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“Fuck, Nico. Thank you,” Anya repeats like a prayer and lets out incoherent curses as I work her ass with my cock.
“I’m going to come, Nico. Vieni dentro di me!”Come inside me!
Her walls tighten around me. It’s as if a bomb went off in me. I come hard with a groan, feeling myself spill into her over and over.
After catching our breaths, I slowly inch out of her. She lets out a moan, and I gently pull the toy out, then head to the bathroom to clean up. When I return, I hand her a hair brush and wipe her down. Her hair is a wreck, but she looks like a goddess with her cheeks flushed and skin glowing.
“Are you telling me my hair doesn’t look good?” She giggles, taking the brush to her hair.
“You always look perfect, but I figure you’d appreciate this in the morning.” I plant a kiss on her lips.
“How did I end up with such a thoughtful husband?” she replies, winking, as she gets up and heads for the bathroom.
* * *
“Tell me everything,” Cesare asks from the monitor.
After the meeting with Caishen, Bash and Anya alerted our men that we’d need to meet first thing. Anya shares the events when we received the invitations to when we left. The Outfit capo listens intently, taking in every detail.
Bash sits at one end of the table, with Enzo to his left and Dante to his right. I’m seated next to Dante, with my wife to my right at the other end. Bo, Kai, Tao, and Grayson sit across from us, while the Violantes are lit up on the screen in front of us having called in from Chicago.
Too many damn cooks in the kitchen is all I can think of. I’ll also likely never get used to them always being around. Anya insists she doesn’t want to bother them, but they don’t want to hear it. If it must deal with her, they want in.
“Canhe do this?” Dominic asks in disgust.
“No,” I bark.
Bash speaks up after a pause.
“First, he tries to kill my brother. Then he stakes a claim on his wife. And to top it off, he fucked with our shipments.”
“I know our first priority is to avoid a war, but we’re well past that point. We’re already in the middle of one,” Anya says to the monitor.
“I think at this point, killing him is the only answer. Show them thatLa Fatale Trinitàwon’t tolerate shit,”The Deadly Trinity, Enzo declares.
“TheLa Fatale Trinità?” My wife raises a brow in question.
“It’s what people are calling our alliance. Personally, I think we can come up with something better.”
“Why does it have to be in Italian?” Anya asks, crossing her arms.
“I said the same thing. I proposed ménage trois,” Dante reveals proudly.
I reach over, but Bash beats me to it and slaps the back of his head.
“Let’s focus. How do we kill him without this falling back on us?” Dominic asks.
“Say we do. What’s going to stop his son from just picking up where he left off? After all, he’s owed a wife,” I call out.
“I don’t think we have a choice, Nico. Our other option is to give up our territory. He wants the ports, and he wants The Chemist,” Anya replies.
Dominic opens his mouth. “This makes no sense. Even if you comply—”
“Which we won’t,” I say.
“Even if you comply,” Dominic reiterates, “what makes him think we’d cooperate?”
Anya glances at me. There is one way he can actually get us on board.
