Page 90 of Broken Promises

“You’re thinking with your dick,” he muttered as he started walking towards the door.

“You’re the one who showed up to be nosey. Go back to Italy, man. It will raise too many questions if Stefano finds out you’re here. Who’s running things if you’re here?”

“I have it all figured out. Stop stressing,” he grunted, giving me the side-eye.

“We can’t fuck this up. He’ll kill all of us.”

“Then focus. You’re here playing house while he’s scheming. Get your head in the game.”

“Fuck off,” I scowled, bringing him in for a hug anyway. “It’s good to see you though.”

“Stay safe,” he warned, hugging me back. “I need you at my side when this is all over.”

I watched him leave, mostly to make sure the asshole actually left, then I blew out a breath and headed into the bedroom.

I barely made it into the room before Zavier slammed me back against the wall by the throat, fury in his eyes. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

I flicked my eyes to Raven to see her standing close by with her arms crossed, waiting for me to answer. I couldn’t lose their trust, not now.

“He’s on our side. I told you that,” I answered, holding her gaze. “I know you don’t trust him, but trust me. We need his help.”

Zavier snarled, and I thought he was going to punch me from the look on his face. “Why the fuck would you let him in the house? Can you honestly say he won’t hurt Raven?”

“He knows she’s off limits,” I snapped.

“That doesn’t answer my question. Would he hurt her?”

“If she harmed me, then yes. I won’t lie to you and claim he’s a saint,” I muttered, shoving him off me. “He was asking about the guy that broke in here. Stefano will lose his mind when he finds out about it, so he’s a little worried.”

“Or he’s a spy for Stefano and you just confirmed it was you who killed him,” Raven said sarcastically, stepping back when I reached for her. “Admit it. Dante could turn on us.”

“He fucking won’t,” I barked, grabbing her to yank her against me. “Do you fucking trust me, Raven?”

She seemed to think about it for a moment before sighing, relaxing in my hold. “Yeah. I do.”

“Then let me handle this, and trust that I’ll keep you safe.”

“I’ll try,” she said with a wince, standing on tiptoe to kiss my cheek. “But I’ll gut you in your sleep if you’re wrong.”

“The only person around here impaling anyone is me with my cock in your pussy,” I joked, motioning to Zavier who was still giving me a dirty look. “And Lopez can impale you too, if he asks nicely to join us.”

“You’re not turning this fight into sex,” Zavier spat, a smirk tugging at my lips as I turned Raven so that her back was against my front, kissing her neck while toying with the bottom of her shirt.

“Bluebird, would you like me to fix the fight by fucking everything better?”

She squirmed, but Zavier rolled his eyes. “He’s distracting you so you forget that you were mad.”

“We can fight later,” she said without hesitation, sliding a hand behind her so she could get a handful of my dick through my pants. “Right, Lavaro?”

“We can fight while we fuck if you want, babe. I don’t mind,” I chuckled, and the little minx caught me off guard when she grabbed my shirt and shoved me towards the bed.

“You like it when I fight you naked?” she grinned, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it at me.

“You fucking know I do. Feel free to slap me around a little, as long as you do it while riding me.”

She was trying so hard to look confident, and as much as I loved taking charge, this was totally better. If she kept looking at me like that, I was going to come in my pants.

“Take your cock out for me,” she ordered, sliding her eyes to Zavier. “Are you joining us?”

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