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“Don’t stop, Red. Don’t fucking stop.” My hand works faster, harder. “I’m going to come all over your hand. Fuck yes, I am.” Shaw’s head drops back, and he lets out a long, deep groan. “Fuckkk.” His thick, warm cum hits my hand and wrist.
Shaw brings his head forward as though it causes him effort to do so. “Fuck, that was good.” He grins at me.
I release his cock, and he maneuvers himself back into his boxers and pants as I lean over the counter for the paper towel to wipe up his cum.
His chest heaves as he watches me from the opposite end of the counter, his hands gripping the sides. “I won’t be dictated to by your brother, Emi. If I want to take my family out, I won’t ask for permission, and it’s fucked up that you think that’s even acceptable.”
I wipe the excess cum from my arm, amazed at how far it travels. Shaw ignores the fact I’m cleaning his cum from me and continues on with his tirade. “Do you ever leave the house without permission at all?” His voice grows louder at my lack of response.
“No,” I simply say because that’s the truth. I always run things past Luca or Maxim.
Shaw’s face contorts with anger again, and I cringe thinking about him losing his temper when I’ve just calmed him down. “And don’t think you can jack my cock every time we have a disagreement and I’ll give in. That’s not how this shit works.” He clenches his jaw and glares down at me with something bordering on hate, and I despise that he associates his feelings with me that way.
Emotion clogs my throat, and I have to clear it before speaking. “The last time someone left the house without guards, my sister’s remains were found. She’d been strangled and raped, Shaw. My brother’s overprotective for a reason. He doesn’t want to see me and my baby as a product of the Mafia world, he wants us kept safe.”
Shaw’s body sags and his face softens, but I turn to ignore him, pissed I had to bring Eleanor into the conversation again. I head toward the stairs, leaving Shaw in the kitchen.
He needs to understand there’s a reason for the security. It’s not done as a possessive action; it’s done as an act of protectiveness and ultimately, love.
SHAW
My rage at Luca’s control over my family dissipated in a matter of seconds when Emi explained the reasoning behind his overprotective behavior.
I can’t imagine losing a loved one in such circumstances, and when Emi indicated that could happen to her and the baby, a deep-seated sickness spread from the pit of my stomach into my bones. The fact that she referred to bump as her baby pissed me off beyond belief, but she was hurting at my childish reaction, so I’ll give her that jibe for now.
I reach for the whiskey and pour myself a glass, tossing it back in one go. I ignore the heat of it and pick up my cell phone to call the one man I cannot fucking stand: Luca Varros.
He answers within seconds. “Is Emi okay?” I brush my hand over my heart at the concern in his voice. The guy genuinely cares for his family, and I need to be more understanding of their circumstances.
“She’s fine.”
“The baby?” Again, guilt pricks me in the chest.
“Fine. They’re both fine.”
“Then what the fuck do you want? You can’t back out of this; I’ll fucking kill you myself if you try.” I almost chuckle at his taunt and the fact that he thinks I would be so weak as to give up on Emi and our baby.
I clear my throat and try to remain diplomatic, but I don’t intend on asking his permission either.
“Emi is coming to my office tomorrow and then I’m taking her for a baby scan; she mentioned you may need to add additional security.” I drag a hand through my hair at his silence.
Anxiety creeps in, and it feels like minutes tick by before he utters a word.
“You have an on-site doctor,” he clips back, void of any emotion.
I clench my teeth, trying to remain calm. Keeping my voice low and controlled, I reply with ease, “You’re right but this scan is a 3D one. We’ll be able to see the baby’s features, it’s really clear compared to any other scan Emi has had, and it’ll be my first experience of one too. I want it to be special for her.”
Silence fills the air. So much so I pull the phone from my ear to make sure we haven’t been disconnected.
Until I hear him exhale. “You organized this?”
“Yes. I thought it would be nice for Emi.” My tone is snippier, and I kick myself for not remaining as calm as I’d hoped.
“I’ll need the locations and times. She’ll have extra guards.”
Again, I remind myself this is for her and the baby’s safety. “Of course.”
Luca ends the call, leaving me dumbstruck.Who ends a call without a goodbye?
