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I gasp a few times as the pleasure surges through me, then it fades. It felt good, but it was more like a tease.
“Harmless fantasy,” I mutter, pulling my panties up and rolling over. “I’d never… especially with him.”
The afterglow settles in, and it isn’t long until I’m fast asleep.
It might be the best sleep I’ve had in years.
CHAPTER 6
Boyd
I should be taking my own advice right now and getting some sleep.
Instead, I’m out on my balcony, listening to a fucking podcast.
“If you enjoyed this recap of the Mafia Prince Murders, make sure you tune in next week! I’m planning a deep dive into the testimony, all the trial evidence,andthe verdict!” Sarah says from the laptop resting on my thighs. “That’s all for this week. As always, I’m your host Sarah Parker and these have been… yourTrue Crime Minutes!”
“Fucking Mafia Prince Killer,” I mutter, taking a drag from my cigarette and reaching for my scotch. “People are way too fucking obsessed with murder.”
Ironic, coming from someone in my line of work, but it’s the truth. I don’t kill because I enjoy it. I follow orders. It’s been a while since I’ve had to kill anyone. That’s pretty rare when you’re serving as the bodyguard to the boss’s daughter-in-law.
I blow smoke into the Vegas night, sip my drink, and scroll through Sarah’s podcasts. Why am I doing this? I like to do my job well. If I’ve got to approve content for her podcast, I should at least know what one of her podcasts sounds like.
Or maybe I like her lovely voice, especially when there’s some excitement in it. Her latest podcast didn’t have much of that. It was way too forced.
“Ah, this is her most popular series,” I say. “More Mafia Prince shit, just like she said.”
I start the podcast and notice an immediate difference in Sarah’s voice. It’s more natural. She’s in her element. It’s a beautiful thing to hear.
I smoke, drink, and listen until the end of the podcast, then I start the next one. I didn’t really follow the Mafia Prince Murders, but I get fully caught up while listening to Sarah’s excited voice. I feel the exhaustion sinking in before I can get through another one, so I crush out my cigarette, finish my drink, and head inside.
“Why did you have to make me a fucking babysitter, Massimo,” I sigh, tossing my laptop on the couch and walking into my bedroom. “You know how seriously I take my job.”
Except that’s not entirely true. The boss didn’t tell me to take her to dinner. I could have told her a few stories and dropped her off at the casino. As long as she’s out of Massimo’s way, he doesn’t care where she is. I mean, she’s his wife’s best friend and he likes the girl. He’s just really fucking busy right now.
And deep down, I still think there’s some punishment involved in this. I was Erica’s bodyguard. How was I in the dark abouteverything? I would have asked the same question if I was sitting at the head of the table.
But I wasn’t involved. I was as surprised as Salvatore Morandi when Erica attempted her coup and tried to kill Salvatore’s sons. I was following orders, and I didn’t ask questions. That’s the kind of shit they used to reward in this line of work. I guess I should be thankful I got put on the sidelines instead of taken for a ride I didn’t come back from.
Sarah’s on my mind again as soon as I get into bed. Her lovely laugh. Her beautiful smile. Those pretty blue eyes when they flicker with nervousness or excitement. Even the way she tilts her head in the most adorable way possible.
And yeah, she’sfucking gorgeous.
My hand slips under the covers and I rub my cock through my boxers.
Sarah’s a brat, but that’s never stopped me before. I know how to handle bratty girls.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it, Sarah?” I growl, closing my eyes. “Someone who knows how tohandleyou.”
I rub my cock for a few minutes as I imagine her over my knee, her gorgeous ass bared, ready to behandledthe right way. As soon as I feel the pressure in my balls, I pull my hand away.
“No, I can’t do that,” I mutter. “The boss didn’t say she’s off limits, which means she isn’t, but I’m already in the fucking doghouse. I don’t need to make things worse.”
My job is simple. Take her around Las Vegas. Tell her stories. Keep her out of Massimo’s way until she goes home. If I do that, I’m off the sidelines and back where I belong.
Easiest assignment ever.
Sarah’s blue eyes are the last thing on my mind when I drift off to sleep.
