Page 69 of Precious Legacy

“So your mole came through?”

I nod affirmatively, because that’s what we were waiting for. We wanted to be sure our mole was on the right side and he delivered—sort of. I’m still pissed that we didn’t get the leak about Black Jack sooner, but in a way, he’s done me a favor.

“Black jack is rubble and ash,” I state, stuffing some boxers into my bag. “I was planning to relocate, anyway.”

“Anyone hurt?”

Shaking my head, I zip up the bag and throw the strap over my shoulder. “This was just a warning, but it’s not one I’m taking lightly.”

“Alright,” he agrees. “So we meet with the Russians and tell them they can use the docks. Then what?”

“I don’t know, Vee,” I exhale, rubbing a hand over my face. “I guess we let our mole feed more information back to us. If the Russians are bringing anything else but liquor into the city, there’s going to be a problem.”

“I’ll organize a meeting, then.”

I step forward, smirking as I glance at the ridiculous love bite he’s failing to cover with his biceps. “You can call your boyfriend.”

He groans loudly, falling back onto my bed. “He’s not?—”

Kicking his foot, I cut him off and offer him a consoling look. “He’s not our mole.”

The relief that follows my words comes out in a loud exhale. Varo almost looks defeated, like he wanted Milo to be our mole.It’d make things a hell of a lot easier for him. Fucking the enemy is definitely up there with what Lani’s doing right now.

“Don’t tell me you wanted him to be?” I laugh.

He pushes up from the bed, his brows knitting together. “It would make this a lot easier.”

He disappears into his bedroom, probably to call his boyfriend or scream into a pillow. I don’t really know at this point, because even though he denies the attraction between him and Milo, Varo is still clearly wearing his mark.

Varo isn’t the type of guy to go searching for a distraction, especially when it comes to sex. Whether he’s prepared to admit it or not, he’s fucking the enemy, and that spells trouble.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Roman’s blonde hair sticks to his face, his tattoos highlighted by the sweat coating his skin. He looks heart-stoppingly dangerous and so fucking beautiful that I swear my heart skips a beat when he offers me that devilish smile of his.

I didn’t hear him come home last night, but he was determined to wake me up this morning with his head between my legs, just to prove he could. I’m not exactly complaining since he tore a soul shattering orgasm from me that echoed around the room with just his mouth before he fucked me so hard into the mattress that I’m certain there are indents.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Roman asks as he nuzzles my neck and peppers wet kisses along my throat and shoulder. His cock is still hard, buried inside of me, and I sense he’s asking himself the same question I am right now.Can’t we just stay like this all day?

“I told you,” I pant back, still riding the high of my third orgasm. “I need to do this alone.”

A deep chuckle reverberates from his chest, bouncing against my own. “If you’re embarrassed to?—”

I yank him towards me and crash my lips onto his in a kiss that steals my soul all over again. It’s really not a case of being embarrassed. Once upon a time, maybe I would have been ashamed to be caught with him. Since everyone knows about my long-standing hate towards the guy, I’d be a walking contradiction if I got caught waltzing around holding hands with him.

Then again, not even my dad was surprised to see him here a few weeks ago, and my brother doesn’t seem bothered by our rekindled relationship—if you can call it that.

Over the past few weeks, things between Roman and I have gotten more and more serious. Five years ago, I would have been squealing at the thought of us still wrapped up in each other’s company. He was my world and I believed I was his, but I’m not that girl anymore. It feels strange not to hate him, at least not as much as I used to. Sometimes I catch myself watching him, observing him as he sleeps soundly beside me, and it pisses me off that even after what I told him, he can still close his eyes and get a restful night’s sleep. But then he looks at me, like I’m the only other person in this fucked up world, and that anger dissipates.

He breaks away from the kiss I’ve been lost in, looking down at me with so much lust in his eyes it’s inescapable. “You’re something else, Presh,” Roman murmurs.

“Oh, yeah?” I laugh, slinking my arms around his neck.

“You have no fucking idea,” he grumbles, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I wince as he pulls out of me, leaving the ghost of his impressive and very satisfactory cock lingering. He pushes off the bed and heads into the bathroom, giving me the best view of his ass. I could sit and watch him all day, just walking around naked, maybe cooking me some food in that little apron that conceals absolutely nothing.

I snicker to myself as my phone buzzes beside me, Savannah’s name flashing on the screen.

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