“Kto eto?”
“How’s business? I mean, you must be struggling now. We’ve destroyed how many—? Wait, do you want me to talk slower, so you understand in English?” I patronize, as I do alter the speed at which I speak.
The head of the Russian Mafia roars in my ear. “Davay poprobuy, pizdu.”
I look to Dante, waiting for Google translate to catch up. “Come try, cunt.” Both my brother and I start laughing. Before I think of my wife and sober up completely, “Morirai soffocato dalla merda di cane.”
“English,” he spits, which only makes Dante laugh again, but it is pretty amusing. The Russian hangs up on us.
I call him back, and surprisingly, he doesn’t take my call. I leave a message in Russian, using the mechanical voice onGoogle Translate, because I’m nice like that, since clearly, Petrov is a dumb fuck. “You will die choking on dog shit.”
Before going back to Junior, because we’re nowhere near finished with him, I log onto the Trinity app and share with Santiago and Ronin the latest.Let’s talk dates. We’re going to Moscow. Petrov needs to die. If he comes for me, he comes for us. Talk soon—I’m going to see how much baseball bat an asshole can take.
Matteo
The faster I drive through the rain, and the farther from De Luca tower we go, the more Layne thaws.
Though she’s not talking much, I can hear her thoughts beating like a drum.
Triple-checking the road is empty, I slam the brakes, and our Blackwing locks up, sliding like it’s aquaplaning. It’s not. This car is as responsive as Layne is.
Instead of screaming, Layne starts laughing. I steer out of the slide before using the turbo button on the steering wheel and fucking jetting us forward.
Her exhilaration is infectious, and the both of us are laughing like idiots.
“Really?” She laughs when I drop back through the gears, bringing us back from illegal racing to only fast driving.
“Of course.” I nab her hand and put it on my thigh as we wait for the lights to change.
The rain is falling harder now, but it’s not torrential.
She looks out the window, her loud thinking is fading, and when she turns to look at me, I already fucking know. I fucking know.
I twist the steering wheel and slam on the brakes again, and our car comes to a stop in the emergency lane. It’s wide and safe, with a barrier on one side and lanes on the other side of the car.
“You’re looking at me with trouble in your eyes,” I say quietly.
And she is. I don’t need to turn around. I can scent how turned on she is.
“I mean, if you’re not interested…” she answers, and that’s when I twist and see the challenge in her stunning eyes.
I’m out of the car before she even speaks, slamming the door so hard, the car rocks. And I go complete fucking desperado for her, reaching in, undoing the seat belt, and dragging her through the window, to stand next to me on the road.
Not a noise of complaint from her, just a rush of desire coating her skin and heating her sweet scent. My mouth is on her in the very next heartbeat we share, and yeah, we do share heartbeats. Feeling our chests pressed together only confirms what I know.
Layne whimpers and fumbles with my belt, so I let her take whatever she needs. I trust her with everything I am. If this is what she needs, then this is what she gets.
There’s so much trouble in her eyes, my brow raises in question.
“Just a taste, Matteo,” she says, her hands dipping inside my suit pants, cupping and lightly squeezing my balls.
“You feel how full they are. It won’t be a taste,” I mumble against her lips, rocking my hips.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page, because I want every last drop.” She strokes me hard, watching me closely before she sinks down in front of me.
The rain is getting heavier, the wind picking up, but when she frees my cock and wraps her mouth around the crown, the whole world stops turning.
“Fuck, Layne,” I grunt as she swipes her tongue down my length before she twists it all around, returning to flick over the beading pre-come. “I’ll be coming down your throat in no time.”
