“Yeah, everything about you and this plan screams ‘future father of the year.’”
Doc isn’t listening. He’s squinting at the motel door like it fucked his wife. “As soon as we’re back at Velvet House, I’m bending that girl over my rotating bench and—”
“Valente,” I snap. “You’re not getting January pregnant or imprisoning her in your fucked-up sex den or anything else.”
He frowns, seeming to hear me for the first time. “Why?”
“A million fucking reasons. Including the factIwant to marry her.”
Doc’s eyebrows go up. “You?”
“How are you surprised? I spent the last month saying I wanted to marry her.”
“Yeah, but that was before the bitch ran away.”
I throw up my hands. “She ran away from me too, you know! You’re not the only one who was affected by this situation!”
“Whatever.” Doc flicks a lighter in front of a fresh cigarette. “It was more fucked up for me. I’m owed revenge.”
“And what am I owed, Domenico?”
“I dunno. Whatever. Just stay away from January until I’m done with her.”
I stare at my friend and not for the first time I want to choke the life out of him. “Fuck you, asshole. Me and Eli and Adriano aren’t going to dissolve because you don’t know how to have feelings for a girl. Or did you forget this started between all five of us?”
“I mean… sure. But this is now and—”
“And now you want her, it’s suddenly like all you have to do is waltz back into that motel and take her.” I spit on the ground. “After all these years other people still aren’t real to you.”
“Christ, fine other people are real. You and Morelli and Adri are real,” He takes a deep drag on his cigarette. “Look, I get that you’ve got feelings for January. And I’m not saying we’re not gonna do a three-way once I’m done making the bitch pay, but I call dibs. She’s mine.”
I rub my temples, drained to my very limits. “You’re fucking impossible.”
“Thanks.”
“Not a fucking compliment. Why the hell do you always think you should get whatever you want?”
“I don’t. I’ve just never wanted anything before her.” He pauses, seemingly surprised by his own honesty. “Shit.”
“You’re fucking lying,” I say, even though I know he isn’t.
Doc shakes his head. “There’s been nothing until her. No future. But now…”
Now you’re in love, I think numbly.Doc Valente—a man I once saw bite off someone’s ear—is in love with January Whitehall just like I am.
“…Now I’m gonna wring every last drop of blood, sweat and tears out of that little slut’s body,” Doc finishes. He throws his second cigarette end on the ground and grinds it out like he’s stamping a full stop onto a sentence. “Enough talking. Let’s search this place before Parker hits us with a drone strike.”
Chapter Five
January Whitehall
Doc fists hiscock in front of my face. It’s thick and fleshy and I bend forward and give the head a small lick.
“Good girl.” His fingers move through my hair, collecting it in a tight ponytail. “Keep going, sweetheart. Earn my fat cock.”
I moan around him and his grip tightens. “Where you at, Bash?”
I already know. Bobby is behind me, his warm fingers spread across my ass. He squeezes tight and I arch my back.
