The Perfect Fit

by Sadie Kincaid

He wraps me in a hug and presses his lips against my neck. “You saved my fucking life, princess. Twice. Once a long time ago, then again when you walked back in here last night. I’m so fucking sorry that I never came back for you and rescued you from him.”

“I could get behind calling you Daddy though,” I add with a giggle. Zeke and Xander laugh, but West groans. “Don’t fucking tempt me, princess.”

Biologically speaking, you could actually be my daddy.” The growl that rumbles through West vibrates through me too. “I’ll be your fucking daddy, princess.”

“You okay?” I ask. He licks his lower lip. “Thinking about last night.” My lips curl. “I thought about last night twice in the shower this morning.” That gets me a laugh,

“You promised me by the end of the day.” I snort. “I promised I’d have the meeting sorted by the end of the day, jackass.” He runs his nose along my jawline and grinds his cock against mine. “You have any idea how much it turns me on when you get shit done like this, Zeke?” Sliding a hand through his hair, I tug his head back and lick my lips. “Enough to let me fuck you later?”

There were never any roaches,” West admits. “What?” she shrieks. She sits up, her mouth hanging open and her eyes darting between the three of us. “I had nightmares about roaches for days after. You assholes.”

“Consider it a reflection of how much we wanted you, buttercup.” Xander dusts his knuckles over her cheekbone. “From the first moment we met you, we all knew you were something special.” West runs his fingers over her hipbone. “The perfect fit.”

Zeke and I are working from home.” She turns and gives me her full attention. “So Xander and I get the car all to ourselves?” Little minx. “If you fuck him in the car and sit at your desk with cum dripping out of you all day, I will give you the spanking of your life when you get home tonight.” She flashes me a devious smirk. “Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

I know in my bones that her father is the man who hurt her. The man she was fighting off that night in the basement when I fucked her on the hood of my car. So if her brother is anything like him, he will be added to my list of people to torture and kill.

“So, you’re both dating her?” Glancing at each other, we nod. Nico frowns. “Prove it.” How the hell are we supposed to do that? I could grab a pair of her panties from the bedroom, but what would that prove? And why did my mind go straight there? Fortunately, West isn’t thinking with his dick. He grabs his phone and

Nico looks a little like Lily, but not as much as I would’ve expected.

His second-in-command, Dean, strolls in beside him, and it’s clear they’re very close. Like the way West, Zeke, and I are close. I don’t know that anyone else would notice, but my gaydar is finely tuned.

“Abort! Abort!” Xander shouts, spinning on his heel and herding West out of the doorway. Meanwhile, Zeke runs over to me and pulls off his jacket, then drapes it across my shoulders.

if Carmine finds out I’m alive, none of us will be safe. He’ll assume that their importance in my life means they know the whole truth too, and that puts them in more danger than they realize. I’m the one responsible for this mess. I need to be the one to fix it.

Vicious and calculated, Ludovica Santangelo. The first and only female head of the Vegas Mafia. Niece of Giovanni Santangelo. “It’s me.” “Liliana?” My name comes out almost like a plea. “Hey Mom.”

I’ll be back before you even have a chance to miss me. And if I’m not, know that you three are the only men who will ever have my heart.

Memories assault me from being called a whore by the man who tried to turn me into one. The man who snuck into my room every night for almost a year and made me suck his disgusting cock.

When I was eleven, an old friend of my father’s did tell me that Nico wasn’t my twin and Carmine wasn’t my father.

“Jesus fucking Christ! She’s fine?” My lungs burn as I remember how to breathe. “Lead with that next time, asshole.” “Sorry, buddy.” He laughs nervously,

“Did you really just tell our girl to get off her knees?” Zeke asks. “Amateur,” I mutter. Xander’s mouth drops open. “What? I was making a point.” “Kind of a dumbass move if you ask me. You can come kneel before me, buttercup,” Zeke adds with a dark chuckle.

“She ever comes here again, with or without us, she gets treated like a fucking queen. You got me?” “I understand, Boss.”

was either this or knock you up,” Xander says, chuckling. “And we did consider swapping out your birth control,” Zeke adds. His nonchalant shrug makes me believe he’s serious,

“Looks beautiful, Mrs. Archer.” Zeke snorts. “I don’t fuckin’ think so. Mrs. Cavanagh is way better.” “Actually, I think Mrs. King has a nice ring to it.” We groan, but Xander laughs at his pun.