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He steps to the side, giving me a clear exit and more than anything I hate myself right now when I think of what I could be doing for the next hour or so.Him.
CHAPTER6
LEO
Iwatch her go, and for some reason, I am smiling inside. I never thought this would be fun, but it is. The tension between us is interesting and I wonder which one of us will snap first.
Chastity is unlike any other woman I have ever met, and its surprised me. I guessed she would present a challenge and I’m always up for that, however I never expected to like her. But I do. Surprisingly so, and as the door closes on what is promising to be an interesting challenge, I push the distraction aside and reach for my cell, texting my brothers to keep them updated.
Phase one complete
Dom answers first.
What’s the plan?
I tap
It’s time to go home.
Matteo joins in.
Do you need a family reunion?
No, stick to the plan and meet me at the lawyer’s office as arranged. We must appear unreconciled.
Dom replies
No problem. Call if you need anything.
Matteo’s response is merely a thumbs up.
As I pocket my cell, I sigh inside. If I had any wish, it would be that we never fell out. It’s not as if we were a close family anyway, but Diana drove a wedge between us that left splinters. They still remind me they’re there and catch me off-guard at odd moments.
Then there’s our sister, Eliza. The woman we should have protected but pushed aside to make way for another. She must have endured a living hell when we left, so much she ran away and remained hidden for well over a year before being found and returned to our father. A meeting that ended up with them being blown to pieces on a yacht in Dubai.
I will never forgive myself for that, and my brothers probably feel the same.
When Matteo told me Mario was dead, I only wished I had been the one responsible. Now we know Mario was Carlos Matasso’s son, it adds considerable darkness to the plot. There is something we’re not seeing here because why was Mario masquerading as Diana’s brother and why was he intent on winning my father’s trust over his own sons? I’m guessing the prize was The Ortega Mafia, but I can’t figure out why Carlos would go to such lengths to secure another family when his own is already bigger than most?
I leave the dining room and head to the gym to work out my frustrations in another way. Knowing Chastity is in the house is playing with my mind, and I wonder if I should head to my club instead. Fuck her out of my mind with a willing substitute, however, that wouldn’t even come close. Somehow, she’s there already, inside my head, which is why the next few days will be interesting in more ways than one, because we must fake an intimacy that is inevitable. I already know that Chastity Blake will end up under me, on top of me, and banged against a wall. The burning question is, how long she can hold out?
Ryan is already on the weights when I venture into the gym, and I nod as I take my place on the bench beside him. Most of my men work out here. I encourage them and as I said before, we are a tight ship and I prefer it that way. We need to be because every mad fucker out there wants a piece of me, and I need loyal soldiers who have my back.
Ryan grins as I take my place and grunts, “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
“Nothing else to do.”
He grins as I puff out the air of desperation. A couple of my soldiers enter the room and nod their respects as they begin their own work outs and as I lift the weights, the smell of testosterone hangs heavy in the air. The music is hard rock and adds drama to the occasion and as I work the heaviest weights, I relish the burn.
Ten minutes later, the door opens, and my heart almost gives out on me when Chastity joins us, wearing the tightest leggings and top I think I’ve ever seen. Her long dark hair is tied in a ponytail, and she flashes us all a disinterested look as she steps onto the running machine.
The fact she even found those clothes surprises me because she came here with nothing, but Ruby keeps the guest room closet well stocked, and I thank her from the bottom of my heart for this delightful outfit.
So do my men, it seems, because I could reach out and touch the tension as she starts jogging on the running machine right before our lecherous eyes, her ponytail swinging from side to side and her ass offering temptation that I doubt any of us can ignore.
I swear I hear Ryan groan, and for some reason my temper flares a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I note the desire on my other soldier’s faces as she bounces along to the beat on the running machine before our disbelieving eyes.
My gym is not a place where women workout. It’s always been a strict man cave for the roughest minds.
