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Enzo made a brief noise in response, and the way his thighs clenched showed me why he couldn’t talk.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but we gotta figure all this shit out. All that our father left behind. Things he didn’t do. Things he fucking did that he shouldn’t have done. It’s all ours to sort through, and he didn’t leave us a bit of intel. Disturbances are trickling in from all over the city. I thought that was whatyouwere for, that you were the one advising him or at least knew who he’d talked to about his plans.” Marco slammed his fist on the desk and it made me jolt.
Enzo would need to give a detailed response to this. I thought about pulling my mouth away from his dick to let him get it all out. Instead, I stopped moving my mouth up and down, but I didn’t stop the movement of my tongue on his throbbing head.
“Silvio didn’t tell me shit, and we ain’t gonna find out what went to shit until it fully goes to sh...it.” Enzo’s voice quivered on that final word, and he extended his leg, shaking it. His hand reached for me again, trying to stop me. He knew I’d make too much noise if he tugged me off his dick, so he gave up, relaxing his hand into the mess of my dark hair.
“Sounds like a great fucking plan,” Marco said, and I could almost hear the roll of his eyes.
“It’s all we got,” Enzo quipped.
Marco kept talking, and Enzo made every attempt to push him out. I tuned them out as much as I could and focused my mouth on him. The loud, spit-coated sounds in the enclosed box seemed to bounce off the wood. If Marco looked hard enough, he’d surely catch a glimpse of my bare feet beneath the desk.
“I can’t do this with you right now, Marco!” I wasn’t sure what preceded the rise in his voice, but I felt the tension rushing through Enzo’s body.
“Fuck me for trying,” Marco hissed. The chair squealed as its legs gripped the hardwood floors. Heavy footsteps receded. The door slammed.
“Fucking A, Gia.” Enzo’s voice was low and smooth again. “If I didn’t make him leave, I was going to come right in your fucking throat in front of him.” He groaned as he slid his chair back, made me crawl on my knees to him, and stood. I ran my fingers along him before taking him back into my mouth. “Do you know how hard it was not to come in your perfect little throat? Don’t do that shit again. When I tell you to stop, you fucking stop.” He slapped my cheek and sent a sharp burn crawling across my skin. “You know, it’s been so long since I’ve gotten off, I kinda want to see how much I can give you.”
I sat back on my heels. “What do you want?”
“I want to come on your pretty face. Good girls get it in their mouth, at the back of their throat where they hardly have to taste it. But you haven’t been a good girl, have you?”
I shook my head. My pussy was so fucking wet, my excitement dripping past the thin fabric of my shorts and down my thighs. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t touch me or let me touch myself.
Enzo groaned before shoving himself back inside my mouth. His hips pulsed against my face as he pushed himself deeper. He fucked my face until he gripped the base of his cock and pulled out of my mouth. He fisted my hair and craned my head back. I didn’t close my eyes or react as he pumped his hand and came. The pearly beads rushed onto my lips and chin and dripped toward the curve of my neck. More shot up to my cheek as he rubbed it into my skin with his dick. Once he’d coated himself with his own come, he shoved it back into my mouth. I tasted all of him on the very tip of my tongue. I wiped what was left on my face onto my fingers and licked them.
“Goddamn it, Giovanna,” he growled.
He’d need more of this. We both would.
ChapterFifteen
Enzo
Ithumbed through some paperwork as we sat in my car outside the dry cleaner’s. This wasn’t my damn job, but it became my responsibility. Silvio kept all his loan shark bullshit in a damn folder. He didn’t believe in computers, said it’d be easier to toss that folder in a fire if we had to. He was probably right. I was trying to read through Silvio’s chicken scratch and whatever the hell these clients were signing. Terms and conditions. How much they borrowed. It shouldn’t have been my damn job—I had people to do it—but this family had blown off three of my men, and even Silvio didn’t bother to go collect. Me? I was cleaning house, which meant getting these sneaky fucks to pay what they owed. Running away wouldn’t erase their debt, much to their disappointment.
I blew out a deflated breath as I caught Gia out of the corner of my eye, staring at the business entrance with what I could only guess was longing. It was hard for people like us to stay out of the business. It was a life force of its own.
As I loaded my revolver, her eyes jumped to my gun as I handled the bullets. Her and that damn fetish. She fucked me with her eyes as I loaded each one. Well, fucked my gun. I regretted letting Gia put her mouth on me last night. I was weak. My body wanted her regardless of what my mind wanted, and she’d cornered me with that perfect mouth of hers. I closed the cylinder and tucked it into my holster. Her eyes followed my movement, as if in a trance.
“What are we doing? Someone in your position doesn’t collect.”
“No one else can collect from them. They’ve tried.” I got out of the car. “You coming or what?”
“Yeah.” She got out of the car and followed me.
A bell rang overhead as I opened the door, and murmurs swam around us. A shadow ducked out the moment they saw us.
Goddamn it.I didn’t feel like fucking running today. “Gun on them!” I shouted to Gia as I ran through a doorway clad in thick rubber mats to stifle the sound from the back room. I rushed down a big hallway with loud machinery whirring around me. I felt like I was chasing a ghost. He fucking disappeared.
“Bro, stop! It’s too fucking hot for this shit!” I yelled at the shadow when I saw it turn the corner. Sweat dripped down my back as I followed him. Dark doorways led to what I could only assume were closets. My eyes scanned the warehouse for the man. Yellow sludge dripped from the ceiling and slid down the walls. It smelled like clorox and soap, with a strong hint of mildew. The stale scent burned my nose. A cockroach crawled across the floor, and I stomped on it. Sunlight struggled to shine through windows caked with dirt and grime. Spots of them were covered in what looked like black mold. The longer I stayed there, the more my skin felt wet. Disgusting. “What was so worth saving about this damn place?”
As I got to the end of the hallway, I leaned back and exhaled. How the hell had I let him get away from me, too? Next time, I’d come in shooting. I didn’t give a fuck. If he wanted to play stupid games, I’d give him some stupid prizes.
A broom clattered to the floor in one of the doorways on the right, and the glint of a silver watch pierced the dark room. I reached inside and grabbed the man’s jacket, tugging him out. He screamed at me in another language.
“I know you speak English.” I shook his jacket. “I don’t know if this shit worked with my father, but it’s not working with me.”
