“Calm down, my hitman,” I murmured, reaching to stroke his cheek. “Bring back my boyfriend.”
“We’re one and the same,” he deadpanned.
“You’re like a two-for-one special,” I teased.
He scowled.
I laughed, and his expression softened. “Hazard.”
Sometimes I forgot that wasn’t my actual name. What once was basically an insult had somehow become an identity. Not one I was assigned either but one he gave me.
“Uncle Gio came to the shop today.”
Kieran’s brows drew together. His distrust of my uncles was still there and probably always would be. It didn’t bother me. He had his reasons—good ones. Just like I had my reasons for trusting them probably more than I should have.
“Did he upset you?” Kieran asked, searching my eyes. “I don’t give a shit about the truce we have with the mob. I’ll kill them all.”
“They’re my family.”
Kieran didn’t rescind the threat, saying instead, “What happened?”
“Nothing.” I shrugging a shoulder. “He came in because he said he wanted to see the shop now that the renovations were done.”
“Renovations he should have paid for because one of the cronies he hired is who fucked it up,” he muttered. He said it every time we talked about my uncles.
“He offered to pay for it.” And I reminded him of this every time too.
Keiran recoiled. “Like hell I’d let him pay for something that’s mine.”
“But the Neon Reef is mine.” It was something he didn’t need a reminder for because he was the one who insisted the business be in my name.
The Neon Reef is wholly mine.It was a dream I’d never even dared to dream, and now it was reality.
His eyes narrowed to slits. “And to whom do you belong?” he asked dangerously.
“Your cum is literally leaking out of my ass,” I told him. He was utterly ridiculous. “You already know.”
Grunting, he sat up and reached into the bedside table and came back with the plug he’d given me a couple months ago. Carefully, he pulled it from the wrapping he put around it after it was washed from the last use.
He held it out, and I nodded.
“Mine,” he whispered, pushing the leaking cum back into me and gently sliding the cool glass plug in after it.
I crawled up his body, and he wrapped me in his arms.
“He said it again today,” I whispered.
Kieran stroked his hands through my hair, not saying anything because he knew I wasn’t done.
“That I reminded him of Matteo. Not just the eyes but my mannerisms and the way I talk.”
“I’m sorry you never got the chance to know him, baby doll.”
“Me too,” I confessed. Grimaldi didn’t just try to kill me. He killed my father.
And yes, we confirmed it. I took a blood test with my uncles. I was officially a Salvatore, Matteo’s heir.
Turned out Matteo knew about me. My mother sent him a letter six months before he died. Before they both died. I’d been so close to knowing them, and now I never would.
