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“What,” he exhales, “After that I needed a fucking smoke. Shit, people down the street probably need one too.”
He flicks the butt when I reach him, “That’s her, right? Frank’s kid?”
Luca continues when I nod my head, “I’m going to need you to explain what kind of mind-fuckery Cassanova shit you’re doing. You basically bought her. And now she’s suddenly coming on jobs with you and fucking you next to dead guys?”
“I’m fucking charming.”
“It probably doesn’t hurt that you have a shit ton of money and a huge cock,” he laughs.
“Funny,” I pause, getting back to business, “Gregorian?”
“I’ve been out here trying to figure that out,” Luca rubs his jaw, “I cannot come up with a single reason Gregorian would be spending time with the head of the Yakuza. Their families hate each other.”
“That was my thought as well. I say we stir up some shit and see what happens.”
“I like the sound of this.”
“Make sure he makes his way back home, with a little note from Gregorian. We’ll see what happens from there. Call me when it’s done.”
Luca heads back into the warehouse with a strange smirk on his face.
This should be interesting.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Avalie
Renzo is different.
This is a side of him that I have never seen. Yes, he always tends to me to ensure that I am okay after we…um…play? But never like this.
My feet have not touched the ground since the warehouse. Renzo carried me into the house and up to his room. And even now my feet are not on the floor.
Renzo is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with me in his lap, while he draws a bath. His hand delicately slides from my thigh, down my calf to my ankle before unstrapping my heel. Throwing it to the floor, he gently rubs my foot. He proceeds to do the same with the other before gingerly rubbing his hand back up my leg to my thigh bringing the dress with it. With ease, he removes it from my body, leaving me naked on his lap.
With his lips on my neck, his finger traces over the scratches left behind from his knife, “Bellisima. So beautiful.”
Turning his body, he gently lowers me into the tub before standing. I watch as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. Slowly revealing his pronounced pecs and then each ripple of his hard abs. Throwing the shirt to the floor, he kicks off his shoes as he unbuckles his belt. Undoing his button and zipper, he pushes his pants to the floor. Standing is just his black boxer briefs is a perfect specimen of man. He is built like a fucking statue.
Well, like a statue but significantly more well-endowed.
“Renzo,” my eyes questionably drop to the bulge in his boxers.
“I’m not getting in Ava,” he reassures me as he puts his feet in the tub, “Now move forward a little.”
Scooching forward, I deadpan, “I was just going to ask what you feed that thing.”
Grabbing below my chin he chuckles as he pulls me back between his thighs. Gently tilting my head back until I am looking in his eyes, he bends down and kisses my lips.
“This beautiful, fucking sassy mouth. Your sweet fucking cunt,” he pauses while he pours water over my hair.
“And someday soon,” he gently lathers shampoo in my hair, “that perky round ass of yours.”
We are silent as he rinses my hair and repeats the process with conditioner, before delicately washing every inch of my skin.
He steps from the tub, his wet legs pooling water on the floor, “Soak for a moment. I’m going to take a quick shower to wash off.”
It is only at this moment, I realize that he still has blood splattered across his face and neck. While washing me, he was also cleaning off the blood he had left on my skin.
