Page 134 of My Pucking Crush

Dazed and on autopilot, I ride my elevator, and when I’m inside my apartment, I take stock of my injuries. The soreness in my ribsshouldkeep me out of the game. But no matter what, I’m playing tomorrow.

And sending as many Richmond players as I can to the hospital.

SEVENTY-ONE

Luca

Iwatch Max drive off and down the hill to his garage. My heart aches in my chest to the point I can’t breathe.

He... He loves me.

He knows every awful thing about me and he loves me. Even after what Belova did to him because of me, he still wants me. He even offered to skip the games so Belova’s team could win. That’s more of a sacrifice than anyone could ever imagine. It gutted me.

Max doesn’t understand that growing up in the bratva is all I know. I tried a life outside. But it found me. I’m still wrapped up in Belova’s world. It’s like Stockholm Syndrome. Our captor becomes our universe and we can’t exist anywhere else.

The horn of the BMW that followed us knocks me from my thoughts. One of Belova’s lackeys drove with Nero, and when I approach the car, he opens the door to the backseat.

Chivalry.

Only, Nero gets in next to me.

Ugh.

“Keep it clean back there until we get to the hotel,” the lackey cackles.

What? A hotel?

This was Nero’s price to become Enforcer.

Me.

But I immediately throw my arm over his leg to play along.

“Miss me, huh?” I ask. “Miss my mouth aroundyour dick?”

He turns to me. “So fucking much.”

I rub his groin and he hardens on the spot. “Give me my phone.”

He narrows his eyes on me, but reaches into his pocket. To ease his suspicion, I don’t even look at it. Just tuck it away and continue my hand job.

“Fuck, yeah.” Nero sits back and undoes his pants.

“You guys gross me out,” the driver says.

“Ivan doesn’t seem to mind his underboss and enforcer fucking. Belova is your king,” I say even though I’m the one with the name that means king.

Nero fists his hard but rather small cock. “Suck it, baby.”

I grip his face to the point I might crack his cheekbones. “Don’t fucking call me baby. Ever.”

I sound like Max, but that will always be whatIcallhim. Because he will always be mine to love and to protect.

I close my hand around Nero’s cock and use my other hand to trail up and down his torso. He smiles, thinking I like his body, but I’m checking to see where his gun is.

Feeling it on his waist, I quickly grab Nero’s throat. “I want the favor returned in the hotel.”

“Anything.” He breathes and juts his hips out. “Anything for that glorious mouth of yours.”

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