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“No. Deals are a thing of the past, but you should see this video.” I smile and pull up the latest video.

Today at four pm, there has been a raid on Mayor Antonio Esposito’s home. Evidence has been given to the authorities showing the trafficking of minors for prostitution. The whereabouts of Mayor Esposito are unknown at the present time. Rumors have spread that he’s fled the jurisdiction to avoid prosecution.

“You bastard,” he roars.

“Oh, that wasn’t me. A lover scorned,” I answer with a shit-eating grin. His face drops, knowing exactly who I’m referring to. All it takes is a bit of information in the right hands after a broken heart. She’s lucky, I was so damn generous, and she got her revenge as well as a bonus after taking a large sum of Esposito’s ill-gotten gains.

Vittorio and I walk out while the metal shipping container slowly heats up in the Florida sun. Two hours later we check in on our special guests. Their pulses are thready, and they’re hanging on by a limb; it’s time to dispose of them once and for all.

We finish our workday at the docks, keeping up appearances until it’s time for me to head home to my lovely wife-to-be as if nothing special happened in my newly mundane workday. Lucy doesn’t ask questions, deciding to leave it be even after we tucked Anna in bed for the night.

“I love you, cara mia.” I kiss her soft lips, ending my day on a fabulous note.

The next morning the news is blaring with a fiery plane crash of an unregistered flight leaving a small Florida airport headed toward the border landed in the Gulf of Mexico. The mangled and charred remains of the mayor and chief were found along with a busted chest of money sprawled along the water and sinking fast. They believe most of the money was burned by the explosion or lost to the strong ocean waves that day, although some traces were found.

The traces we wanted them to find.

Chapter Twelve

Lucy

“Today’s Anna’s first day at the new school,” I inform Niccolò as I wash my hair.

“I don’t like it,” he grumbles, gliding soap down my body with extra tender loving care.

“Why not?” I ask, voice cracking as my arousal picks up. We’ve just had sex before ending up in the shower and my body is already singing from his touch.

“It’s not well protected enough.” His hands skim down my breast, cupping them before he pinches my nipples. They’re tingling to his touch, begging for more even though we should be getting dressed.

Gasping, I press my hands against the shower wall and try to fight off the pleasure. “Niccolò, have you forgotten what happened when you thought she was well protected? You met me.”

“That’s different. There are boys at that school.” One hand slides lower, dipping past my curls and pushing two fingers into my pussy.

“Yessss, and she’s just ten. Boys right now think she has cooties. In a couple of years, that will be a different story, but let’s get to that bridge before we try to cross it.” My body trembles in his arms, my desire simmering at the surface while his fingers pump in and out and his cock grinds between my ass cheeks.

“I don’t like when you’re reasonable. It’s time to get you to stop talking.” I’d argue, but I love where this is going, so very much.

“Nico,” I moan, rolling my head back onto his shoulder. His mouth comes down onto my throat, sucking and biting my flesh while his fingers play with my pussy. “You’re a dangerous man.”

“You’re learning. Now, come for me, wife.” We were married in a brief ceremony in the foyer two weeks ago, and he loves calling me by that title every chance he gets. My possessive husband loves the fact that we’re tied to each other.

“Yes, Mr. Leone,” I whimper, moaning as water slides down my body. “I’m coming.”

“Good girl, come for me.” I soak his fingers with my release, body shaking against his. With a flip of our bodies, my back hits the shower wall, and he lifts me up so he can easily thrust into my heat while I’m still pulsating.

“Fuck, I’m coming too.” I can feel his cum flood my walls. “See the way you have me wrapped around your fingers. I come from watching you orgasm.” He pulls out and helps me wash and rinse.

We have only ten minutes to get dressed once we finally make it out of the shower. It’s a mad rush to get ready, but we do finally make it downstairs to Anna who is finishing her breakfast.

“Hey, little princess, are you excited about your first day at the new school?” Niccolò asks, rubbing her head.

“Not really, but I’m going to see if I like it. Anything is better than the old school.”

“Why didn’t you ever say it was bad?” His face actually falls, and he loses color. We spoke about it briefly before and he took it to heart about being a bad guardian, but he hadn’t realized how much Anna disliked the school.

“Because I didn’t want to be a bother. My parents didn’t care that I didn’t like the school, so I figured you wouldn’t either.”

“I know you have to go to school, but we could always have you homeschooled if you want with one of the best tutors.” She looks over at me, knowing I love her to pieces. “I’m sorry, but it can’t be Lucy. She’s going to be too busy when the babies start coming.”

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