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“I haven’t fucked anyone since this whole shit started, Jack. You know how hard that is for a guy like me?”
“I’m crying inside for you and little Ciro. Give it enough time and we can hold a service for your blue balls.”
“Wait till I get you in my bed. There’s a lot of things I can do to a woman who defies me. All of them are pleasurable, but none of them are nice.”
It’s my turn to shudder, and not from the cool air. Ciro’s dark gaze seeps into mine and I decide that’s enough teasing today. I need to get to my safe house, re-group, and find a way to get to my father without the other families finding out too much. If they think we’re vulnerable, they could start to attack our businesses, or worse.
Chapter Six
JACK
Ciro turns the car into the garage once I swipe the pass on the entrance monitor. He pulls into my guest spot and we get out of the car striding to the back lobby and hopefully getting into an elevator with no one noticing.
It’s pretty late at night so there shouldn’t be any other residents in the halls, but one can never be too careful.
A huge burly guy sits behind the desk. One look at Ciro has him rising from his chair and coming around the desk. “Do you have ID?” he asks, ignoring me.
“I’m apartment 5461, Giacomia Gambino,” I say, snapping him out of his staring contest with Ciro. This guy takes his job way too seriously.
“ID, please.”
With a huff I drop my bag to the floor and begin to riffle around for my pocketbook. Trying to keep the money and guns concealed, I curse under my breath until I see the strap. One quick pull has it popping out along with a stack full of cash.
The doorman’s eyebrows raise at the bundled up notes and he’s attempting to make it behind the desk, but Ciro stops him in time.
“There’s no law saying a lady can’t carry her own cash on her. Don’t make this difficult, yeah?”
His voice is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of danger. The last thing we need right now is for Ciro to go off the handle and try to take down a doorman.
“Rufus, everything okay?”
I look up at the new guy and when he sees me crouched on the floor, pulling out my wallet his whole face pales. He glances at Rufus who has a smug look on his face, and then back to me.
Throwing his body down to the floor he begins to help me put my things away. “Ms. Gambino, I’m so sorry for the delay. Allow me to help. This was unacceptable and won’t happen again. Rufus just joined us and hasn’t memorized the residence list. Please, forgive him for the discrepancy.”
I zip the duffle close and stand, holding out my ID to Rufus. He doesn’t take it right away, and the other doorman shakes his head violently. “No ID needed. Please let me escort you to your apartment.”
“Not necessary.” Ciro steps in, making the poor man look like he’s going to piss his pants.
“Yes, of course. Anything you need.”
He steps aside and waits for us to go to the elevator before I hear him lay into poor Rufus. If he doesn’t get fired, that’s gotta sting pretty bad.
“It’s what I get for not coming around so much. I don’t think I’ve been here in two months.”
The elevator doors open and we move up as soon as I press the floor number.
“I didn’t even know you kept another apartment. Good idea.”
“Daddy bought it for me on my twenty-first birthday. He said it’s an escape should I need it. My mother doesn’t even know about it.”
We get out into the hall and I walk all the way down to the last door. Another fingerprint scan and a passcode until the front door finally pops open. All is quiet and dark as I enter the space.
I flick on the side table lamp and toss my bag on the floor, making a beeline for the kitchen. I grab a glass from the cabinet and pour some water from the fridge. I hold up the glass to Ciro, but he shakes his head.
The whole apartment is done in creams and grays. I have a thing for neutral tones and the interior designer I hired did a good job. There are only some personal items, like pictures of the family and tokens I’ve collected over the years. My favorite part about this apartment is the shower.
“I’m gonna have to get back to the clubhouse and see if we can get a jump on the Viturro brothers. If they meant to cut all security feeds then they don’t know we saw the video,” Ciro says.
