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I don’t miss the shudder that runs through her body. My spoiled little brat loves to be dominated, even though she’ll never admit it. She doesn’t argue, but probably only because she’s afraid I’d make her stay home.

Instead she tries a completely different and way more effective tactic. “Henry and Ash will be with me. I’ll be gone for a few hours and then I’ll be back here.” She runs her hands down my chest and over my abs. “And I will be so grateful to you that I’ll do anything you want.”

I fist my hand in her hair, pulling her head back until she gasps. “You’ll do anything I want, regardless, Joey. Because you’re my needy little slut.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Please, Max?”

Why do I feel like this is such a bad idea? Her brothers think it’s safe. She’ll have armed guards. The threat right now is to Kristin.

“You can’t keep me locked away forever. I’m a grown woman, aren’t I?” she whispers.

I press my forehead against hers. She’s right about that. My girl has been protected and locked away almost her entire life and I saw the damage it did to her. She deserves much more than that, especially from me. How do I expect her to be all I know she’s capable of being if I don’t let her breathe? If I wanted a submissive, compliant woman who obeyed my every whim, Joey Moretti wouldn’t be the woman for me.

“Fine. But you stay for four hours, then you get your ass back here. Don’t get drunk because it makes you less alert. And do everything Henry and Ash tell you. Understand me?”

She throws her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, peppering kisses all over my face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I carry her to the bed and lay us down on it. I have at least another hour before Vito’s awake enough for more questions. “You want to show me how grateful you are, baby?”

She lifts her eyebrows. “What do you have in mind?”

I pull open her towel and kiss her silky skin, peppering kisses over her breasts and moving down her body, over her stomach, toward her pussy. I can smell her arousal already and it makes me hard. “First of all, you can come all over my face.” Kiss. “And then my cock.” Kiss. “And then…” I swirl my tongue over her clit.

“And then?” she whimpers.

“Then you will suck my cock so you can taste just how delicious your cunt is.”

“Yes, please,” she says as she pushes her hips up until she can grind herself on my face.

“That’s my naughty little slut.”

* * *

“She’ll be fine,compagno,”Dante says with a wry smile as I check my watch for the hundredth time this hour.

“Yeah, well, until she’s back here, I won’t relax.”

He laughs softly. “She’s really done a number on you.”

“I love her, D. I think about her every second of every fucking day. I can’t help it.”

He nods like he knows exactly what I mean. “Did you get anything more from Vito last night?” he says, getting back to the business at hand.

“No. Once Kat gave him some more drugs, he was making no sense at all. Kristin said he was still sleeping when I checked at lunch. I figured I’d let him sleep it off a little longer and we’ll talk to him when he’s lucid. I asked her to let him know we want to see him as soon as he wakes up.”

He rubs a hand over his beard. “I spoke to Dmitri this morning. He’s following a lead on Pushkin, thinks he might be in Miami.”

“Miami?”

Dante nods. “Has some property down there in his dead ex-wife’s name. Managed to keep it low-key until now.”

“And his sons?”

“No sign of them yet. Rumor has it Viktor and Ivan went back to the motherland to try to drum up support to oppose Dmitri.”

“Fuck, that’s all we need.”

“Dmitri doesn’t think they’ll have much success. The Pushkins don’t have many allies left right now and any support they had is waning. Even the New York branch promised Dmitri their support, and they were always going to be the ones that would tip the scales. With Vlad Mikhailov’s backing from the Bratva and our support in Chicago, Dmitri is set.”