Page 35 of Resurfaced Passion

He could have stopped it anytime and here he was, putting himself through it again, so who was to blame?Cabron.

Thetruth was a lot different when he permitted himself to acknowledge it. Because while he did dread the calls for many reasons, he also looked forward to it at the same time, for one reason only.

Dusting off his hands, he put all the tools back in their homes before he left Preacher and Reaper in the shop alone. He always made the calls in public, if he found himself locked in his room at the club or at home he would have done something he regretted. And choking out his dick with a firm fist was a favorite activity for Capone and not something he wanted to cringe thinking about.

Yeah, she got him raging hard.

“You want a game, Cap?” Called out Tag from down the other end of their common area. The bruised guy was playing a video game, and not to spoil Prince Charming’s recovery but Capone was a grown-ass man and not into games unless it was between the thighs of something very lovely.

“Nah, busy,papi.” He told him and took the couch furthest away from anyone overhearing him.

With his cell phone in hand he looked down at it. He didn’t need to scroll through his contacts, he knew the number by heart.

“You look deep in thought, Capone.” A sweet voice said, approaching him. He saw a pair of tanned legs in short-denim shorts before the rest of Ellie came into his field of vision. “Do you need company?”

Company with a woman could mean anything around here. A chat. A blowjob. A round of ten drinks with a pizza thrown in. A full-on fuck-fest with multiple participants and Capone wasn’t in the mood for any of it, but he found himself nodding, patting his lap.

The younger girl laughed and practically launched herself onto his knee, scooting up her butt until it pressed to his stomach, she wrapped one arm around his shoulder.

His fingers practically cracking his phone in half he turned a smile on her, found her watching him already. “Did you just finish work,nena?”

“Yeah, thank god, because the boss is in a shitty-ass mood. That animal doctor might be handsome as the devil himself and amazing with all animals, but he sure does have a crappy personality when he’s in a temper.”

Capone smiled as he listened to her antics with what he believed to be the dickhead veterinarian she worked for.

“Is this the same guy you thought you might want to date a while back?”

“Yeah,” she sighed with a frown puckering her forehead. “You know I had a tiny thing for Snake and how that turned out. Carson is cute and we flirt some at work but now I just think he’s the giant dick I have to work for.”

Capone smirked. Poor little Ellie. She was aSoulsgroupie, and he suspected she longed for love. His teen sister died before she got to the stage of Capone killing boys for looking at her. He would have hated for her to be around men like him, that’s for damn sure.

“Don’t settle for assholes,nena.Your worth is more than his ego and tiny dick.”

She laughed. “Yeah, tell that to the guys when they know I hang around here. They think I’m a giant slut.”

Capone frowned and wanted to hunt them down.

“Immature boys with flaccid dicks. It doesn’t matter if you’ve slept with a million guys, understand? Sex should never be used to shame a woman; consensual sex is fucking amazing. Don’t waste any time with those kind of men, Ellie.”

She sort of cuddled his wide shoulder and hummed. “Thanks, Capone, they’re all jealous of you guys anyway.” And a minute later, with his mind already across the country she added. “What has you so glum, chum?” Winding her fingers in the back of his short, dark hair. Her tactility wasn’t sexual, least he didn’t think so. He liked Ellie, she was a good girl, but he’d never felt any attraction to her. They usually talked music or food. Or like today, he listened to her work worries. She reminded him of his dead sister, morbid as it sounded.

“You mind sitting there while I just do this thing?”

She looked confused but agreed.

His reasoning being if he had a woman on his lap he would keep his composure.

Hitting the right contact he waited. Ellie brought out her own phone and began scrolling.

Three seconds. Four. The ringing went on and for a brief moment Capone thought she wouldn’t answer, and he’d have a week free from his churning belly.

He felt like a fool. A guilt-riddled fool.

“Hello? Giancarlo, are you there?” The sweet womanly voice constricted every muscle Capone had, to the point he found it hard to pull air through his clenched teeth before he forced himself to relax. Her voice always hit him in the same way every time.

Capone realized he hadn’t replied, too busy listening to her gentle breathing, clearing his voice he switched the phone to the ear farthest from Ellie, keeping his hand on her hip.

Such a pussy needing another woman as a buffer.

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