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“Yes…” I moan. “Yes…”
His grasp gets a little tighter, but I like the pain. His pace quickens. My body lurches with pleasure. “Yes!”
The look in his eyes looks even darker now. His eyes turn black…
And he’s choking me even tighter.
Too tightly.
I can’t breathe. He’s killing me!
My hand is working circles around my swollen clit beneath the covers when I awake. They were moving on their own accord, satisfying my body in a way that hadn’t been satisfied in weeks since Tony’s departure. I’m tingling, climbing to my peak. I miss him.
Why do I miss him?
With a strained groan, I feel my body pulsate to my toes in a heated and frenzied climax.
It’s crazy how you can hate someone…but also not hate them at the same time.
“We need to strike,” I say bitterly in the crowded room of councilmen. “Before they do…”
“We need to make sure it’s the right people, though…” Alessandro chimes at the poker table. He leans forward and looks at me with a pointed gaze. He’s been sitting in on the meetings for the last week. “We need to make sure we strike the one that’s the biggest threat first. My people are finding that out…”
He knew about everything with Tony. He was right. To not trust him.
Watching him now, I feel a little emotion well up and tug at my eyes.
He’s smart. Beyond his years. Wise…
So wise…
But being smart doesn’t always mean you get to live…
Look at Gabriele…Look at Edoardo.
“Well, we need that intel soon…” Frankie says. “Otherwise we could get attacked again, and we’re here in this club like sitting ducks..”
“I wouldn’t say sitting ducks,” Alessandro argues. “We have high alert and staff. Those doors are more secure than a government facility.”
We’d closed the club “for remodels,” we claimed. Which was met with some backlash. When we actually did the remodel, after the massacre, we didn’t stay closed for long.
“And when it comes down to it…Donny Colombo … who has him?” Luigi asks.
“Me…” Alessandro says sternly.
Luigi shakes his head. “I think I should..”
“Don’t protect me, Lu…” he whispers across the table.
Luigi smirks. “I’m not protecting you. I’m getting revenge.”
“And Madam Rosa?” Luigi asks. “Who’s going to take care of her?”
“Me…” I say plainly.
Who the hell does she think she is?
She isn’t going to come knocking on my door without being greeted.
