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after shocks were probably still racing through her body when she shut the damn door.
    She should’ve at least taken me to dinner if she was gonna fuck me like that. I bark a laugh at my little joke.
    Okay, okay. Now I know what I’m working with. If we’re gonna keep fucking I know exactly where I stand with her. I’d be her dirty, little secret. Usually women brag about fucking me. There’s no way Becca will.
    As I pull up to the house, my phone goes off. I look at the monitor on the dashboard and see it’s Vince. I park the car in the driveway, but leave it running.
    “Yeah?” I ask him. I don’t really feel like fucking around. I want to get inside and look at my schedule. I gotta figure out when I’m hooking up with my doll again.
    “We got a problem.” I don’t like his tone. My blood runs ice cold.
    “What is it?” I ask.
    “Detective Marshall took Jack in.” Hearing that name pisses me off. Jack’s ex threatened to go to him. You don’t threaten a mobster, even if he’s your husband. You sure as fuck don’t use names either. Cause that means you’ve already talked to him.
    “What’s he got on him?” I ask.
    “Nothing. But we all need to stay low.”
    “Why’d he get picked up?” Marshall is always trying to hunt us down and pin anything he can on us. Every stupid thing used to get us taken in. Now they’re careful, since Pop’s threatened a lawsuit and the judge in his pocket is on our side.
    “Expired license.” He’s gotta be shitting me.
    “Are you fucking serious?” I practically yell.
    “Yeah, just lay low Dom.” He answers with a pissed off tone. Jack should fucking know better.
    “Not a problem.” My hands twist the steering wheel. I always lay low. I’m not out there like the rest of them.
    “Yeah it is a problem.” My brows furrow. The fuck it is? “Don’t you remember what happened yesterday?”
    I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. De Luca. Damn he is a pain in my ass. “That hasn’t been dealt with yet?” We have to be careful about how we talk. No names, nothing that could be used as evidence. Just in case.
    “Not yet, we have issues standing in the way and now this.” My fist slams on the wheel. It’s not hard to whack a guy. Really it’s not. The quicker the better. Which is why it was supposed to happen last night.
    “Why didn’t the call happen last night?” It’s hard to keep the anger out of my voice. I stay calm and indifferent on the outside. That’s how I am. That’s how I like it to be. Other than with this broad. She’s gotten under my skin.
    “We got tied up.” What the fuck could be more important than taking care of someone who’s trying to take care of us? I wanna ask him, but my temper is starting to get the best of me. I can’t let that get out of hand. I can’t slip on a phone call.
    “What do you need me to do, Vince?” I fucking hate this. I hate knowing someone is out there gunning for us and we’re just sitting ducks. My mind flashes with an image of Becca, on the ground, blood pooling around her pale, lifeless body. Even worse, her son. Fuck that. That can’t happen. I won’t let that happen.
    No. No, they didn’t see them. Right? There was plenty of time between when she left and that young prick coming into my office. But who the fuck knows how long they were waiting out there.
    Johnny looked at the footage, had to cross every “T’ and dot every “I.” He said there wasn’t anyone with him. His car was left in the lot. He dumped it of course. But still, an uneasiness creeps up on me.
    My body stills and freezes. I’m not risking it. I put the car in reverse. “I gotta go Vince.”
    “Just hang low.”
    “Got it.” I hit end and immediately dial Johnny.
    “Yo, boss.” He answers casually. Too fucking casual for my liking.
    “Did you watch my girl leave when you saw the footage?” I feel fucking stupid for not doing it myself. I grit my teeth as I come up to a red light and resist the