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"Actually, I do intend to do so. If she can't start behaving herself, I'll get a cage to put her in." My words are meant to be lighthearted, but Teddy's eyes go dark in an unexpected way.
"Hey, don't joke about that sort of thing," he says seriously, his voice low and firm.
"Sorry," I apologize, though unsure why it triggered him.
I let out a heavy sigh. "What do you suggest I do? I'm trying to figure out this situation with the Irish and Primo, and Lulu's distractions aren't helping."
"Tell me what's going on with the Irish," Teddy says, leaning forward.
"They're unhappy because we're not moving guns. Which means that they're not making money off the shipments or sales. The bulk of their business came from us. So, now they've got a significant hole in their income stream."
"Yeah, they were always tough bastards," he agrees. "That's why Constantino always dealt with them – he's literally the toughest of all four of us."
"Can't argue with that." I pause, then ask, "Have you heard anything from Constantino lately?"
Teddy shakes his head but doesn't say a word, which makes me think he's not being entirely truthful. He hesitates before continuing. "Look, I'm not sure what to do about the Irish. That's not my expertise. But maybe if you give Lulu some positive attention, you'll be less stressed and better equipped to handle the Irish."
His suggestion lingers in the air as I weigh my options. I know he's right, but admitting it isn't easy. Teddy watches me, waiting for my response, but there are no words yet – just the silent struggle within me.
My thoughts drift to last night, and I struggle to fight the arousal growing within me. The memory of how good her throat felt around my cock, and how much pleasure I derived from finger fucking her until she squirted all over herself and my hand – it's intoxicating. I want to do it again, and so much more, but I know that would only complicate things between us further.
"Teddy," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "she's had plenty of attention. All she gets is attention."
"Positiveattention," he counters, his gaze unwavering. "She can't just be dragged to work, day in, day out. Or yelled at all the time and expect to be happy and well-adjusted."
"I never said I cared about her happiness," I scoff.
"No. But, you did say you wanted her not to cause you problems.”
"Yes, well, thank you for your input," I tell him, my tone dismissive. "I'll think about what you said."
He gets up from the couch, shrugging. "I know you won't, but you should." With that, Teddy leaves my office, closing the door behind him.
I lean back in my chair, letting out a slow breath. Despite wanting to consider Teddy's words, my mind stubbornly replays scenes from last night. Lulu's defiance, the way she fought against me, only to finally submit to me – it was exhilarating. My hand slips beneath the waistband of my pants, wrapping around my erection as I lose myself in the memories.
Then, my thoughts shift to those shoes she bought. Her feet looked so enticing in those beautiful heels; I start to imagine fucking her until she's crying and pleading for my forgiveness. And then, I'd come all over those expensive shoes, ruin them, and make her cry even harder. The thought pushes me over the edge, and I come in my hand, whispering her name like a curse.
I know I need to consider Teddy's advice. But God help me, it's hard to think about anything other than punishing her and the ways our twisted desires intertwine.
Catching my breath, I clean up and take a moment to gather my thoughts. Teddy's words echo in my mind, and as much as I hate to admit it, he might be right. Lulu needs some positive attention if I want her to stay somewhat content under these circumstances.
I've been keeping tabs on the trial; Lulu's father is likely to face conviction, andEl Lobo'sincreasing violence in Miami has been wiping out his supporters. It can't be easy for her, especially considering she wasn't involved in the business side of things.
"Alright then," I mutter to myself, picking up my cell phone and dialing a number.
"Hello?" Isabella, Primo's wife, answers, sounding surprised by my call.
"Isabella, it's Giovanni. I was wondering if you'd be willing to take a friend to lunch?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
"Of course! Who is it?" Her curiosity piqued, she listens intently.
"Her name is Lulu. She's staying with me because it's not safe for her in Miami right now. She misses her family and has been feeling down," I explain, justifying my request.
"Ah, I see. Well, my sister and I always do Sunday brunch, so she could join us tomorrow if that's not too short notice?" Isabella offers generously.
"Perfect. She'll be there, and thank you." I pause, remembering her condition. "How's the pregnancy coming along?"
Isabella sighs. "I don't enjoy being pregnant," she admits, sounding weary.
