January gasps.
“Jesus,” I hiss. “Is that necessary?”
Bobby turns to Doc, fist raised. “Fucking—”
“Asshole? Sorry, Bash. All’s fair in love and war.”
Bobby opens his mouth, but I get in first. “Anyone who violates rule two is out.”
Doc turns back to January and pats his thighs. “Come on, honey. I’ll pound you like your pussy’s the only thing keeping me alive.”
Bobby swears under his breath. “January, Doc’s killed about a million people, and I never meant to lie to you. I—”
“Just stop talking, please?” January looks like she’s about to faint.
“You idiots are both fucking this up,” I say.
Doc glares at me. “Let’s see you do better.”
“Fine.” I shift in my seat. “Miss Whitehall,guardami.”Look at me.
January’s eyes find mine.
“Brava bambina,” I say. “Stai andando così bene.”Good little girl. You’re doing so well.
Doc laughs as he tucks his cock back into his jeans. “Breaking out the Italian, are you? We can all do that.”
I ignore him. January’s green eyes are already following me like I’m performing a magic trick.
“When you first saw me, you could barely look at me,bella.” I flick my right sleeve over. “That was appropriate. You’re a shy, respectful girl and you were engaged to another man.”
Her throat contracts. I’m going to clamp a hand around it while I make her ride me. I reach for my left sleeve. “But it’s not inappropriate for you to want me now. I can kiss you. Touch you. Look you right in the eyes while I slide my cock into your beautiful cunt.”
She lets out a helpless little whimper. “Mr. Morelli…”
“Yes,bella,” I say quietly. “I know it hurts. Come to me and I will take care of you like the precious little girl you are.”
She jerks forward and Bobby groans. “How is this happening?”
“Fucking forearms,” Doc mutters. “Women and shirts and fucking forearms.”
I keep rolling up my sleeve, nice and slow. “Come on,bella. Come to daddy and he’ll make everything better.”
She puts a nervous hand on the carpet then sits back, her face red with embarrassment. I hold her gaze and let her drink me in, knowing she can’t resi—
A whistle cuts through the air, making all of us jump.
Adriano lowers his tattooed fingers from his mouth, ugly as one of Goya’s demons.
Doc rubs his chest. “You scared me, you giant fuck.”
Adriano doesn’t acknowledge him. He and January are staring at each other, green eyes into green eyes. He points to the floor at his feet. “Here.”
January cringes away.
I force myself to laugh, my heart still racing too hard. “Nice try, Rossi.”
Adriano taps a boot against the carpet. “Now.”
