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Another image came onto the screen. My brothers faces appeared on the screen. "We're going to take down the Vitale family."
observative.
...observant?
"Cum for me," Paul groaned. "Go on, you can do it. I want to know what my boss tastes like."
"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.
Bruh
"You're ridiculous." He had no fucking clue.
"My daughter’s are ten. Twins.” Twins. The moment I heard it, I smiled.
DUH I JUST REALIZED
"Look at that," Paul mumbled. "My boss is moaning for me in the backseat of my car. Fuck, that's so hot." "Every time you speak, I regret this," I informed him.
"Let me see your cock." "What's the magic word?" I asked. Paul climbed on top of me. "Now. Show me that fucking cock."
I don't know, you looking like a sex god, but being virtually untouched makes my dick so fucking hard for you, I just want to slide myself in your ass until my balls touch your skin, and fuck you until you cry for me." He licked his lips. "Respectfully."
"I'm a patient man. Until I'm not, York. And then..." He trailed off.
I was a dignified whore,
We'd been out of each other's lives well over ten years, and I was seriously losing it. I knew Gin already had lost it, but I was barely holding it together myself.
She was their nanny, but the girls flinched away from her. She's dead.
A few guys in our school had tried to pick on Enzo and we'd taken a baseball bat and golf club to each of them and their older siblings.
Good
"Really? I remember seeing it in theaters when I was a teen." I bit my lip. "I was in elementary school." York stared at me. "Stop talking."
"Dormi bene, piccola piantagrane," I whispered.
I mapped out every inch of York's mouth, tasting the kettle corn that still lingered. For some reason, it wasn't so gross when it was mixed with York.
Benito growled. “They’re demanding I give them a life for a life. They want my husband.”
My baby Harlow >:(
I'll wipe the Aceto's off the face of the Earth before I let any of them so much as look at Harlow for too long."
"Melony Thomas, Chelsea Bennet, your secretary Ashley, Marianna Dega, and Teresa Hammer." "Melony would never,"
Omg that would hurt
"He thought I was cheating and nearly killed her." He said it as if it wasn't a big deal that his husband was murder happy.
I'd never get used to being this person, not when I knew who I really was.
"Five, four, three—" "Why are you counting?" Two—" "Paul?" "One." I pulled in opposite directions. The sound of fabric tearing apart filled my apartment. York's shirt popped open and hung off his arms.
"Five, four—" "Paul," York growled. He unbuckled his belt, yanking it free and tossing it to the side. Making quick work of his pants, my boss was naked before my eyes while I struggled to remember the number three.
The growl in his voice was sexy, lace it with a command and I was weak. He could have said bark like a dog and I would have happily done it.
Yep, that was the Paul I knew and lo—
Bro we are at 31%
"I'm their nanny." "Good for you, be their nanny from over there.
I’m going to kill Tony.
He was the kind of man that would sacrifice himself for the world when I was the kind that would destroy the world for what was mine.
"Morning, boss," Hunter said, making me cringe. Paul had forever changed the way I viewed those words.
I opened it and showed them the matching bracelets. Blue and white beads decorated it but right in the center of the butterfly charm was a button. “I want you both to wear these no matter what. Never take them off.”
“Your safety is my biggest concern. You know your dad works a hard job. And sometimes people choose to go after him. Bad guys.” And one day, I won’t be here. I won’t be allowed to stand at your side as Paul.
“If you’re ever in trouble, and it has to be a real emergency, you hit the small button on the charm. Okay?”
“Will you come save us? You and Dad?” Navy asked. My chest tightened. “Of course. I’d fight a lion for you two.”
If I can just have him, I don't need anything else. Not even to be a Vitale again.
Being left in York's room might have been an opportunity in the past, but I couldn't find it in me to snoop around.
Mine. Everything that was York Washington was meant to be mine.
Who was I kidding? I was a fucking Vitale. If there was something I wanted, I knew exactly how to take it.
“Let me know when you're ready to have fun again. I know it's all I'm good for."
What did you do when the person you trusted suddenly became the person you questioned?
"York, I can't take losing you or the girls. Don't do this."
"I'm taking some leave." "For what?" York asked. To kill every single person who put you and the girls in danger.
"Vitale scum," one of them spat at me. “Now you’re helping the feds? Should have known.”
"Who are you?" York asked. Fear, disgust, anger, all of them flashed over York’s face. He knows.
"Paul," York growled. His fists balled up at his sides. “Who the fuck are you?
I snatched the phone out of his hands before he did something stupid. Like get me arrested. I couldn’t kill the people trying to kill him if I was locked away.
"Who are you?" You don't want to know. I don’t want to tell you, yet.
"Where are we going?" York asked. I didn’t know, but as long as we were together, I'd make a safe haven for them.
This was a man that killed with impunity. Who smiled as he bashed a man's head in. A fucking Vitale.
I was always able to see right through people, but he clouded my vision. No, he straight up fucking blinded me.
