Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The room’s dark. I hit a switch and dull, gold-and-orange bulbs glow in the ceiling, casting a sultry haze over a silk-covered bed, and at least five different fucking machines, plus a whole store’s worth of sex toys, from ass plugs to dildos in every imaginable shape and size.
Claudia gapes and turns to me. “Tell me we’re in the supply closet right now.”
“This is our private spot.” I gesture at the walls as the door shuts behind me. “No cameras. No microphones.”
“Seriously?” She frowns slightly. “Do the other rooms still have that stuff?”
“Sometimes I feel like you forget that I’m a part of a crime family.” I pull her against me and bury her mouth with mine. She whimpers into my kiss and looks flushed and gorgeous when I pull back.
“I can live with that,” she whispers, and looks over her shoulder at a particularly huge fuck machine. “But I’m not so sure about that one.”
“We’ll ease you in, don’t worry.”
She shivers in my arms. “You’re crazy. You know that? But I love it. And I love you.”
“Yeah, I know, baby. Now, please, would you mind undressing and putting those handcuffs on? I’m going to tease your pussy with about ten different vibrators until you’re squirming and begging to get off, and then I’m going to fuck you into pure submissive oblivion.”
She blinks and laughs awkwardly. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I kiss her and pull her hair. “Now. Strip and cuff. Say, yes, Angelo.”
“Yes, Angelo,” she whispers, eyes lidded and lovely, and she does exactly what I asked.
Chapter 49
Angelo
Simon’s office is warm and claustrophobic. He’s got piles of boxes filled with files and folders and his fireplace is crackling. My brother stands going through documents and tossing half of them into the flames, the ashes gushing up through the chimney, up into the sky.
“A little spring cleaning,” he says with a shrug. “Thanks for coming in.”
“You need help with all this?” I gesture at the two-dozen boxes he still needs to go through.
“No, it’s okay. I find it weirdly therapeutic. Most of this stuff was from Dad’s day and it’s all either outdated, completely wrong, or extremely incriminating.”
“Why’d he keep the incriminating stuff?”
“Who knows. Arrogance? A bad filing system?” He tosses more paper into the fire. “I’m modernizing this fucking Famiglia whether it wants that or not. This just feels right, you know? I think it’s time we really move on.”
I head over to the bar cart and pour myself a drink. “Alright, if you don’t want help burning our documents, what’d you need?”
“I wanted to talk about Cage.” He closes a folder and walks over to his desk. He sinks down with a sigh. “You’ve been running it.”
“Someone had to step up with Tommy gone.”
“Income’s been good. Rodrigo still sends me the statements.” He gives me a sheepish smile. “Don’t be mad at the poor guy.”
I just shrug. “No worries,” I tell him, since I’m the one that ordered Rodrigo to make sure Simon was kept in the loop.
“Look, I should have done this sooner, but things have been busy. But you are officially back in control of Club Cage, and I’m sorry I ever considered leaving it with Tommy. That was fucking stupid. I got distracted by money.”
“Water under the bridge.”
Simon nods at that, but doesn’t seem convinced. “I know it’s been hard since you got out of prison. But Claudia’s been good. I’m glad you found her.”
“I am too.” More than he even knows. Without Claudia, I’m not sure where I’d be right now.
My revenge is over. Everyone that betrayed me is dead. But without a quest, without a reason to keep getting up in the morning, I’m not sure where I’d be right now.
Claudia’s that reason. I open my eyes, and it’s her. I close them, and she’s in my dreams. We’re working at Cage together, cooking dinner together, fucking like possessed teenagers together. And I’m showing no signs of getting bored, slowing down, or moving on.
Everything’s for her now, and that’s better than revenge.
“There are still some loose ends.” Simon tilts his head from side to side, looking annoyed. “We got a lot of Tommy’s network when he tried to make a break for it, but we didn’t get everyone. There’s still a small group of Serbians in the city somewhere and we need to make sure we find them.”
“Think they’ll be a problem?”
“Everyone and everything is a problem to the Don, but no, not in the grand scheme. I just want you to keep an eye out and see if you can finish them off.”
“Giving me a new job now?”
“You’re back in the fold, youngest brother. How’s that feel?”
“Feels like I’m already tired of calling you Don.”
Simon laughs and holds up his glass. “To the Bianco Famiglia.”
“To the Famiglia.”
We drink together. I think about my new job. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be safe, but it’s important to the family. And I’m ready to start doing more.