“Raleigh? You think?”
“What is that thing,” I mutter. “Oh yes, Occam’s razor. The simplest, truest explanation is that. de Santis wanted more and decided to take me out. He failed. He had no idea who and what I truly am. And he paid the price.”
“Agreed,” Vittoria says.
“Still?”
She sighs. “Still, I think we should keep eyes out. Santiago likes chaos and he thrives on power.” She pauses. “And he’ll do anything to get it.”
With a sigh, I end the call.
We need to be vigilant, and I’ll be keeping my appointments with Raleigh and one of the Chicago mafia men who are looking for an in. But the meeting with Raleigh is on his turf, and I’ll be taking my pretty date with me to that.
The Amalfi man who’s looking to expand his family’s hold in Tenebris knows how powerful Vale Hart is. But he’s human and less of a threat.
It’ll be easier to unleash Vittoria or maybe Elliot on him to teach his family a lesson if he tries to take down Vale Hart.
Speaking of the devil, I get a text from Vittoria.
Vittoria
Amalfi claims emergency, canceled meeting for foreseeable future. His man says he’s happy to leave any de Santis holdings to us.
Me
Really?
Vittoria
Really. Just wants to talk protection for a bar he’s taking over when he’s back. Amalfi isn’t doing anything.
I hope. But all that sounds like every other mafioso who backs down from a possible turf war. A little saving face, an offer for us to make money from them. We protect the bar and get paid.
I strike them off my short list.
My cock aches, and I go back to my bedroom.
I stop, standing over my bound and gorgeous Elliot.
She looks good enough to eat, and I’m desperate to do just that. Eat her out. Feed her my cock, to finger her more than I have.
But the game of control isn’t just for her, it’s also for me.
Elliot’s a distraction and I’m learning to live with it while I deal with other things. My money’s on Santiago, but the Rogues aren’t to be ignored either. I am done underestimating people.
I almost killed Santiago once.
If he tries to hurt Elliot, I’ll kill him now.
Without hesitation.
I glance at her.
She fucking loves this.
Her moans pierce the air even as no one touches her. The ropes that run over her pussy and the knot that sits at her clit are soaked.
Her tits are red, nipples hard, and through it all I’m betting that she can’t decide, if she could see me, whether she wants to look at me with hate or lust or both or something else completely.
