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Hmmmmm, sounds familiar. Does she also have a thing fora big cock?

Me:

Loves roosters.

Marco-Boy:

You misunderstood. One cock. No plural.

Me:

Oh. In that case. The bigger the better, baby.

Me:

Did you find out for sure if AJ will be coming? She’s got an amazing career opportunity riding on tonight. She needs everything to be perfect. No family drama.

Marco-Boy:

Leave it with me.

Marco-Boy:

How long until you’re ready to go?

Me:

Give us two hours. We’re getting ready at Evie’s.

Marco-Boy:

Sure thing. And Brat, paint those luscious lips of yours red. I want you to leave evidence of what else that smart mouth of yours is good for.

Yes. I intend on having a lot of fun tonight, too.

Chapter fifty-six

The Bro Code

Marco

We’regoingatithard in the ring today. It seems we’re all trying to work something—or someone—out of our system. Grunts, heavy breathing, and the thwack of rubber hitting bare skin echoes around the space in the absence of words. Even the group’s usual Chatty Cathy, Luca, is dialed in and quiet—which is saying something ’cause that fucker is always ready with the jibes. Raf and I finish round two of three sparring matches. I’m gassed. Raf never quits, so it was a hard-won fight, even if no one is officially keeping score. I bend at the waist slightly, trying to catch my breath before we go at it again, jab for jab. Sweat drips from the ends of my hair, the pieces that have fallen around my face now slicked to the side of it. It’s a bit longer than I usually keep it, but I’ve resisted getting it trimmed because Sophia loves running her hands through it. I love the way her nails feel scraping over my scalp, and the sting of her tugging on the lengths when my head is between her legs. Yeah, that’s the best kind of hurt. Now I can’t stop thinking about devouring her pretty pussy. Rather inconvenient considering my company and the fact that I’m in soft training shorts that will do absolutely nothing to hide my boner. In a bid to stop the bloodrushing south, I start compiling a set list in my head and focus on the solitary bead of sweat running down my nose, watching as it drops off the end and splatters on the mat.

Then I move onto planning and mapping out our movements for the night so I can ensure I’ve got eyes on the girls and can keep tabs on Arty if he shows. It might be a social event, but I am still officially on the clock, so I need to remain vigilant. Especially with the amount of media attention around tonight’s exhibition and after party at Bella Donna.

The incessant pinging of a message tone pulls me back to the present. I lift my head, eyes searching the faces of the others for some answers.

“Raf, bro! Who the fuck is blowing up your phone?” Luca snaps.

“How the fuck should I know. I’m currently getting my ass handed to me,” he snips back as he pulls off a glove and reaches for his cell phone.

Luca is taking great delight in dangling it just out of reach as message notifications light up the screen. Switching back into his usual shit-stirrer mode, he begins reading the messages that litter the screen. “So tell me, how big? How many inches we talking?What the fuck, bro! Who are you sexting with?“ Luca hoots and hollers as he takes off, twisting and turning away as Raf lunges for him.

“I’ve always been of the belief that bigger is better.Winky face emoji,” Luca continues in a singsong voice just to stick it to his brother.

“Give me my fucking phone, dickhead!” hollers Raf, losing more of his cool by the second.

“I’m so glad you decided to take my advice, big bro. This one sounds wild,” Luca goads with a shit-eating grin as he finally relents and hands Raf his phone. Once he’s got it, he makes quick work of clearing all the notifications from the screen.