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motherfucker up over it.”
    “And you’re saying you want me?”
    “More than you could ever fathom.”
    His words caressed her, causing a chill to run down her spine. Her light brown eyes scanned his handsome face while she absorbed his words.
    “We have to hurry back to my car. I don’t want to be late picking up my babies,” she said in a strange voice.
    Brayden stayed still for a few seconds more while he tried to figure out what she might be thinking. With a shrug, he backed out of the parking lot and drove on. He could see she was contemplating something from the way she was sucking and biting on her bottom lip. He opened his mouth to ask what she was thinking, but her action caused him to freeze.
    She made reference to something they had seen in the store as she nonchalantly touched his arm, then rested her hand on his upper thigh. His eyes closed briefly. A sharp spark shot through his gut and stopped at his mushroom-shaped tip that was just inches away from her hand. He knew that she had no way of knowing because his cargo shorts were so baggy, but his cock sensed her presence. It came to life and began to leap in her direction.
    Come on Saturday , he thought.
    He was ready to put his plan in motion.
    Only two days away .

Chapter Four
    Brayden sat at the round table in his parent’s house. Their voices were loud, as always. He laughed at the crazy stuff that his family said to one another whenever there was a large gathering, such as the one they were having now, to discuss The Business . In spite of the fact that his mother and father didn’t go around leaning on people, calling the shots, and ordering hits like they did in the old days, they still had pull to make things happen. His mind constantly went back to Trish throughout the evening. Now, all he had to do was wait for someone to let the cat out of the bag. He had to admit that he was surprised that the conversation hadn’t switched to him as soon as he entered the door. He knew that they all knew thanks to Carlos, who was now sitting across from him looking like he was about to go crazy with info that he knew. Thankfully, he knew that the topic that had called them all together was much more important than his love life.
    “I’m telling yous, it’s gonna to come to war if Aldo lets Andreas make a move against Wanda,” his father repeated himself for the hundredth time in a heavy New York, Italian accent.
    His parents never lost the speech or the accent of their old home, which they said they were thankful for. They said they would rather die than pick up the country twang of Georgia.
    “Well, what the fuck should he have done? You would think she would’ve had her shit together all the years she had been waiting and praying for somebody to off that schmuck of a husband,” replied his mother.
    She waved the wooden spoon she was using to stir the pot of pinto beans that was simmering on the stove.
    “Ah, she was a big-eyed bitch that thought she was able to run the show, but Uncle Aldo was wise to let her try. The others would have cried murder if he didn’t,” his brother Basilio pointed out.
    “Alls I’m saying is that action needs to be taken before this shit gets out of hand. The people are losing all respect for the family. She’s just standing by letting other people muscle in on our business,” fumed his father.
    “It’s not our business anymore,” Brayden corrected him.
    A loud uproar of protest went up due to his comment.
    “The hell it is. We laid the fault lines that are still etched in stone to this damn day. I should slap you across your face right now,” growled his father as he drew back his hand.
    Brayden rolled his eyes and laughed.
    “And if they ain’t making no money, we ain’t getting no kickbacks. Shit, I’m too old to be riding some damn pole for tips,” added his mother.
    “And your pussy too dry to be turning tricks too,” shouted her husband over his shoulder.
    “If you licked it more often, then I