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“Do I have to go in there and kill one of my fucking friends? Myfriend, Gia! You know how hard it is to have friends in this business.”He wasn’t no friend, though. You don’t put your hands on another man’s woman.Especially mine.
“I told him we weren’t together. It’s not his fault,” she said with a drop of her shoulders. “Which we really aren’t. If I was yours, maybe you’d actually fuck me.” She rolled her eyes and avoided my gaze.
I slapped the wall beside her head, fury rising until it almost choked off my breath. “You really did this because I didn’t fuck you? Are you kidding me?” Her childish antics disgusted me. It was life or death in this lifestyle, yet she thought it was a game.
My hands moved on autopilot as I unholstered my gun and drew it on her. I pressed the cool metal against her face, brushing the hair off her cheek. She looked up at me, her face utterly calm. It pissed me right the fuck off.It ain’t normal for a bitch to act so strange with a loaded gun to her head.
I narrowed my eyes as I plunged my hand down the front of her pants, and she gasped at my touch. She was soaked.
“You like this shit, don’t ya?” I tightened my lips.
I thought I knew Gia, but maybe I didn’t. I lowered the barrel, trailing the metal along the front of her pants, jutting it between her legs. I raised it, rubbing it along her as she grinded against it. When I pulled it away from her, her hips followed forward, begging for more. I turned her around, her breath now rolling over the cracks in the concrete, and pressed her into the wall with my body. The barrel of my gun made her shiver as I eased it down her back. My finger remained off the trigger. I had no intention of hurting Gia, even if she deserved it.
My fingers worked open my buckle as my revolver rested along the small of her back. The sound of my zipper falling was the only interruption to the silence. She pressed her hips against me.
“Is this what you fucking want?” I tugged her pants down, not caring if I ripped the soft fabric. She wasn’t wearing panties. “Was this your plan all along?” I asked with the roughness she craved. I was fucking pissed she'd stooped so low, but it also kind of turned me on. Her desperation was sexy. Which was fucked. “You wanted to be a whore? Huh?”
She flashed her eyes back at me, nodding for only a moment before I pressed her face into the wall. I pulled out my cock and rubbed it between her legs. Her pussy coated me, and I throbbed as I rubbed myself against her clit.
“You’re a goddamn bitch, you know that? Only thinking about your fucking self. About getting your pussy filled. I ain’t even that bad, and I’ve wanted you to wet my dick for fuckingyears.”
She whimpered in agreement. She knew what she’d done, and there was no guilt in her as she grinded against my dick.
I holstered my revolver and used both hands to grab her waist. She leaned against the wall, raising her hips. I surged within her and stretched her pussy, somehow even more than last time. I thrust against her smooth ass, which fit so perfectly against my pelvis. She felt incredible, like something I could only dream of. I fucked her hard, just like she wanted, as if she were a whore. I fisted her hair and pulled her toward me. My hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing as I pushed into her and held my position as deep as I could go, giving her no choice but to take every fucking inch of me within her. The noises leaving her mouth were born of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Tell me what I am, Enzo,” she whispered.
“You’re a goddamn whore, and I can’t even trust you alone for five minutes.”
She melted into me, as if my words were Xanax. I grabbed her chin and craned her neck. Then the gravity of what she’d done hit me.
She made a mockery of me in front of my men.“You don’t deserve any more of this,” I said as I pulled away. Her body pressed against me, begging me to stay within her.We ain’t playing this game.I unholstered my gun, fisted her hair, and held the barrel up to her pretty face. I cocked it, and the metallic click made her tremble. “If you ever touch one of my friends again, you’re both dead. Do you understand?”
Her face relaxed, as if she was in heaven and the devil couldn’t touch her. But she was in hell, and I would rip her the fuck apart if I had to.
ChapterTwenty-One
Gia
We drove back toward his house in silence. My mind wasn’t silent, though. It raced with thoughts. There was an aching throb between my legs and an uncomfortable slickness between my thighs. Having a taste of him was worse than if he’d avoided fucking me altogether. The feel of his gun against my cheek and down the sensitive skin of my back...oh god.His anger made me weak and allowed me to be something other than strong for a few minutes. I wasn’t worried about being the boss of shit. I was only the feeble girl everyone else got to be.
I twirled my hair around my finger as I tightened my lips. What I had done was wrong. Very wrong. I didn’t mean to bring Kenny into mine and Enzo’s game. For a sick second, he seemed like a worthy casualty of war.
“Enzo,” I began.
He ignored me, keeping his hands tight on the steering wheel. His cheeks pulsed, which only happened when he was beyond angry.
“Can we please talk about it?” I asked.
His eyes flashed to me for only a moment before jumping back to what was ahead of us—the sun as it teased the horizon and began to disappear.
When we pulled into the garage, he parked and put his elbow on the padding beneath the window beside him. His fingers traced his lips, as if he were trying to figure out what to do with me. His eyes darted and his left leg shook. He climbed out of the car and shut the door without acknowledging me as he walked away. I hurried to catch up with him, my heels clanking on the concrete with each uneven step.
“Enzo?” a gruff voice called from the library the moment we walked in. I avoided Silvio’s gaze as he motioned toward Enzo. He didn’t look back at me as he followed his father behind the two large wooden doors.
I headed toward the bedroom, taking my time to observe the family photos along the halls. Enzo had mastered a resting bitch face. He never looked happy. Silvio always displayed a wide grin, his fat cheeks hiding the sides of his smile. His arms draped around his two younger sons, who were also smiling. Silvio treated Enzo like the black sheep.
The light illuminated the room as I flipped the switch, and Atheist raced toward me the moment I walked in. His large body crashed into my knees as he slammed into me, and I squatted and rubbed his head between my hands. As I stood and gripped the waistband of my pants to change, the door swung open.
