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It’s almostmidnight by the time I head to bed. Passing Mia’s room, I see the faint glow of a lamp from beneath her door. Is she awake, or does she sleep with the light on? It wouldn’t be surprising, given her history.
I pause outside her door. She’s probably asleep, but I rest my forehead against the cool oak and knock as softly as I can.
I’m about to walk away when the door opens and she’s standing there in a tiny tank top and panties. She smiles at me, like she knew I’d be here. Maybe we both did.
“Everything okay?” She purrs the words, and they bypass my brain and travel straight to my dick.
My eyes rake over her body and I’m already hard. “I figured…” Studying her face, I try to determine whether I’m pushing too far. Can we both walk away if we do this again? She sinks her perfect white teeth into that lush lower lip, and all reason goes out of the window. “If it’s still the same day, it counts as the one time, right?”
Her perky tits jiggle as she lets out the sexiest little laugh. “I think that’s right,” she agrees, stepping back and allowing me into her room. I follow, closing the door behind me and herding her toward the bed.
Later in the night, while I’m fucking Mia way into the next day, I tell myself that it’s still the one time. It definitely won’t happen again.
ChapterTwenty-Three
LORENZO
“You’re not going to do anything stupid, are you?” Max asks with a wicked glint in his eyes. Max DiMarco might have mellowed in recent years, since he married my kid sister, but he’s as unhinged as I am. Even more so in some respects.
Tension seeps into my pores and I roll my shoulders and crack my neck to try and ease a little of it. “Is this why you tagged along? Did Dante send you to babysit me?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Just keeping you company, buddy.”
I look across the parking lot at the motel, the one where Deputy Superintendent Hayes fucks his mistress every Thursday morning. “Like I believe that.”
“Number twenty-six, right?”
“Same every week.”
After scanning the buildings, he gives me the side eye. “You sure this is a wise move?”
“I’m not going to fucking kill him. But whatever Mulcahy has on this prick is something no other fucker seems to know about, so how else do we find out unless we go straight to the source?”
We come to a stop outside the motel room. “And we can’t ask Brad,” Max says, eyes narrowed as he holds my gaze.
“No. Mia specifically asked us not to.”
His mouth curls up in a smirk. “That’s what I just said.”
I press my ear to the door. “I know what you’re thinking. Fucking cut it out.”
He laughs again. “Mind reader now, huh?”
Ignoring him, I listen to the sounds coming from the room. A man’s voice and a high-pitched giggling. “We have no reason to go after Brad right now. The raids on our businesses have stopped, and he’s leaving Mia alone.” Although I’m still not convinced we shouldn’t wipe the piece of shit from the face of the earth. But Dante said we should respect Mia’s wishes, and I agreed, albeit grudgingly.
“So, why are we about to bust into Hayes’s motel room?” Max asks with a devious grin.
“Because I still want to know what the fuck Mulcahy has on this slimy prick.” I drop my shoulder and ram it against the door, breaking the cheap-ass lock and bursting into the room.
The woman screams, clutching the sheets to her chest to maintain her modesty, as if we’re interested in seeing her tits.
Max picks up what looks like a dress and a bra from the floor and throws it at her. “Get dressed and get the fuck out of here.” Shrieking, she scrambles off the bed.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Hayes shouts, pulling the covers over himself.
“Private detectives. Your wife hired us.” Max chuckles as he pulls up a chair and takes a seat.
“Pete?” The woman scrambles to pull on her clothes.
