Page 104 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

I feel my body tense involuntarily as I realize that she really does want to know. Something wild and uncontained takes flight in my chest.

Here I am, forcing myself to be patient with her and not scare her, and yet to my delight, she seems eager to lose herself in me.

“We found him,” I say, keeping my voice neutral.

Her fingers trace patterns on my shoulders, a soothing gesture that contrasts with the intensity of her gaze. “And you managed to . . . talk to him?”

I almost laugh at her choice of words. “In a manner of speaking, yes,” I reply, watching her face carefully.

She nods as if confirming something to herself. “How long did the ‘talk’ last?”

I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. When I open them, Addy is still watching me, waiting. “About three hours,” I admit.

Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t look away. “So then he died of a broken heart?” she asks, her tone making it clear it’s not really a question.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you tortured him for information until his heart gave out,” she says. It’s not an accusation, just a statement of fact.

I incline my head, studying her. There’s no disgust in her eyes, no fear. Just a calm acceptance that both relieves and worries me. “I’m concerned with your thought process here, Addy,” I say, my brow furrowing.

She shrugs, the movement causing small waves to lap against us. “I can’t work, I can’t blog. All that morbidity has to go somewhere.”

Her words hang between us for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she continues, “So, is that . . . is that what you do? For work, I mean.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Did you not hear when I said bright and shiny? I have a life beyond killing people, baby.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “So what exactly do you do for the Outfit then?”

“I’m surprised you’ve not pumped it out of Sophie yet, what with your daily gossip.”

She giggles and slaps me playfully. “We don’t gossip about you.”

“Really?” I shift her in my arms, moving us to the edge of the pool where I can sit on the underwater ledge and keep her in my lap. “What do you talk about then?”

“Everything else.”

“I see.” I slowly loosen the tie of her bikini until her breasts spill into my palm, gratified when she doesn’t bat an eyelash at being half-naked outside.

“I run a company called Voltex. It’s a company based in Detroit that manufactures lithium-ion batteries for electric cars.”

What I don’t tell her is that half of Voltex is now a smoking pile of ruins as of half an hour ago, thanks to the Irish Mob.

Addy’s eyes go wide, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of surprise, and then her lower lip disappears between her teeth when I softly stroke a rosy nipple.

“What, did you think I spent my days lurking in dark alleys and mugging people?”

She chuckles, the sound ending in a moan when I pinch her nipple. Still, I can see the curiosity burning in her green eyes warring with her growing desire.

Then apparently making up her mind about what she wants more, she drags my hand down into the water and between her legs. I don’t need to be invited twice. Nudging the crotch of her bikini to the side, I slide two fingers inside her hot depth. Addy buries her face in my neck and moans as I slowly finger her.

To my surprise, she continues to quiz me. “And . . . ah, the other gritty aspects . . . drugs? Prostitution? Gambling?”

I smirk, “Oh yeah, we’ve got those too, but that’s your daddy’s forte.”

When I feel her small teeth playfully sink into my neck, my cock throbs in response. I stand and walk us to the smoother edge of the pool, then crowd her against the wall.

“Be serious,” she chides.

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