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Yes, this is the gay mafia. Does the gay mafia exist in real life? No. You know what else doesn’t exist in real life? Vampires, werewolves, or my will to live. So, sit back, enjoy the book, don’t be THAT person. It’s a work of fiction. Enjoy.
“Bullshit. Konner caught you at the club the other night with your tongue down someone’s throat. Everyone around here knows you’d fuck anything with two legs.” I hummed. “On occasion one.” My boss snorted. Tracy turned to look at him, but his head was buried in his reports, a cup of coffee poised to his lips.
"Do you need to do another stint at HR?" No, but to have a chance at you? Fuck yes. I lifted my hands. "No, sir."
"What are you in the mood for?" I asked. "Italian." "Good choice." I tried not to let it come through my voice how close he was to getting more Italian than he could ever ask for.
Gin grunted. "Ash would die without me, and we're in the middle of trying to have a baby." My brows nearly kissed my hair line. "You have a surrogate?" "A what now?" Gin asked. Enzo shook his head "Don't get him started, he's an idiot who refuses to understand he cannot carry a baby." "It's worth a damn try."
"He won't," Gin said. "He is," Enzo and I said in unison. Benito took the intestines of the last guy and wrapped them around the remaining enemy's throat. The smell alone was gross but to be choked out by another man's intestines was just plain disrespectful.
"What happened?" I asked. "Oh, um—" "Don't start that um shit or we'll play double dutch with your intestines next," Gin warned. The guy audibly swallowed, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I know they say don't go shopping horny. I couldn't help myself." York stifled his laughter. "It's hungry, but all right."
