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“Do I love you?” he counters, tilting his head.
I hate the hard look on his face, like he can’t let himself hope. I’ve never seen Dante scared of anything; he’s unshakeable. But right now, as he looks down at me, it’s the fear in his face that makes me hate myself.
“I don’t care if it takes you a year to tell me you love me because you’ll show me, every day, Dante.”
His eyes search mine, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me against him. “Don’t you fucking leave. Ever. I won’t last. This city won’t last…I’ll burn it to the ground.”
“I want to go home, and I want you to make everything in this room go away. Including the people who were in it,” I admit, not caring about the repercussions.
“Il piacere è tutto mio.”My pleasure, he breathes, crushing his lips to mine and holding me in one arm as he walks us out of my past and into my future.
THE PHONE BUZZES ON THEnightstand, and I smack my hand down on top of it. I hit the Answer button quickly as to not wake Sarah, who is asleep on my chest.
It’s been five days since she asked me to “take care” of her family.
And five days since she chose me.
I made her a promise, and I intend to keep it, but planning takes time and that’s the one thing we don’t have. I can feel it. Wheels are in motion and barreling straight for her, but I don’t know what direction it’s coming from. And my fear is that I’ll be there too late to stop her from taking a hit.
“Hold,” I growl into my cell as I untangle her body from mine and walk quietly out to the living room.
I look down at my phone and see it’s Antonio calling and bring it to my ear. “Spero che questo ne valga la pena.”This better be good.
“It is. Good enough for me to call from a burner. Daddy dearest and the piece-of-shit brother were seen having a sit-down with the Irish. Your gut was right. So was hers. They’re trying to make friends. These fucking guys are looking to take her, Dante.”
“Call our guy. Uccidiamoli. Fateli a pezzi e inviateli agli irlandesi come messaggio. Her family line ends with her.”We kill them. Gut them and send the pieces to the Irish as a message.
“You need to tell her, Dante. If you ever listen to anything I say, this is it. If you leave her in the dark about what they’re planning, it won’t play out well.”
I hear him, but I’m still deciding whether or not I’ll listen.
“The Saints and Sinners party is at Church tonight. Make sure we have extra guys watching there and here at the house. I’ll tell her after—she’s been looking forward to this, I want her to have a good time.”
“I’ll call when it’s done,” he adds.
“Make them hurt, Antonio.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
I kill the line and turn around to see Sarah’s nude silhouette posed against the doorframe, the jewels catching the moonlight as it shines in through the glass wall in the living room.
“Did I wake you?” I smirk, taking slow strides toward her.
“No, but do you want to keep me awake?” She teases, following the curve of her body up and over her hip.
A growl pulls from my throat as I come to stand in front of her and grip the wood frame. “Billy, I’m looking forward to wearing you the fuck out.”
“Me first.”
Sarah drops to her damn knees, tugging my pajama pants with her, my cock springing out and hitting my stomach. Her hand covers the veined flesh and pulls it toward her warm mouth, and I hear her moan as she closes her lips around my cock.
“Fuck.” I hiss as she pushes forward until I almost feel her throat. “Swallow me back.” I groan, digging my fingers into the doorframe harder.
Her head begins to bob in unison with the figure-eight motion her hand is doing, and it’s fucking white-hot bliss. My chin tips up to the ceiling as I push my hips forward, feeling her cheeks suck in around my cock each time she lowers and pulls back.
“That’s good. Take it all.”
Sarah pulls my cock into her mouth deeper and deeper each time, leaving spit pooling over her hand and onto my dick as she strokes me.
