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But once the Italians are completely finished?
I’ll know where Sophia and Anissa are.
And they will get exactly what they deserve.
Chapter56
Evander
Isit alone in the steam room, no towel around my waist, my arms on the bench behind me, my head leaning back against the wall. My eyes are closed, and the heavy, damp air sits on my skin, pulling sweat from my pores.
I’m exhausted. I’m more tired than I’ve been in a long, long time. The steam room helps relax me after an extremely trying day, but even this isn’t bringing me back.
It’s like everything in my life is conspiring to break me, and if I don’t find some hidden reserves of energy, I fear it’ll work.
But I’m so close. Bosco is dead along with his underboss, and word is the Pavone Famiglia quickly fell into chaos and infighting, just like I wanted. They’re squabbling with each other over who will take command of the remains of their fractured organization, and I’m hoping that by the time a strong leader takes control, they’ll be so diminished that I can either destroy them outright or demand absurd concessions in exchange for peace.
Killing them with the Yakuzas’ help will have consequences, however.
The other crime families will be less likely to trust me from now on. The Yakuza proved to be good, dependable allies, but I can’t ever be sure that they won’t turn on me when it’s convenient for them.
I’ve isolated my family even more. It’ll take years to undo all the damage that has been done.
Still, my plan worked, and I can let myself enjoy it for once.
The door to the steam room cracks open. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. I told the staff to make sure nobody bothered me in here—I need time to myself to process what happened with Sophia and Anissa.
Camille steps inside.
She’s wearing only a white towel around her middle. It barely covers her tits and her bottom. Her hair’s up, held in place by a single large clip, and she looks at me nervously, her eyes flitting from my lips to my chest to my bare cock. I feel myself stiffening at the sight of her, body held in check, but there’s not much I can do about it.
“I heard you were in here,” she says quietly. “If you want to be alone—”
“No,” I say, my voice thick with desire. “It’s okay. Come here.”
She hesitates, staring at my stiff cock, but comes over. She sits nervously, shifting slightly, and I reach out to touch the bruise on her face.
Anger shimmers through me. Fucking Sophia. I despise that woman for touching my wife—for trying to kill my Camille.
“I’m okay,” she says. “Really. I am.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“You couldn’t have known. I mean, who would’ve guessed Sophia would come and try to kill me herself?”
“I didn’t,” I admit. In my mind, she’d use intermediaries. I never guessed she’d get her hands dirty. “But I should have been more careful. It won’t happen again.”
“Evander—” She pauses, eyes moving to my chest then back to my eyes. I hold her gaze like that, one eyebrow raised. Questioning her. Beckoning her. The steam hisses as water’s poured automatically on the coals, a fresh wave of heat and mist spreading into the room.
She takes off her towel.
I blink rapidly. Fuck, even after seeing her naked plenty of times, her body still arouses me in ways I never dreamed possible. Her nipples are hard from the moisture, and sweat drips down her lovely olive skin. I reach out to brush my knuckles against her cheek and she leans into my hand for a moment before shifting her weight and dropping to her knees in front of me.
I stare at her in surprise. She spreads my legs, hands on my thighs.
“Asteraki mu,” I say thickly.
“I keep thinking about you,” she says, taking my stiff cock in her hand. She strokes me slowly before spitting into her palm. Fuck, that’s so sexy, my heart rate triples as she rubs it into my shaft, stroking faster. “About what you said. How you wanted to treat me like your wife.”
