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His fingers trail down my back, all the way down my ass, and find my clit with ease. He rubs slow, deliberate circles that make my knees buckle while he continues to slam into me.

“Don’t stop,” I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heavy breathing.

“Never,” he promises, his fingers unrelenting, his hip unrestrained as it smashes against my ass cheeks. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”

His words are my undoing. The tension in my body snaps, and I shatter around him, a strangled cry escaping my lips as the orgasm crashes over me. My body convulses as my pussy clenches around him. He groans deep in his throat, his pace quickening as he chases his own release.

“Fuck yes!” he mutters through gritted teeth, his grip on my waist tightening as he slams into me one last time, burying himself deep. His entire body tenses, and I feel him throb inside me, his release hot and thick.

For a moment, neither of us move. We both breathe hard, our bodies slick with sweat, until his hands slowly loosen their hold on my waist, and he presses a kiss to the back of my neck.

Chapter eighteen

Ezra

Despite the walls of my office being soundproof, I could still feel the bass from the club downstairs. I lean back against the leather seat in my office, fingers drumming on the armrest. My mind’s been racing all day—the FBI task force, Russo, Tsvetok Smerti.

It’s been almost two weeks, and there are still no leads on the Russian alias or Russo. With the task force now breathing down my neck more than ever, it’s all been frustrating.

The phone rings, cutting through the quiet. I stare at it for a second, irritation crawling up my skin. I dislike late-night calls; they’re always trouble. As soon as I pick up the device and glance at the caller ID, I realize that this conversation will be no exception.

I fist the phone, fully aware that the news will not be positive. “Talk.”

“Marino,” Miller’s voice comes through, tense. “I’m afraid there’s bad news. I’ve just been temporarily suspended from the agency.”

Suspended? My grip tightens on the phone.

“I’m under serious investigation. The head of the task force, Frank Paterson…he suspects I have something to do with the cartels. There’s word that there's a good reason behind his suspicion,” he pauses. “Possibly even hard evidence against you in particular.”

I say nothing but listen, vexation scratching at my gut. Business has been slow because of him… my cartel is barely hitting targets because of the bastard. I can’t help but wonder what evidence Frank might have collected against me.

“He’s coming after you hard—”

Fuck!

I hang up without saying a word and toss the phone on the table. The head of the task force has got his claws deeper than I imagined. There’s no second to waste.

Acting fast is the only alternative. God, when I lay my hands on that bastard…

I grab my jacket, feeling the weight of my gun tucked in my waistband. It’s not a question of what I’m going to do. I already know I will not have my empire coming down on my watch.

Slamming my hand against the desk, I rise and pace the length of my office. A knock cuts me off midway, and the door pushes open.

Elio walks in. “Don,” he greets.

“Elio, I have something important to do right now,” I growl, walking past him.

“I think you’re going to want to hear this,” Elio says.

I pause in my tracks and turn back to look at him. “Cosa c'è(What is it)?”

“It’s about Frank Paterson, the head of the special task force. He’s not as clean as he pretends to be.”

He’s got my attention. I stare at him for a few seconds before moving back to the desk and leaning against the edge. The anger is still thick in my chest as I give him a nod, gesturing for him to continue.

“È coinvolto con Russo(He’s involved with Russo).” Elio responds, as he hands me a document. I notice he’s holding it for the first time.

My eyes widen slightly as I immediately flip the document open, my eyes scanning through Frank Paterson’s bank transactions and phone records. It doesn’t take long before I see a name highlighted in yellow.