childhood home. I was fifteen, and it was that moment that sealed my fate. That was the day I went to my Uncle Theo, my father’s brother, and told him I wanted to be made.
My father was Uncle Theo’s consigliere. His most-trusted advisor. There was nothing my uncle did without consulting my dad first. As much as my old man was dedicated to the life, he never wanted me to follow in his footsteps. But I didn’t have a fucking choice. Some asshole took my fucking little sister, and I swore when I found them, there would never be enough Hail Marys to save my soul anyway. I was already on a one-way ticket to hell. Why not make the most of it by joining the family business?
I’ve never forgiven myself for not being able to save her. For not stopping them from taking her from the sanctity of our home.
She was fucking nine years old. She should have been safe in her bed. I should have protected her better. And I sure as fuck should have been able to hunt them down. To this day, I haven’t stopped looking. I follow every dark-haired girl I see, every woman about the age she would be now, until I know with one hundred percent certainty that they’re nother.
Angelica reaches out for me before quickly dropping her hand. “Neo, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
I shake my head. I need to get out of here before I do something really fucking stupid. Like strangle my best friend’s sister. Or worse.
Wordlessly, I turn to walk away. Angelica’s quick ninja-like reflexes have her hand clutching the sleeve of my jacket. She shoves me against the wall. “You can yell at me, curse me out. I can take it. I know it was a low blow. I shouldn’t have brought her up.”
“Yelling is the last thing I want to do to you.” My hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her body against mine.
“W-what is it that you want to do to me?” her breath whispers across my lips.
“Right now, I want to rip this dress from your body, slam you against the wall, and drown in your screams as I shove my cock so far into your pussy you’ll still feel me days afterwards.” I don’t wait for her to respond before I claim those lips, and I’ve officially caved to that “or worse” option. The one thing I wasn’t supposed to do. No matter how much I wanted to.
Now that I have, though, to hell with what anyone else thinks. It’s easier to ask for forgiveness and all that shit anyway.
My tongue dives into the heaven that is her mouth, swirling, licking, tasting every inch of her that I can. It’s fucking intoxicating. Spinning around, I push her up against the wall before my hands fall to her thighs and lift. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap those toned fucking legs around my waist.
“Fuck! You’re going to destroy me, Angel,” I growl into her mouth as I grind my cock into the heat of her pussy.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me to.” She tightens her grip around my waist, keeping our bodies tight against each other.
I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off when we’re interrupted and reminded we’re far from alone in this house. “Mama? Vanessa is calling.” Izzy comes out and stops in her tracks when she sees us.
Angelica jumps down and pushes me back. I instantly hate the space that’s now separating us. “Ah, sure. She’s probably wondering where I’m hiding you.” Angelica takes the phone from Izzy’s outstretched hand.
“Who’s Vanessa?” I ask, running my palms down the lapels of my jacket to straighten myself out.
“My nanny.” Both Izzy and Angelica answer at the same time. “Nobody.”
“So, she’s a nobody nanny, noted.”
“Izzy, go finish your math work. Then we’ll have lunch,” Angelica instructs, hermomvoice doing nothing to ease the raging boner tenting my pants.
“Argh, can I wait and ask Aunt Holly to help me?” Izzy complains.
