Page 6 of One Wild Night

"Yeah, it looks like it," she grumbled. Shit! While she was kneeling on the floor in front of Tony, I could see right down her top. A fucking black lace bra? You havegotto be kidding me.

"Where is he?" I heard Carlo before I saw him, his voice laced with concern. The doctor was close behind him. "Will youeverlearn, son?" he hissed. "What the fuck happened? I thought we had agreed on Ryan leading this one."

"Tony tried to act like the big man, as usual," Bennett glared. "If it wasn't for Ryan, your son would be dead right now."

"Is that true?" Carlo glared at Tony, throwing his arms up in the air. "You can't win these battles alone, Antonio! Youhaveto let Ryan help you. How will you ever take over for me if you can't even trust your second in command?"

"I trust him," Tony muttered, looking over at me.

"He just doesn't like me calling the shots," I added. I fucking knew what it was all about. I didn't want to take Carlo’s place, though, and the sooner Tony realized that, the better it would be for everyone. I just wanted to fuck his girlfriend...with his permission, of course.

"Just let the doctor fix you up," Carlo stressed to his son. "Trixie, can you show Doctor Banks to one of the spare rooms? Bennett and Adam will help Tony get there." I watched Trixie as she stood, hypnotized by her fucking perfection. Tony was such a lucky asshole to have her, but he couldn’t see it for what it was. He was constantly dipping his dick in any pussy that wandered his way, the fucking idiot.

Fuck, if Trixie were mine...I shook my head to clear it. Thoughts like that were likely to get me killed someday. The one thing I knew for sure, though, was that hers would be the only pussy my dick would visit for the rest of eternity if it were possible. How could that dumb fucker think any woman was better than her? He was fucking insane.

"Come have a drink with me, Ryan," Carlo muttered. Wordlessly, I followed him into the study. As he poured us both a glass of bourbon, he spoke again. "It would seem that I’m in your debt."

"It was nothing. I was just doing my job."

"You've gotten my son out of many scrapes over the years."

"He's like a brother to me. I have to watch his back."

"You never ask for anything in return, though," Carlo commented thoughtfully.

"There’s only one thing I want, and he would never agree to it."

"Oh, yes...Trixie," he chuckled. "Well, that would be up to the two of them."

"I would never degrade her that way. Besides, Trixie has never been interested in me like that." I knew it for a fact. Hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I’d asked if I could fuck her. She would always just roll her eyes at me and tell me to sober up before Tony beat the shit out of me.

"Tony doesn't treat her with the respect she deserves." Didn't I fucking know that?

"Yet she still cares for him." No matter how badly Tony treated her, Trixie never seemed to let it get to her. She was always there for him, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon, whether I understood it or not.

"What can I offer you, Ryan? You can have anything."

"You know what I want, just like you know that Tony will never agree. Let’s just drop it."

“Is there nothing else? Surely there must besomething. You’re like a son to me, Ryan. Tony doesn’t realize how lucky we are to have you on our side, but I do. Trixie can’t be the only thing you fantasize about.” I wasn’t sure why, but my dream car suddenly crossed my mind. Okay, it wasn’t Trixie, but it was the next best thing. Could I be that fucking greedy? Oh, fuck it! Carlo had the money, and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at my request. Hell, he could buy a whole fleet of Bugatti Veyron’s, and it would still be like chump change to him.

“Well, there is this car...”

“Tell me more,” he smirked, pouring us another bourbon. Fucking hell, was he for real?

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It was late when Iexited the study. I was just about to leave the mansion when a sweet voice called to me, stopping me in my tracks. Trixie was wrapped up in her robe with my favorite silver stilettos on.

"Ryan," she whispered, moving to stand in front of me. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"For what?" I asked in confusion, my eyes drawn to the small part of cleavage I could see peeking out from under her robe. I was such a fucking pervert.

"For saving Tony...again," she sighed.

"It's my job."

"I still want to thank you," she insisted, touching my chest. “I know you put your life on the line every time you do it.” I watched as her chocolate eyes widened when her fingers caressed my chest. Was I affecting her the way I did with most women? Stepping closer, I moved so she was flush against the wall. Damn, she smelled so good. I wanted to run my tongue from her neck down to her cleavage and beyond.

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