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I snatch her wrist and devour her fingers, sucking them into my mouth and sliding my tongue between each digit. Humming as her sweat and juices slide around my tongue, I nearly blow my load just from the taste of her.
“Good boy,” she says. I lap at her fingers, and fuck me, those two words do things to me. I’m her good boy.
Fuck yes, I am.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
xander
Seven days later
I dropmy hospital bag on the marble tiles, studying our massive three-storey home. It looks different. The blinds are open today, the sun setting over the vast Connolly rooftops, dropping low and creating colours across the District horizon that seem almost too vibrant to be real.
“Welcome home, son.” Carter, my bodyguard as a child, greets me with an emotional smile. It’s nice to see the old boy back in this house.
I nod my hello, still realigning myself with reality, wearing real clothes, jeans and a black tee-shirt for the first time in a week.
“Welcome home, Boss,” Scott and Bolton, our seniorCosa Nostrasoldiers, say from the doorway before turning back to brief the seven new recruits already suited and kitted up.
What’s going on here then?
He hired new staff?
Kaya answers my thoughts. “Luca said, ‘we can’t have a lady living here without guards.’ Though, I think he’s just nesting… ya know? Do men nest?”
Fuck no.
Maybe.
“Luca Butcher doesn’t nest, Woman.” I roll my shoulders, flexing the muscles along my arms, pleased as they expand with control. It’s good to feel stronger, not The-Legend-level strong, but still capable of crushing a motherfucker and fucking my woman all night.
A melody moves into my chest, playing with my heartstrings, a tone reminiscent of my youth. Of the good days. Of the days when my dad was home.
Nesting, ey?
The classic sound of Frank Sinatra cascades from the third-storey renovation, along with giggles and the not-so-subtle shushing from two women—Cassidy and Shoshanna, I can only presume.
“My wish came true!” Kelly’s screech precedes a hushing sound and then another giggle.
My gaze sweeps from the staircase to Kaya, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She knows what I want—need. To get her naked and spread her wide, but other plans are obviously laid out before me.
“What’s going on here?” I say, jutting my chin towards the stairs, the quiet collective sharing more hushing sounds that drop to absolute silence.
Butchers are not subtle.
My woman lifts her bare shoulders with a shrug. “Welcome home party in the new extension.” She leans close, the perfume of her soap and skin enveloping me. I dip into her hair, skating my lips and nose along her neck, inhaling.
Fuck.
I reel over her smell, the heat that lifts from her, the flutter of her pulse beneath her skin. It all possesses me.
Gripping the top of my blue beanie, Kaya leans back and pulls it down to above my brows, reminding me it’s there. I don’t want Kelly or Stone to see me with the Frankenstein scalp. Since I woke up, they haven’t visited.
“I like the beanie,” she says, her lush lips sliding into a smile. “You look boyish. And the blue”—her gaze dives into mine— "makes your eyes so fucking beautiful. It’s not fair that you’re more beautiful than me. It’s kinda rude, Hothead.”
She thinks I need compliments, ‘cause that’s what she would want and maybe— I feel a grin tug at my mouth. I do like the way she’s looking at me.
But look ather… I’m damn arrested by her. I think she’s fucking blind if she doesn’t see that nothing has ever been created with more perfection than her face. From the fan of dark lashes, the drilling blue eyes and satin skin, the slope between her nose and her top lip, each feature fashioned perfectly. For me. For me to keep.
