Though, that might be from the lighting in this particular photo.
Johan flips to another, his laptop on the table in Lazarus’s den.
Or, well, I guess this is considered the Ferraro family business space.
It’s a large conference room that’s clearly meant to host visitors from the outside, and it connects to Lazarus’s main office.
Only, we’re not meeting with anyone in person today. Just discussing the message Lazarus received in the middle of his sparring session with Noah.
All three men are showered now. Johan and Lazarus are in dress shirts and black pants. Noah and I went for a more casual look of jeans and a sweater.
I’m not sure if the plan is to be on a call soon or not. That’s the debate.
“Stefano has set a meeting for three” was what Lazarus informed us of over breakfast. “It wasn’t a request but a demand.”
“In person or over the phone?” Johan asked.
“In person. But that’s not going to happen,” Lazarus replied.
That was his subtle way of dismissing the command of another don while asserting his own form of dominance by changing the location requirements.
It’s always a dance between the families. A constant battle of measuring their knots against each other.
In this case, my money is on Lazarus’s being the biggest, as I’ve not only seen it but also felt it against my clit.
A thought that naturally makes me feel warm all over.
Because the sensual activities with Johan were left unfinished.
Not that I thinkfinishingwould help.
These three men have awakened a hunger inside me that refuses to be sated. Just like a heat cycle.
Yet I’m very aware. And very…willing.
Which I never thought would be possible with this pack. But they’ve proved they’re nothing like a typical mafia pack. Or at least the ones I grew up around.
And they’re continuing to prove it now by including me in their strategic discussion on the Ricci family.
I listen as Lazarus discusses how he wants to handle the call, how he doesn’t want to mince words and intends to be direct. “They started this war when they attempted to perform a hit on Johan,” he says. “We were entitled to the kill.”
“We’re entitled to a lot more than that,” Noah mutters, his thick arms folded across his chest. He has his dark red hair tied at the back of his nape in a fashion that would look ridiculous on most men. But Noah isn’t most men. “I’ve only just begun our revenge.”
“You took out over a dozen of his men,” Johan murmurs. “That’s not enough for you?”
Noah’s head turns slowly to stare Johan down from across the table. “They tried to kill you. Fifteen bodies isn’t enough payment. I require at least a hundred more. And I’ll bleed them all into a vial for you to wear around your fucking neck.”
“That sounds heavy,” Johan deadpans.
Noah doesn’t share in his amusement. “I’ll also make a necklace for you with their teeth.”
“And fashionable, too,” Johan adds.
“Want a matching bracelet?” Noah offers. “A ring made of their intestines?”
Johan gapes at him. “How would that even work?”
“I’ll take a knife and?—”
