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“Four?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus.” She sighs and shakes her head.
“Call me before you leave, and when you get back.”
“Yes,Mom.”
I grit my teeth. She doesn’t understand. I don’t fucking understand it, either. I only know I need her to call me. “I’ll be in the office.”
“I’ll come by as soon as I’m done with Kurt,” she says.
Arturo and Nino will be arriving in a few minutes, but instead of heading to my office, I move to stand behind Milene. She’s still rummaging through her closet and grumbling something about a yellow T-shirt. I bend my head to bury my nose in her freshly washed and dried hair.
“Chocolate?” I ask.
She looks over her shoulder and smirks. “Nope. Coconut.”
“Hmm.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” She gasps when I slide my hand inside her panties. “You kind of demolished my pussy last night.”
I circle her clit with the tip of my finger, teasing it with fast strokes until I feel her getting wet. Her breathing quickens, and I slowly move my finger lower and slide it inside. Milene grabs the shelf in front of her and opens her legs wider, letting out a sweet moan.
“Does this hurt?” I ask and slide my finger a little deeper.
“No,” she breathes out and grabs my wrist. “More.”
“Will you call me as we agreed?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” I slide my finger out, circle her clit a few more times, then push two fingers inside her in one thrust. Milene gasps and shudders as she comes.
“You see how nice it is when we agree on things?” I kiss her neck and remove my fingers from her pussy. When I leave the room, she’s still clutching the shelf while taking rapid, shallow breaths.
* * *
“So, do we know who the snitch is?” I ask Nino, who’s sitting on a chair next to Arturo.
“It’s Tomaso,” he says. “The guys cornered him, and he broke after two hours.”
“Send someone to question him. I want to know who his contacts are, how they got in touch with him, and what he told them. You have”—I check my watch—“nine hours.”
“Okay.” Nino nods. “Then what?”
I look at Arturo. “I want all capos and team leaders in the old safe house at ten this evening.”
“All right. What should I tell them? What’s the occasion?”
“A demonstration of sorts.”
“No specifics?”
“No, we’ll leave it at that,” I say. “Where are we on Fitzgerald?”
“He hasn’t been leaving his lair.” Nino shakes his head. “I have two men outside his house at all times, but so far, no activity.”
