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loud cry.
“Oh yes! Xavier!”
Xavier looked down at me. “That’s it, Farrah. Come for me.”
My whole body started to shake and I felt Xavier’s body tense. He released inside me, which only made me orgasm harder. He let out a low moan and collapsed on top of me.
Thirteen
Xavier
I spent two days in bed with Farrah. There was nothing else I wanted to do than lick her dry. But it was Friday, and I had a job to do. Dante had been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know the details. But I didn't give details. Details gave you something to tell the feds. No one knew the intimate details of my killings. Just me.
But as I looked at Farrah slumbering softly next to me, I wondered if I needed to tell her.
Her father was a bastard. As far as I was concerned, he was a deadbeat, and he left her and her mother for something better. What could be better than Farrah, I had no fucking idea. When her father had threatened to take Maria and Farrah away from us, Pops allowed me to take the job. It was my formal initiation into the family. Ten years ago, I made it happen. I shot that bastard point blank in the face.
When the feds found him almost five years later, he was so deteriorated we never thought they'd catch me. But they did. Someone had ratted me out, I was sure of it. Someone who knew the details.
But they didn’t have enough to keep me. It was why my lawyer had won. With enough appeals, I was a free man.
Since then, I made sure not to tell anyone else what my business was. Pops knew about this one, and that was it. We hadn’t told Dante why the warehouse needed to be cleared. Just that it had to be done.
Dante made me nervous because he had questions. Too many questions sometimes. But it wasn't that I didn't trust him. I just thought that in my absence, his position in the chain of command was a little bit higher than I wanted it to be. But that wasn't all his fault. It was the stupid fucking justice system that put me away, not him. Dante was bound by duty. Just doing his job.
I brushed a single strand of hair out of Farrah’s face. Her porcelain skin was so touchable. I dragged my finger down along her shoulder and she stirred slightly. I laid a kiss on her bare skin at the nape of her neck and got out of bed. There was work to do.
I got dressed and left her another note. I let her know that I wouldn't be back until Saturday, and to just relax around the apartment for the day. I let her know it was work-related. It killed me that I was already breaking my first promise to the woman I was falling in love with.
I arrived at the office to see my father sitting at his desk with two bodyguards flanking him. It seemed a little odd that he needed two, so I called him out on it.
“Two thugs, Pops? Really?”
He waved them off and raised a brow at me. “Sit. We need to talk.”
He stood up with his fist on the desk. His semi-bald head gleamed under a luminescent lamp. “We need the room, gentlemen.”
A couple men had been playing poker at one of the tables. They stood up, puffing their cigars, and walked up the stairs with the bodyguards. Within minutes, we were completely alone. No one disobeyed my father.
“What's going on, Pops? You seem tense.”
“Do I? Because you seem awfully relaxed.”
I straightened up in my seat. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He sighed and shook his head. “I received a call from some of our friends on the coast.”
“Jersey? What the hell do they want?”
“They say that some things are going on at the Salvatore family. They've got movement. Tightening up at the stronghold. Bringing family members in.”
“Like for an attack? Nobody has a shootout in this day and age, Pops. That’s old shit, from your time.”
He shook his head at me. “It's always my time.”
I sighed. “I know, I know. But really. No one wants to go to jail these days. Nobody wants to do what I just did. What do you think they want, anyway? What do you think they're going
“Oh yes! Xavier!”
Xavier looked down at me. “That’s it, Farrah. Come for me.”
My whole body started to shake and I felt Xavier’s body tense. He released inside me, which only made me orgasm harder. He let out a low moan and collapsed on top of me.
Thirteen
Xavier
I spent two days in bed with Farrah. There was nothing else I wanted to do than lick her dry. But it was Friday, and I had a job to do. Dante had been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know the details. But I didn't give details. Details gave you something to tell the feds. No one knew the intimate details of my killings. Just me.
But as I looked at Farrah slumbering softly next to me, I wondered if I needed to tell her.
Her father was a bastard. As far as I was concerned, he was a deadbeat, and he left her and her mother for something better. What could be better than Farrah, I had no fucking idea. When her father had threatened to take Maria and Farrah away from us, Pops allowed me to take the job. It was my formal initiation into the family. Ten years ago, I made it happen. I shot that bastard point blank in the face.
When the feds found him almost five years later, he was so deteriorated we never thought they'd catch me. But they did. Someone had ratted me out, I was sure of it. Someone who knew the details.
But they didn’t have enough to keep me. It was why my lawyer had won. With enough appeals, I was a free man.
Since then, I made sure not to tell anyone else what my business was. Pops knew about this one, and that was it. We hadn’t told Dante why the warehouse needed to be cleared. Just that it had to be done.
Dante made me nervous because he had questions. Too many questions sometimes. But it wasn't that I didn't trust him. I just thought that in my absence, his position in the chain of command was a little bit higher than I wanted it to be. But that wasn't all his fault. It was the stupid fucking justice system that put me away, not him. Dante was bound by duty. Just doing his job.
I brushed a single strand of hair out of Farrah’s face. Her porcelain skin was so touchable. I dragged my finger down along her shoulder and she stirred slightly. I laid a kiss on her bare skin at the nape of her neck and got out of bed. There was work to do.
I got dressed and left her another note. I let her know that I wouldn't be back until Saturday, and to just relax around the apartment for the day. I let her know it was work-related. It killed me that I was already breaking my first promise to the woman I was falling in love with.
I arrived at the office to see my father sitting at his desk with two bodyguards flanking him. It seemed a little odd that he needed two, so I called him out on it.
“Two thugs, Pops? Really?”
He waved them off and raised a brow at me. “Sit. We need to talk.”
He stood up with his fist on the desk. His semi-bald head gleamed under a luminescent lamp. “We need the room, gentlemen.”
A couple men had been playing poker at one of the tables. They stood up, puffing their cigars, and walked up the stairs with the bodyguards. Within minutes, we were completely alone. No one disobeyed my father.
“What's going on, Pops? You seem tense.”
“Do I? Because you seem awfully relaxed.”
I straightened up in my seat. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He sighed and shook his head. “I received a call from some of our friends on the coast.”
“Jersey? What the hell do they want?”
“They say that some things are going on at the Salvatore family. They've got movement. Tightening up at the stronghold. Bringing family members in.”
“Like for an attack? Nobody has a shootout in this day and age, Pops. That’s old shit, from your time.”
He shook his head at me. “It's always my time.”
I sighed. “I know, I know. But really. No one wants to go to jail these days. Nobody wants to do what I just did. What do you think they want, anyway? What do you think they're going
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