The t-shirt has three skulls with wings, and saysThe Bonetti Bastardsacross it. Bonetti? That was Raven's last name, and I clearly remember Bianca’s psychiatrist, Dr. Martin, making reference to the Bonetti Brothers when we were in Wellard Asylum. Are these mentheBonetti Brothers? Or do they just share a common name? I’m sure there are people with my last name that I’m not related to. Is this just a coincidence?
Or is it more?
No, it can’t be. These three are involved in criminal activity, but none of them said the word mafia. But then, why would they admit to that? I'm practically a stranger.
I hurry to get dressed, if for no other reason than to lower the temperature with Killian.Mafia.
What in the hell have I gotten myself mixed up in?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KNOX
“Do you like to live dangerously, Tesoro?” I ask, as I pull Heather out the door, her fingers interlocked with mine. Killian and Carter are already standing outside with our cars, ready to leave for tonight's race.
Her lips pull up into a devious little smirk.
“That depends. What do you have in mind, Knox?”
She looks so fucking hot in our shop shirt and tight-fitting jeans. We are registered as an auto repair shop and pay taxes on it to avoid questions about where our money comes from.
“I have a race tonight, and if you want to, you can come with me. It’s your choice. But if you ride with me, you’ll race with me.”
Normally, you’d never have a passenger when racing, because the extra weight slows you down, but I don’t fucking care. I want her with me.
“If you’d prefer not to be in a street race, you can ride with Carter.”
Her eyes widen as she rubs her hands together excitedly, and she bounces on her feet.
“I want to go with you. This is going to be so much fun.”
I grin at her and kiss her on the cheek.
“You’ll be my good luck charm.”
I take her hand in mine again and start walking to my car, when she stops me as she turns to Carter.
“Is this okay with you?”
He nods, his face lighting up like she just gave him the greatest fucking gift.
“Yeah, Little Heathen, it’s okay. Knox knows what he’s doing, so you’ll be safe with him.”
I pull her away and over to my car. Opening the door, I help her in and buckle her harness, making sure it’s nice and tight as she rolls her eyes at me.
“Careful, Tesoro. I will spank you.”
Her mouth forms the perfect ‘O’, and causes my cock to harden in my jeans.
After shutting her door, I walk around to the other side and slide into the driver's seat, buckling my own harness.
“Where are we going?”
I grin at her as I turn the car on, and she jumps from the deep rumble of the engine.
“To the middle of nowhere.”
She squeals as I take off, bracing her hand on the console to stabilize herself.
