Old.
My girl just fucking called me old.
What the fuck.
Never in my young forty-five years have I ever been this stunned.
I knew that my girl was wicked but I didn’t think that she would go straight for the throat especially after I left her frazzled after an orgasm that I know blew her mind.
Yet here she is, fucking sassing me.
Someone has been spending way too much time with my brother.
She stands, giving me a final view of her pussy before moving away from me and collecting her shorts. There is a grimace on her face as she shrugs them on and I find a shred of delight knowing the rough fabric will be rubbing on her sensitive core for the rest of the day.
Perfect time to continue winding her up.
Getting back to my feet, I silently watch as she moves around her new room.
It's easy to see just how perfect she is in this space. It's as though we had it built with her in mind.
Her hands trail over a four poster bed that almost perfectly mirrors Amity’s room. But wherepiccolo’sroom is filled with all things girly, we went for a much darker theme in this room.
The sheets on the bed are a dark green that seem to offset the black feature wall behind the bed. The rest of the walls are a warm off white, allowing the room to still feel breathable.
Decor was kept to a minimum, the room having nearly been forgotten about until the vision before me walked into our lives.
Scratching my head, suddenly feeling an odd nervousness, I clear my throat, “I know that it isn’t much. Interior decorating isn’t ourthing but I want you to add your own touch. To make this room truly feel like yours.”
She nods but keeps her back to me, looking out the window.
On quiet feet, I walk up behind her, hesitant as I wrap my arms around her waist. I pause as she tenses but continue wrapping my arms around her when she relaxes into my hold.
We are both silent for a moment as we look out over the property. The back of our property overlooks the city of Vadena. I know that Valley will be up here watching as the sun sets behind the skyscrapers.
Pointing at one of the buildings, I bring my head down to her ear, “See that building there?” She nods before I continue, “We own that.”
“Wow,” she murmurs with a hint of surprise in her voice. “What do you do there?”
I thank my brother again for skipping to the whole ‘Mafia Don’ speech so I didn’t have to. It’s never an easy conversation to have.
“The bottom half of the building we rent out to various companies for office space. A few floors above that are apartments where we house a lot of our single soldiers. Above that, each floor is dedicated to one of our businesses.”
I cringe slightly as I leave that statement hanging between us.
“Do I even want to know how many of these businesses you have?” she questions, a hint of a smile in her tone.
“Ah, probably not. To be honest, I’m not as involved with them as I should be. Cal handless all of them while I handle the more…” I trail off trying to find the right word.
“Sinister side?” she adds, her tone laced with an edge of snark.
I nod with a chuckle, “Yeah, that sounds about right.” I pause and squeeze her tight. “I know Cal told you about what we really do but I need to know… Are you really okay with it?”
I wait with bated breath as she thinks over what I just said.
There is a pit in my stomach. One that is fucking terrified that she will hate what we do, just like Gwen did.
I know that I wouldn’t blame her if she did. It's not like the three of us have normal jobs. There is no nine-to-five here.
