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I swallow hard, past the golf ball-sized lump growing in my throat. I guess that’ll be up to me to decide. “Thanks for a great afternoon,” I murmur.

“Sounds so final.” He winks at me.

I manage a small smile, but deep down I’m afraid that it really is.

CHAPTER21

DANTE

“Ineed you to get up here,” Matteo grunts into the phone. “We have a problem.”

“Okay, give me a few,” I say, dropping my hand onto the mattress after my brother hangs up on me. He sounds pissed off, but then again, that’s kind of his normal tone of voice. And everything with him is a fire drill.

The guy is a ticking time bomb, and it sounds like he’s on the verge of explosion.

Maybe it’s something about the christening. I’m his bitch, so it goes without saying that he’d need me to run some last-minute errands.

And because I’m such an easygoing guy, I might agree to do it.

I push back my hair, my cock half-hard at the thought of me fucking Anya in the shower earlier. Soaping up her porn-star body, sliding my dick in and out of her tight, wet pussy…argh. I don’t want to do anything right now except visit that erotic highlight reel over and over and over…

I finally pull myself to a sitting position and pull on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Ever since she left, I’ve been counting the hours until I can get her back here…on her back, on her stomach, hell, on her fucking head if we can make it work.

I’m an experimental kind of guy.

I slip my feet into my sneakers, and less than ten minutes later, I’m about to knock on Matteo’s door. But before my fist even makes contact, he flings open the door. “Office,” he hisses. “Now!”

A deep sigh shudders my shoulders and I follow him down the hallway. “Where’s Heaven?”

“Out with her aunt. Thank fuck.”

“Why? What’s up?” I roll my eyes. “Tell me it’s not more about Anya being in here the other night.”

Matteo’s eyes narrow. “She was trying to get into my drawers!” he exclaims. “I don’t understand why you trust her so much! Are you that pussy-whipped?”

I throw my hands into the air. “Maybe she’s just curious. You’re a mysterious kind of guy. Maybe she wanted to find out more about you.”

“I don’t like that she was in here. If I had anything incriminating out?—”

“Which you never would,” I interrupt. “So there’s no problem.”

“I could have,” he grunts.

I roll my eyes. “Is that why you dragged me down here? To tell me again that the nanny was wandering around your office?”

“No. There’s more.” Matteo sweeps a hand through his hair. “Conor called,” he growls. “He’s here. Wants to meet before the christening to talk.”

“What’s he want to talk about?” I snicker. “Is he gonna tell you how much money he needs to pay off the Russians?”

Matteo’s jaw tightens. “I’m not giving him a damn penny.”

“Would Heaven agree? I mean, won’t she be pissed off that you make a call that can hurt a lot of people she cares about, including Aisling?” I shake my head. “You can’t fuck with the life of your kid, Matty. I know you’re angry, but?—”

“He tried to kill my wife!” Matteo roars. “If I give him anything, I’ll never be rid of him! And I don’t want him anywhere near my family! Let the Russians kill him. It’ll be less work for me since I won’t be the one to drive a stake into his fucking heart!”

“What did you tell him? I mean, is he coming here?” I rub the back of my neck. “That would be a total shit show, just saying. With everyone here for the christening tomorrow?” I let out a low whistle. “Motherfucker has great timing, that’s for sure.”

“I told him to fuck off.” Matteo looks at me like I have three dicks sticking out of my forehead. “What the hell else do you think I would have said?”

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