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“Fucking people,” Frankie replies.

“What? How, who?”

Frankie turns to me and motions for me to repeat what I said to her. “The FBI have information that you’re bringing in a shipment of people.”

“Did they say where they got that information from?” I’m in this now. I shake my head. “What else did they say?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why did they tell you?” G pushes.

I pull my shoulders back and hold onto the fact that it was a courtesy. “Because they fucking did,” I say with an elevated voice. “You’re welcome.”

“Calm down.” Frankie moves between G and me. She turns to G and asks, “Where’s the girl?”

“She’s gone to bed.”

Frankie nods and chews on the inside of her cheek. “Fill the capos in, and get them to put feelers out. We need to figure out who’s bringing shipments into my territory. If it’s one of my men, you know what to do.”

“Do you want them to pay tribute?”

“Not on people smuggling. We don’t do that shit. Send them home, piece by piece.” G nods and backs away, but not before giving me a look of utter contempt. Frankie shuts the door, disrobes and heads back into the shower. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

It gives me a few moments to completely dry myself and sink into her bed. Frankie is out of the shower by the time I’m in the bed. I hear the hairdryer before she waltzes into the room naked. Her hair is slightly wet, her body is perfectly dry.

She sits at her dressing table and begins to lather moisturizer into her body. I can’t tear my eyes off of her. “Stop staring. You look like a freak.”

“Here’s this hardcore mafia don rubbing moisturizer on her body.”

She stops and looks up at me. “I don’t even know what to say to that, except you’re a weirdo.” When she finishes, she stands and walks over to the bed. “If you fucking snore, I will shoot you.” Frankie pulls the covers back and slides in beside me.

“If you snore, I’ll shoot you,” I tease.

“I’d like to see you try.” She turns on her side and backs up to me. “And don’t even think about drooling on my pillow.” I place my hand to her stomach and move Frankie so my body is molded around hers. “Don’t snore in my ear.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

I hear a small chuckle from her, but at least she doesn’t argue.

Chapter 24

Frankie

My eyes spring open and I find myself on my back, with my legs open and Miller’s head between my thighs, feasting on me. “What are you doing?” I ask with a croaky voice.

“Shut up, I’m eating.” He lifts his hand to knead and play with my nipple as his mouth devours my pussy. “Mmm, delicious.”

I roll my eyes closed as he flicks his tongue against my clit. I push my fingers through his dark, thick hair and grip it with force. “Keep doing that,” I moan while holding his head in place. I scoot down further and open my legs wide. God, he has a magic mouth. I open my eyes, release his hair and lean up on my elbows to watch.

He looks up at me while he eats my pussy. Our eyes are locked as I watch him watch me. I love how his mouth is full of me. When Miller darts his tongue out and licks me, I nearly lose myself. “I love your cunt.”

“For such a good boy, you have a dirty mouth, Senator.”

He bites on my clit causing me to suck in a deep breath. “Governor,” he corrects.

I smirk and wink. He stops and pulls back. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you stopping, I haven’t come yet.”

“And you won’t until you call me governor.”

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