Page 33 of Broken Promises

“Come here then. I’ll do more than bite you.”

“You’re all talk, I bet. Do you even know what to do with a pussy?” I asked, and Zavier snorted as he sat on the couch, tugging me down onto his lap so that I was straddling him.

“You’d come more times than you thought was possible,” he answered, making me frown.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen it enough. You really thought every night I went out with him that we were doing illegal things?”

Had they shared Blake before?

I kind of wanted to punch him for reminding me that he’d fucked other girls before, and Ander snickered knowingly. “Dude, shut up before you get strangled.”

I grabbed Zavier’s chin firmly, leaning closer. “Do you still think about those girls?”

“What girls?” he said without hesitation, his dick twitching under my ass as my lips brushed his. It was like I’d completely fried his damn brain just from touching him.

It felt so good to have that kind of power over a guy like him.

“Well, I’m fucking hard,” Ander grumbled, giving me an innocent look as I turned my head to glare at him. “What? If you’re going to fuck him on my couch, I’m not giving you privacy. I’m watching.”

“I’m not fucking him on your couch.”

“You’re not?” Zavier groaned, grabbing my hips and grinding his hardening dick up against me. “Do you feel that? That is torture.”

I grinned, leaning back to look at him properly. “I think we need to talk first, don’t you?”

“Does that mean once we’ve talked, we can go to bed?” Zavier asked with a wink, and Ander huffed.

“Absolutely not. You’re not soaking my bed with cum.”

I rolled my eyes and forced myself to get off of Zavier’s lap, moving to sit on the floor in front of them and crossing my legs. “Talk, Lavaro. What’s your plan?”

He winced, leaning back to get comfortable. “I’m still figuring that part out.”

“Then tell us what you already have so we can figure it out together,” Zavier said firmly, turning to angle his body towards Ander. “What does Stefano think I know?”

“Inside information about the drug trade, mostly. He doesn’t have local cops in his pocket like the crews do, so if you talk, it could open an international investigation.”

“Why the fuck did you even let me near that shit in the first place? If it wasn’t your drugs?—”

“You wanted money, and I needed help. I didn’t plan on it being a long-term deal, but everything was running well. I didn’t think he knew about you at all, I swear. From what I can figure out, he had no idea about any of you guys until after I’d left. Once he started digging, people started talking, or he had his guys go over months and months’ worth of footage to find out what he knows now. He doesn’t care about Raven being collateral damage, that’s all she was when you guys were run down. I know how he thinks, so I know for a fact that he’ll target her now to make you come out of hiding.”

“You still should’ve told me we were moving mafia drugs. Be honest, are you more involved with the skin trade than you let on?” Zavier bit out, Ander’s face darkening.

“Stefano deals in the skin trade, of course, but I’m just his drug runner. I don’t know a lot about his other businesses. The American skin trade in general all comes back to mafia ties, but the local auctions are run by corrupt rich pricks, not the mafia. Stefano resides in Italy, but a lot of his men are based in the States for business. I mostly dealt with Stefano directly, so I never really got to snoop on much else.”

My eyes bounced between them both as they talked, and Zavier’s body language changed suddenly, putting me on alert.

“If Stefano stays in Italy, how did you deal with him directly? Were you taking trips over there or something? Seems like a lot of unnecessary shit for a mob boss to handle himself if he has men here.”

Ander shrugged, not seeming bothered by the question. “Just because he lives there, doesn’t mean he never comes to America. A good leader likes to keep tabs on each branch of their business, right? He likes to check on things himself regularly to ensure no one is stabbing him in the back or fucking him over. There’s a reason he’s stayed at the top for so long. He’s been the head of the family business since he turned nineteen when his father was taken out by the cartel.”

“You know a lot about this,” I said slowly, earning an amused glance from him.

“Of course I do. I researched the hell out of them when they dragged me in. I don’t like surprises. Stefano isn’t the type to go on a violent rampage if he can avoid it, and he prefers working alongside the cops and other mafia families than start a war. It’s the cartel you have to watch out for.”

“I’ll keep that in mind while we continue running from the mafia,” I deadpanned.

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