Page 21 of Family Secrets

“Don’t hold back, Kane.”

“All right, man,” Kane smirked, sending a jab in Gino’s direction. “I hope you have fucking insurance.”

After one of the better workouts of his life, Gino jumped from the ring with a smile on his face, in desperate need of a shower. Standing not ten feet from him was a tall blonde, with killer legs and skirt so short he could see her lack of underwear, his shirt was dangling off the tip of her index finger.

Gino recognized her from a fight he’d witnessed a few weeks ago. She was dressed much the same, although the seductive smile was a new addition on the face of Nikki Elliot, Kane’s girlfriend.

Reaching for his shirt, he’s met with air as Nikki pulled her hand to the side. “Nice shirt,” she started, taking a step in his direction.

“Thanks,” Gino gave back, remaining stoic and unaffected by the attempted seduction.

“I bet it fits you like a glove,” Nikki stepped closer, her eyes surveying him like a hungry dog appreciating a piece of raw meat.

“I suppose,” Gino shrugged, but doesn’t reach for the shirt again. He knew all about Nikki and her numerous trips to rehab for her sexual addiction, as well as the handful of arrests she had under her belt for possession. How her parents tossed her out of their house when they found her in bed with several of the neighborhood men.

“Know what else would fit you like a glove?”

Gino remained silent, keeping his attention on Nikki as if she’s a cobra about to strike.

Leaning in until the edge of her nose touches his chin. “My pussy around your dick,” she whispered, her hand cupping the mentioned appendage.

“Sorry,” reaching down, Gino took her hand, removing it from his dick as he used the other to capture his shirt. “I make it a habit never to mix business with pleasure.”

“Too bad,” Nikki scoffed. “You would have loved it.”

“Cocky,” Gino boasted, slipping his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “I like that, but not enough to fuck over my boy, your boyfriend, Kane.” Tipping his head in the direction of the showers.

“We have an arrangement.”

“What? That he works hard while you fuck around, waiting for him to make it big so you can cash in?”

Gino knew he’d hit a nerve when Nikki’s mouth dropped open and her brows bent so severely only a shot of Botox would straighten them.

The sound of clicking heels on the cement behind them drew Nikki’s attention, forcing her mouth closed and a rapid blinking of her eyes.

“Nikki, I was waiting for you. Are you…?” The new girl faded off as she took in Gino’s defined chest and expensive clothes. Gino recognized the girl, Melissa, Nikki’s younger sister from the mug shot he’d found of her. Where Nikki was addicted to fucking, Melissa had a pair of sticky fingers; stealing everything from a pack of Wrigley’s to a set of Louis Vuitton luggage right out of the store window.

“Who’s your friend?” Melissa questioned, shoving her chest and hip out suggestively.

“This is…” Nikki started, but the thud of a metal door sounded behind them.

“Gino Vitale.” A freshly showered Kane walked into the room, his gym bag thrown over his left shoulder, ball cap flipped backward.

A collective gasp sounded between the two women, Nikki's eyes grew large, shifting back and forth between Gino and Kane. Gino was no stranger to the reaction most people had at the mention of his name, fear forced them to look away from him and ultimately walk away.

“Pleasure to meet you, ladies. My apologies for keeping Kane after, he indulged me in some much-needed exercise.”

Gino bid Kane a goodnight, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and giving the trio an uninterrupted view of the gun at his back. Laughing to himself, maybe they did have an arrangement, after all, Kane hit that Ring Girl like a boss the other night. It didn’t matter, he surmised, he had enough vapid women in his life, and there wasn’t room for any more, no matter how good their snatch looked.

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