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“I think I need you to start at the beginning.” She grabs a washcloth and lathers it up with that fucking coconut soap.

“You left Reno and it took me all of six hours to realize I need to come after you. The only problem stopping me was, me. So took my head out of my ass and started doing my physical therapy. Got my new prosthesis and came running to LA. When I got here, you were gone. Bruno was trying and failing to keep shit afloat, and your girls were going to be out of money within a week.” She stops rubbing the washcloth around my back and looks at me.

“I left plenty of money,” I put a finger over her lips.

“More than half of that went to pay off the guy I’m trying to put out of business. He came in and,” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

When I came and reopened the doors, some of the staff didn’t want to return. They had been beaten up pretty badly or worse. I clear my throat and continue.

“Bruno paid him off to keep them safe, then closed the club.” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, I figured that wouldn’t have been what you wanted, so I got things up and running again. Then, the drug problem came into play. I let Bruno be the face of the business while I handled the shit I could quietly in the back. About two weeks after the reopening, this asshole comes back and tells Bruno that he now works for him.” She’s working on shampooing my hair now and pulls my hair rather roughly, causing my dick to wake up.

“WHO?” She grinds her teeth, waiting for my response.

“Baby, if I knew that, he’d already be dead. It was some middle guy sent in to lay down the law. Bruno sent him packingwith a black eye, broken arm, and a very polite fuck off. Next night, a car bomb went off out back.” She curses rapidly in Italian and throws the washcloth she was using on her own body to the tiled floor.

“That’s when Jester had a brilliant idea. If we give them a little competition, maybe we can flush the asshole out. So I pretended myself to the public as your husband, and the King Pin persona took root.” She shouts off the water once we’re both clean and wraps a towel around her body.

“So you are running drugs.” I shake my head.

“He’s supplying me drugs that I am switching for placebos. Everything leaving this club is fake. But we aren’t the only club he’s running out of. Last night, we switched it up so that, hopefully, he’ll finally surface.” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“We put the competitor’s logo on the baggies.” She stops brushing out her hair and stares at me.

“Who’s that?” I smile.

“Me of course.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

GIANNA

He’s fucking crazy.

Lucas stands with a towel wrapped around his waist, grinning like a fool.

“You?” How could he think this was a good plan?

It was fucking horrible!

“Didn’t I look the part last night?” He tilts his head to match the angle of my head where I stopped brushing the knots of my hair.

“I don’t know. I was too busy trying to smack the shit out of the cagna who was actively trying to gauge out your eyes.” He straightens and I notice the bulge under his towel growing.

“My eyes are up here, Baby. If you keep looking t my cock like your starving, we ain’t never going to get through my story, and you need to understand the plan, or you’re never going to be ready for our wedding on time.” That grabs my attention.

“Wedding? I said I’d marry you. I never agreed to a wedding.” He makes a tsk-ing sound with his tongue and drops his towel.

His ass flexes as he sits down to pull on a pair of boxers. His abs flex as he works the fabric up his leg and then adjusts his hard-on when my eyes yet again wander below his waist.

“What kind of a son would I be if my mama wasn’t present to see me marry the mother of my child?” I try not to gasp.

“You called your mother?” He nods as he secures his right leg and stands, walking over to me.

“Of course I did. Right after you fell asleep in my arms last night. Now, let’s get my girls feed.” He puts both his hands on the sides of my belly and leans in to kiss my mouth, which is hanging open in shock.

“But I have nothing to wear!” I finally say when the initial shock of it all wears off.

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