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She reaches for a napkin, but I beat her to the punch, grabbing her wrist as I lean over the table and lick the melted spumoni from her fingers.

“If you’re unsure, then I’m just going to have to work harder at it.”

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Splayingher hands against my chest, she impales herself on my cock, her pussy clenching as she throws her head back and comes. I grind my teeth and twist her nipples between my fingers. My hips jackknife off the bed and I thrust into her again. My balls grow heavy, and I can’t hold out any longer. I lean forward, my mouth closing around her shoulder, as I fill her with my come.

It’s the perfect fucking ending to a perfect weekend.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

DANICA MATTHEWS

After a blissful weekend,and a pretty decent Monday, things took a dive on Tuesday. It started with a phone call from Ro, informing me that Derrick was thrown in solitary confinement. The details as to why or how long he’d be in the hole were unclear, which only upset her more.

Ro rolls with the punches and takes every blow in stride, but I could tell this was too much for her. Even the strongest people have a breaking point and she reached hers. I canceled my appointments and drove over to her house. She was knee deep in fulfilling a bunch of orders her Etsy shop received over the weekend when I arrived.

While my first instinct is to panic when I’m under distress, Ro throws herself into various projects. She thinks if she keeps herself busy, she won’t have time to think about whatever is wrong in her life and for the most part it works for her. But then she crashes.

She was in hysterics, emptying her liquor cabinet, one bottle at a time when things got worse.

Enzo called me.

“Where are you?”

His tone was clipped. The easygoing guy I was starting to fall for was nowhere to be found. I was being introduced to a new side of Enzo Scotto and this side of him would burn the world to the ground if you got in his way.

“I’m at Ro’s,” I explained, moving to the next room so Ro wouldn’t hear me. “She got word from the prison that Derrick is in solitary confinement. She’s having a rough time.”

“Shit,” he hissed. Then, for a brief pause, his tone turned soft. “I’m sorry to hear that, baby. What do you need from me?”

At the moment I thought it was such an odd question. Then I realized that’s what people do when they’re committed to each other, they shoulder one another’s problems. They look for ways to help and when it’s out of their realm, they offer their support. They give their love and assure you that you are not alone.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“No, you’re holding it together because Ro needs you to. He’s your brother. This cuts you too.”

He was right and hearing him say it out loud caused my eyes to fill with tears.

“When I get out of work, you, me, and Ro are going out. Be ready for six.”

I didn’t have it in me to argue, and honestly, I thought getting out would be good for my sister-in-law. Plus, I really wanted to see him. It didn’t matter that I had spent the entire weekend with him or that he came over last night. He didn’t spend the night therefore I didn’t get a chance to wake up to his handsome face today.

“Okay,” I said. Then I remembered how disgruntled he sounded when I picked up the phone. “Is everything okay on your end? You sounded agitated.”

The sound of power tools and demolition work made it hard for me to hear what he was saying when he answered. He told me to hang on and stepped away from the job so I could hear him better.

“Celeste called my old man to tell him Brent is being released from the hospital today.” He paused. “Actually, he may have already been released. He’s got a press conference scheduled in a half hour. There are reporters outside the hospital.”

I don’t know why that caught me off guard, but as I soon I heard the words come out of Enzo’s mouth it felt like the ground beneath me opened up. It’s not like I thought Brent would be in the hospital forever, but over the weekend I kind of forgot about him. I was living in the moment, enjoying my time with Enzo, laying the foundation to something great. Brent had no place in any of that.

“Danica, you there?”

“Yes,” I stammered, searching the room for the remote. “Do you know what channel it’s going to be on?”

“No idea,” he answered. “But listen, I want you to be alert. We don’t know if he’s going to try and contact you. If he does, I want you to call me or my dad immediately.”

Find the remote, I clicked on the television.

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