Page 34 of Broken Promises

“Trust me, I’d rather deal with the mafia than the cartel,” Ander chuckled. “For now, I need to stay under the radar while we keep you guys safe. He won’t be expecting me here, and he won’t know how tied in with the crews you are.”

“Why does it matter if you catch him off guard? Do you have some kind of ace up your sleeve that we don’t know about?”

“Not particularly, but I know a lot about the ins and outs of his drug trade business and the way he thinks,” he explained, making Zavier nod slowly.

“That makes sense. Got much dirt on him or his son then? Can we use it to our advantage?”

“What does his son have to do with it? He’s not the problem, Stefano is. If we use his kid against him, we’re no better than they are,” Ander scoffed. “His son’s been good to me.”

“He’s also a fucking mafia prince who’s been groomed to take over the family business when Stefano steps down,” Zavier grunted, motioning to me. “Unless you trust him with our lives?—”

“He’d never hurt you guys,” he said sharply, taking a breath to calm himself before continuing. “Dante isn’t like his father.”

“Great. You’re besties with the kid. Let’s see how loyal he is to you when they get their hands on all of us,” Zavier bit out.

“He’s not a kid. He’s twenty-five.”

“Why are you protecting the guy?” Zavier demanded, and I stood, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“No fighting. We need to work together to handle this,” I said gently, his eyes flaring with irritation.

“I’m not relying on Ander’s friendship with Dante fucking Ricci to keep you safe.”

I sighed, combing my fingers through his hair to calm him. Zavier didn’t get wound up easily, so I knew he was stressed. His arms instantly circled my waist to pull me onto his lap, and I snuggled into him in hopes that it would soothe him.

“Are we trying to outrun Stefano, or kill him?” I finally asked when no one spoke.

“Kill him,” Ander said bluntly.

“Won’t that just make the family come down on us harder for revenge?” Zavier asked flatly, his hand slipping under my shirt to stroke my back. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on my skin, not realizing I’d fallen asleep until I felt someone carrying me, which jerked me awake.

“Hey, just me,” Zavier murmured in my ear as he stepped into a room and closed the door behind us. I blinked to wake up more, realizing we were in the bedroom.

“We’re going to bed?”

“It’s late.”

“We weren’t done talking.”

“You slept through the last hour,” he chuckled as he carefully sat me on the edge of the bed to help me take my shoes off, looking around for my things. Ander had put my bags by the door, so Zavier grabbed it and pulled out a shirt, amusement crossing his face when he realized it was one of his. “Have you been sleeping in my clothes all week?”

“I like sleeping in your clothes,” I mumbled, eyeing him curiously when he placed it on the bed beside me. He reached out to grasp the bottom of my shirt, waiting for me to decide if I wanted him to stop or not.

When I nodded, he tugged it over my head, and he groaned when I laid back to shimmy out of my pants. I went to sit up but he moved to stand between my legs, dropping his mouth to my collarbone to trail kisses from one side to the other.

“Zav,” I squeaked out as he started kissing down my chest and stomach, his lips teasing my pussy through my panties. My cheeks heated when he dropped to his knees and buried his nose against the material to literally inhale my scent.

I squirmed, my hand going to his head to push him back. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked, lightly nipping me and making me jump.

“I need a shower, and your perverted bestie is in the other room.”

“No, you don’t, and who cares about him? He won’t come in. He might joke about it, but he has more respect than that,” he promised, his tongue brushing over my panties and teasing myclit. I shuddered, my hand dropping to my side again as he took the elastic of my panties between his teeth and started pulling them down.

My hips lifted off the bed to help him, and once my legs were free of the material, he hooked them over his shoulders and tugged me closer to the edge of the bed, burying his tongue in me without warning.

The sound that left me wasn’t quiet, he’d caught me off guard, and embarrassment filled me when I heard Ander call out that we were assholes.

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