Page 15 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“That’s right.”

“Okay, so you want me to go over there and suck his…” I couldn’t bring myself to call that thing Gio had in his pants a cock. Cocks were angry little roosters that ran around pecking things…

Then again, maybe cock was the right word.

“My patience is wearing thin, young lady,” Cesare sighed. “My son’s cock better be in your mouth in twenty seconds.”

Twenty seconds wasn’t a long time to figure a way out of this. And there had to be one. It would help if Gio would stop grinding his teeth.

Oh wait… Gio.

“You said I had to listen to Gio,” I pointed out. “Not you.”

Ah ha.

I held my breath as Cesare sat back and eyed me.

“That’s true,” he nodded. “I did say that.”

Technicalities and logic would win every time. I don’t know how many times I had told Memphis that.

I looked at Cesare.

He stared back at me, then lifted his head, “Gio.”

Fuck.

Twisting my neck, I peeked over my shoulder praying that Gio wouldn’t give into his father’s demands. Clearly neither one of us wanted this to happen, and he was the only one who had the power to do something about it.

Hope rose in my chest when Gio’s jaw ticked, then quickly died when he opened his mouth.

“You heard him.”

Apparently he didn’t have a backbone when it came to his father either, so we were both pathetic. Unless…

I searched the sharp angles of Gio’s jaw and hard lines of his expression. Did he want me to do this? Atlee did say that the only thing that mattered was pussy. He said pussy a lot. So much so that it was now on my most hated words list along with kumquat and dude. Seriously, who came up with those?

But maybe Atlee wasn’t wrong. Maybe Gio did want to go there? Apparently, we had to eventually. Then again the turkey baster method was always an option.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t offer Gio a way out. “Wouldn’t you rather slap me around a bit? Or you could choke me.” He seemed to like doing that. “I’ll even pretend to fight you.”

It was a fair compromise.

Cesare grumbled under his breath while Gio arched a brow. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

Was that a trick statement, because… “All you said was you heard him. And him could pertain to anyone. There’s three other guys in this room.”

Sure, only one of them had spoken, but that wasn’t the point.

“Get over here,” Gio growled. “And suck my fucking cock.”

Okay, that was a little harder to argue with.

Sighing, I looked around the room.

It felt like everyone was watching me. Except for Romeo. He was reading a book, which in itself was weird given the situation. Then again it could just be my nerves. It was entirely possible that the only person watching me was Gio.

Cesare cleared his throat.

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