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I tell them aboutJericho’s Lawthat punished any judicial official who accepted a bribe with fifteen years in prison.
"You’re so brave." Santino grips my cheeks.
More tears well in my eyes as I sniffle. "You don't judge me for my past? You don't care that I was in prison?"
Santino shakes his head. "We’re mobsters. We’ve been around the block—and knownmanypeople who’ve been locked up."
"Your problem was trying to date regular Daddies," Lazaro growls, cupping my cheek. "Instead of men like us."
I stare at my three Daddies. At this moment, the sense of protection, warmth, and love that fizzes up inside me is too amazing to ignore.
These men—adore me.Love me. They’ll protect me, stand by my side, and help me through my trauma.
There’s still one thing I haven’t told them—I haven’t shared about the men who assaulted me in the joint.
"Jasper"—that was the name of my worst attacker.
I’ll do that in due time. Right now, opening up about Bentley and my incarceration is enough.
I take Santino and Marcello’s hands in mine. "I could go for another swim."
"Last one in is a rotten egg." Marcello’s lips crook into a smirk.
This time, I lead my Daddies toward the water. "Let’s swim."
ChapterThirteen
JERICHO
"Hey, bro."
I tick my head up to see Bentley walking toward me after my Daddies and I finish swimming. At present, they’re currently freshening up—without me. Apparently, they needed to gush about how much they adore me someplace where I wouldn’t hear them.
Or—at least that’s what I’m damn sure they’re doing. They claimed they needed to meet up to discuss a situation with the Riccardi family—whoever that is—but boys always know the truth.
My heart fills with warmth at once. Without pausing a beat, I rush toward my brother, then bury him in my arms. "I’m glad to see you, little bro."
Bentley issues me a cheesy grin. "Did your date go well with your new Daddies? I was worried when you didn’t come back to the hotel where Roman and I are staying. We thought you were murdered."
I shake my head in amusement. "My ass got murdered. And so did my dick." I can’t help but smirk. "As far as the rest of me goes, I’m very much here."
Bentley pushes out a breath of relief. "Glad to hear that. I mean, I know you can defend yourself—you can’t survive eight years in Rikers Island without learning how to fend off attackers."
"You can say that again."
Three shadows fall over my shoulders. Spinning around, I lay eyes on the most beautiful men ever.
Lazaro holds a cup of pink Italian ice with the cutest plastic pink spoon sticking out of the top. He dons a pink muscle shirt, one with a sparkly unicorn on the breast—it makes his muscles pop. A pink hat sits on his head, keeping his thick locks from falling into his eyes.What a stud.
My eyes turn toward Marcello next. Unlike Lazaro, he’s not decked out in pink—in fact, the only thing he wears are black shorts. His bare, toned chest shines in the sunlight, his muscles contorting and looking lickable.
I turn to Santino next—and lose my ability to breathe. The tallest of the brothers, he no longer surprises me with his sexiness. Today is an exception. Right now, Santino is wearing a fitted suit that hugs his bulging muscles like a lover. His shoulders pop, and the suit makes his jaw look so chiseled it could slice paper.
I push Bentley forward. "Meet my Daddies."
Bentley’s eyes pop. "My brother is one lucky boy."
Lazaro pushes out a grunt as he approaches me, then snakes his arm around my waist. "We’rethe lucky ones. Jericho is the most perfect boy to ever live. How we managed to exist in this cruel world before we met him, I don't know."
