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Grayson and Maddie, the worst pair on the planet at hiding their relationship. The man who swore off kissing a woman for almost eight years sure as hell kissed her.The truth is, everyone can see what they have is the real deal, no matter how they try to hide it from us.
A whole year we’ve had to put up with them avoiding each other, and now, it looks like they’ve finally caved. I’ve got a ten grand bet with my foster brother, Keller, that they would screw by the end of the year. I probably should up the bet to ‘married’ by the end of the year.
I’ve known Grayson since the moment he stepped foot into New York seven years ago. I gave him a life here when he ran from his own in Chicago. The best decision I’ve made. I gained another brother and right-hand man.
“Fuck you,” he grits out.
“I’d rather you stick to fucking Maddie, thanks.”
Frankie slaps his palm against his thigh.“Who’s Grayson fucking?” He turns to me.
“Maddie, Sienna’s best friend. You know the blonde one. She’s sassy as hell.”
I can feel Grayson’s gaze burning into the back of my head.
“Ohhh, getting down and dirty with the best friend, nice.” Frankie gives him a wink.
Grayson stiffens in his seat, and I can’t help but laugh.
“We’re just giving you shit, G. You know I’m happy for you.”
And I am. Much like Keller, Grayson has found his person. Happiness suits the grumpy marine.
I turn on the ignition and put the raging inferno of a warehouse behind us.
When I pull up to the curb at his place, Grayson nearly jumps out before I even stop. He must be itching to get out of the car for hisdatewith Maddie.
“Have funnotfucking Maddie,” I call out as he makes his way towards his building.
I drive to my estate with Frankie. Once inside, I head straight towards the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.
Taking his scotch, Frankie lets out a sigh as he leans against the marble counter.
“Boss, Marco isn’t going to let up. We need to hit harder, do something that will break him. These men don’t mean shit to him. They are nobodies he’s plucked off the damn streets.”
I take a moment to savor the smooth burn of my own drink. He’s right. In all these months, Marco has been unpredictable. But, no matter what we do, he just recruits more.
It’s always been hostile with the Falcones, since the day I was given the keys to the Kingdom after my birth father’s death.
He must have seen me, the little street rat, as an easy target. Well, I’ve proven that fucker wrong. I’ve managed to keep the power in my hands all this time.
Things were at a standstill until he made the world's greatest mistake. He orchestrated the kidnapping of Keller’s wife. He started a war that I fully intend to finish. The commissioner’s even backing me.
“We need to do something big. But we can’t risk Nico’s safety. I mean, we know Marco is unhinged.”He steps into the next room and lowers his tall frame to the black leather couch. Crossing his ankle over his knee, he looks more comfortable in my living room than I feel most of the time.
“Enzo sent over the files on Marco’s daughters.”I briefly looked at them this morning, but I haven’t had a chance to dig deeper yet.
The cushion creaks as he leans forward and his dark brow rises.
“He doesn’t hide them well.” I pull out my phone and open the email, clicking on the first picture. Two Italian girls stare back at me.
“Eva, the youngest, on the left. Rosa, on the right,”I mutter, reading the contents of the email.
The one redhead on the left is younger, not by much. She looks nothing like the woman on the right that I can’t take my eyes off of. Smaller than her sister, she has a waist that looks like it's begging for my hands and a set of hips that I bet would fit mine perfectly. Her big brown eyes are staring right at me over a set of deep red fuck-me lips. I can’t deny it–despite being the daughter of the enemy, she is beautiful.
Rubbing my hand along my day old stubble, my eyes still fix on her. Rosa. My cock starts to twitch against my zipper. I shuffle in my seat to try to rectify it. What the fuck is going on with me?
This isn’t how we do things. We respect women, always. It’s non-negotiable. My foster mom would rip my heart out of my chest for bringing harm to a woman.
