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Of course, I don’t mean a word of it, but Rocco is a perceptive fucker, and I don’t want to give anything away. If a sniff of anything gets back to Angelo, which I’ll vehemently deny, he’ll ring my fucking neck.
One thing I will never get out of my head is her underneath me while she took my cock for the first time. Her moans…the way her lips parted…it’s a vision that I’ll never wipe from my memory.
“Espresso?” I ask Rocco as he sits down at the island overlooking the expansive chef’s kitchen.
“Why not.” He shrugs.
“Are you here to back me up when they come to get her?” I ask him, as I busy myself with the coffee. It’s better that way. I also wonder why he’s loitering around.
“Of course. Darko is also heading back over here with the twins.”
“The twins are coming over?” I didn’t know about that.
“Better to have a few of us, you know, just in case.”
“I’m sure he’s sending a minion, not actually coming to my house himself.”
“Angelo’s instructions.” Rocco shrugs.
“He’s gone back to Falmouth?”
“Yes, he headed back to be with his woman and Mia.”
“Lucky him,” I mutter. “You know, you pulling a gun on the Petrovs today, that was a fucking sight to behold,” I say, thinking back to this afternoon. A lot has happened in the space of a few hours.
“I enjoyed it myself. Pity I didn’t get to blow any of them to smithereens.”
“I don’t think a blood bath is what any of us needs right now.”
“Speak for yourself.” Rocco gets his kicks on some weird shit, I have to admit. He takes his job very seriously.
“I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on that father of hers, he sounds like the biggest douchebag of them all.”
“Tell me about it,” he agrees. “It would give me nothing but pleasure to track him down and have him strung up for you, Marco. Just say the word.”
I turn to look at him and shake my head. “You’re one sick fucker, you know that?”
Rocco grins. “You know it.”
This man doesn’t have a care in the world.
If only my life were that simple.
* * *
My brothers arrive with Darko right before Katiya makes her entrance down the stairs.
I gave her a duffel bag to put the things Georgie bought for her, it’s not like I’m going to have any use for all that makeup shit and lace panties.
I’m also on tenterhooks. The last thing I need is my brothers getting suspicious. Rocco is already on high alert, and I don’t need him knowing anything.
“How has it been babysitting the princess?” Fynn smirks when he crashes down on my couch in the front den, where I barely spend any time.
Rocco gallantly stoked the fire for us so we didn’t all freeze to death while waiting for Petrov’s car to arrive.
It’s a weird fucking thing to think his men will be on our turf. It’s definitely a first.
He won’t do anything stupid, not if he knows what’s good for him. Plus, it’s obvious he desperately wants his niece back.
