“How’s Annetta doing? I still can’t believe she shot Adamo’s soldier.”
“Better. She’s tough, Mike. And a damn good shot, too. I took her to the range a couple days after it happened. That helped. Also, we got an alarm installed on the house. Not some cheap piece of shit, either. You wouldn’t believe how high tech some of these security systems are getting. I’m thinking we should look into it for the family.”
He nodded. “You ever find that bitch who called her and told her you were sleepin’ around?
“Nope.” And I was frustrated as hell about it. “I tracked the desk clerk to his apartment, but someone had slit his throat and left him to rot. Carlo pulled some strings at the telephone company, but the number came from a payphone downtown.”
“Whoever it was, you’ll get ’em, Dom,” He said.
Before I could tell him I wasn’t so sure, he started talking about another crazy thing we did as kids.
Thankful for the painkillers that had brought my brother back—if only for a while—I stayed at Michael’s bedside, swapping memories until he drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Annetta
IT WAS ALMOST ten p.m. by the time Dominico stumbled through the front door of our house. Knowing exactly what he’d need after the day he’d had, I tugged off my robe, revealing sexy babydoll lingerie, and waited for him in the living room.
Dom entered with his head down, like he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. Without seeing me, he removed his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of the sofa.
“Rough day?” I asked, flicking on the fireplace.
When his gaze found me, his jaw dropped. “Damn,” he said.
The way he still looked at me—a mix of love and hunger, almost like he wanted to eat me up—made my skin tingle and my heart race. I’d been stupid to believe that Tiffany bitch, and if I ever found her, I’d rip every single strand of her hair out. This thing between me and Dominico… nobody would interfere with.
“You look incredible.” Dom closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me.
I slid my hands between our chests and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Once his shirt was open, I undid his cufflinks, tugged his shirt off, and tossed it on the coffee table. “You look warm, so I’m helping you cool down.”
He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure you’re heating me up.”
I smiled innocently. “It’s practically the same thing.”
He kicked off his shoes. I unbuttoned his pants and slid them over his already growing cock. Then I dropped to my knees, pulled down his boxers, and shoved him in my mouth.
Dominico gasped.
Since he wasn’t fully hard, I took him all in, tickling the back of my throat with this throbbing head until he was fully erect. Then I slid my mouth up and down his shaft and played with his balls for a while, thoroughly enjoying myself. Although I was having fun, my man needed more, to let off some steam, so I placed his hands on the back of my head and encouraged him to let loose. Understanding what I wanted him to do, Dominico gripped by head and began fucking my mouth. Opening wider, I grabbed his ass and held on.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I nodded. Yep, that’s what I wanted him to do.
The next time he plunged his dick into my mouth, I started humming.
Moaning, he threw back his head and closed his eyes.
I kept humming until hot come hit the back of my throat. Then I licked him clean and sat him on the sofa, straddling him.
“You sure know how to welcome a guy home,” he said with a grin.
“Not just any guy,” I replied. “My capo.”
