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A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, then he says, “Montes is dead. It’s over,amo.”
It’s over.
I stare at Renzo as the words sink in. All the hell we’ve been through flits through my mind, and it feels like a weight rolls off my shoulders.
After everything I’ve been through, I deserve my chance at happiness, and I’m going to grab it with both hands.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to Renzo’s, and I kiss him with every ounce of love I have for him.
He takes over control, and just like all the times before, the kiss quickly turns wild and passionate. Our tongues dance, and our lips knead as if we’ll die if we stop.
Renzo’s hands move down my sides, and while he pushes my dress up my thighs, I undo his belt and pull down his zipper.
We’re completely in sync.
I pull his cock free, and shoving my panties to the side, I sink down on him. Having him fill me makes my body shudder from how good it feels.
Renzo grips hold of my hips, and the pace is slow as we make love. The intimacy filling the air around us has me focusing on the taste and feel of the man who stole my heart.
I never believed I’d have this once-in-a-lifetime love. It happened in the most unconventional way, and the price we had to pay almost broke us.
Maybe it did, and our broken pieces fit perfectly together.
My stomach spins with nerves as I check that everything is ready for tonight.
I’ve made finger foods because all the heads of the Cosa Nostra are coming over for a poker game.
Renzo said they used to have it every two weeks, but two of the men got married and started families, so now it’s once every other month.
At least their wives are also coming, so I won’t be the only woman.
“Stop fussing,” Renzo says from the living room. “Come sit by me.”
“I just want –”
“Skylar, come sit your ass down right now!”
With a scowl on my face, I walk to the living room and say, “Don’t take that tone with me. It doesn’t work anymore.”
His eyebrow lifts as he rises to his feet. “Is that so?”
“Yes. You don’t scare me.”
I watch as his features tighten until the predatory look I used to fear settles over his face like a dark cloud.
I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest.
Slowly, he stalks closer until I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact.
A smile threatens to form on my face as I say, “It’s actually a turn-on.”
He can’t keep up the pretense, and the corner of his mouth lifts as he chuckles. Just as he takes hold of me and pulls me closer, the elevator doors open.
“Not in front of the triplets,” I hear a man say.
“What? I was just going to show them how they were made,” Renzo jokes as he turns around and walks away from me so he can greet his friend with a handshake.
My eyes dart between the beautiful blonde, the strollers, and the man. They look like a typical family.
