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Marelli nods his head, satisfied with Adam’s answer, and walks into his office.

Adam faces me. “So, what’s next?”

My gaze wanders to the window, looking out at the city—the people I swore an oath to protect.

“Now, we watch Anthony Cole’s world burn.”

CHAPTER 16

RIO

Standing at the window, I wait for the truck—it’s been forever since I placed my order. I should be patient, but Asher, Zane, and I are getting fucking tired of sleeping on the floor.

“What are you doing? You’re making me nervous,” Spencer inquires from her spot amongst the heap of blankets. She’s lying on her stomach, watching a show on the new TV Zane bought and installed in her bedroom. She’s wearing one of my shirts again and a pair of biker shorts.

“Nada.No te preocupes.” I wave a hand at her.Nothing. Don’t worry about it.

Spencer sits up. “Ever since Zane and Asher left for work, you’ve been peering out the window. Should we leave? Should I call Hayes and Dahlia and tell them to hurry back from picking up food?”

“It’s nothing, Mama. Relax. Watch your show.”

As Spencer stands and makes her way to me, the delivery truck pulls up to the curb.

“What’s that?”

I smile at her but don’t answer. Thirty minutes later, the deliverymen and I have the new bed hauled up the stairs and into Spencer’s room.

Spencer stays to the side of the room and throws her arms out wide as I finish putting the sheets, comforter, and pillows in place. “What the hell is this?”

I raise my brows. “It’s a bed.”

“No, shit, Sherlock.” Her frown is full of sarcasm. “I mean, where did you get it, and how the hell are we supposed to live like this when the bed takes up the whole damn room?”

Unable to hold back, I chuckle and comment, “That’s what she said.”

Spencer rolls her eyes. “Oh my God. You’re such a child.”

Sitting back against the pillows with my legs crossed and hands behind my head, I rib her further. “Clearly, it fits.” I gesture to the open carpet surrounding the bed.

“Barely!” Spencer retorts.

Eyeing the couple of feet from the edge of the bed to where Spencer stands, I tilt my head back and forth. It’s not much, but it’ll do for now. “Meh. It’ll be fine.”

“What—I—How—” She stumbles over her words as her brain fights over which question to ask first.

“We’ll pick out a frame later.” I shrug.

Her mouth continues to open and close in confusion.

Standing from the bed, I saunter up to her and place my hands on her hips. Her shoulders relax at my touch, and masculine, smug satisfaction settles in my chest. “I’m not twenty anymore, Mama. Neither is Zane and Asher. We can’t keep sleeping on the floor, and you’ve had better sleep with all of us in bed with you. And there’s no way all of us could fit in your queen-size bed. It was a tight fit with just three of us. So, I came up with a solution.”

Spencer peers up at me in disbelief and opens and closes her mouth as she searches for a rebuttal.

I don’t give her a chance to speak; I lean down and slam my lips on hers. It takes her a moment to understand what’s happening. But once she realizes, she kisses me back with fervor. Our lips push and pull in a blissful dance as our hands skate over each other’s bodies.

Mierda. The desire this woman stirs in me is unreal.

I move my hands over her waist and up her torso, cupping her free breasts. Just like any man, I love seeing her boobs in a bra, all pushed up and in my face. But no bra means I get to feel every inch of her mounds, uninhibited.

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