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“I ain’t gonna fuck you any time I’m upset, Giovanna,” I told her with a hint of a smirk before dragging her toward the car.
My hands pushed her skirt up before we even made it inside, exposing the tan skin of her perfect ass to the entire parking lot. I didn’t care, and neither did she. We couldn’t even get the door closed before we were too hungry for each other. I took her then and there, with her back on the warm leather of my backseat. I heard a wolf whistle and the sound of Rocco’s voice behind me. I pulled out, tucking myself into my pants as Gia hesitated for a moment, her pussy glistening with her excitement, before covering herself with her skirt. I turned around and saw Rocco, his head cocked, a tight smile on his face. The jealousy was clear in his expression.
“Really, Enzo? Sylvester’s daughter?” Rocco said with a curl of his lip.
Gia stood and adjusted her skirt.
“Good luck with that, sweetheart,” Rocco said to Gia. He opened the car door and looked back at her one more time. “Quite the shame,” he said with a kiss blown her way.
“Let’s finish this at home.” I smacked her ass, grabbing the full flesh of her in a frustrated grasp. She pouted her lips for a moment before nodding and getting into the car. Rocco had my money, but I had something worth so much more to dive into every night.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Gia
“We are not going to get drugs for your father!” I shook my head.
“Silvio has a voracious coke habit,” Enzo said with a smirk. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the garage. The sun pierced our eyes through the windshield, and I slammed the visor down.
“I really don’t want to do this. We don’t deal with drugs for a reason.”
“We ain’t dealing with nothing. Just picking it up for personal use.”
“Personally or professionally, that’s still dealing with drugs.” I rolled my eyes at him. The memory of what happened on our last rendezvous was still fresh in my mind.
“Gia, stop. It’s fine. We've been using the same people for years.”
I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest. We drove just out of the city, toward an unsuspecting home within a community neighborhood. The house we parked in front of was in a fucking cul-de-sac, for Christ’s sake. Enzo parked the car and came over to open my door. My eyes were still stuck on the colonial house in front of us.
“This doesn’t look like a drug house,” I said as I looked around the peaceful neighborhood with children’s toys littering almost every lawn.
I followed Enzo as he rang the doorbell and waited. A middle-aged man nearly pulled us into the house as soon as he opened the door. He looked like your average dad type, and there were pictures of him and his family looking completely...not like drug lords.
“The usual, Enzo?” the man said as he put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled a steaming-hot pan out of the oven.
Is this real life right now?
“Yeah, Harry, that’s fine,” Enzo said.
“The supply cost has gone up a bit since we last got a shipment,” Harry said in a rush of words as he nearly dropped the pan onto the top of the stove.
“It’s fine, whatever it costs.”
“Who's your lady friend?” Harry leaned his head into the doorway.
“This is Gia,” Enzo said with a proud smile that made my cheeks flush with heat.
“You're very pretty, miss.” He smiled at me. “Do you want some drugs? I have heroin, E, coke, as you know, and...” He counted them off in his head. “I think I have a little acid left.”
I had to bite my lip to control the laughter at this drug-peddling father with an apron on in his suburban fucking neighborhood.
“I’ll try some coke,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders.
“No, you won’t.” Enzo narrowed his eyes at me and shook his head. “No thank you, Harry, we’re good.”
I started to speak, but Enzo’s commanding stare made me bite my tongue.
Harry came out of the back room with a duffle bag and spread it open to show Enzo the wrapped bags of coke. Enzo smiled as he exchanged the money for the bag and gestured for me to move toward the door.
