Page 22 of Joey

I look down at the floor and every muscle in my body screams for release. I need to beat the shit out of someone. Or fuck her until neither of us can walk.

“I thought you were heading home earlier?” Dante asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

I look up to see him standing in the doorway, watching me intently with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Can he see what I’ve just done? Does he know simply by looking at me?

“You coming in for a quick drink?” he asks.

I take off my helmet and kill the engine. “Sure.”

“Everything okay with Ash and Henry?” he asks as we walk down the hallway to his study.

“Yeah.” I glance around, wondering where Joey went. Straight for a shower so she can wash me off her body?

“Max?” Dante says and I realize he’s been talking to me.

“What?” I blink at him.

He frowns. “I asked why you brought Joey home.”

I shrug. “I called to check in with the guys. Joey was ready to leave so I offered to bring her home.”

“You spoil her,” he says with a soft laugh. He assumes she asked me to bring her home, which has happened before. Joey loves my bike. “You never could say no to her.”

I force out a laugh.If he only fucking knew.

Dante sips his Scotch while we discuss our Russian friends and the recent change of Bratva leadership.

He checks his watch and mutters, “Fuck.” With a shrug, he gives me a small smile. “Kat will be wondering where I am.”

“No worries, D. Can’t keep the wife waiting. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” I can’t help but grin, amazed at how much he’s changed since he met his wife. I never thought I’d see Dante Moretti bow to the whims and desires of a woman. His world begins and ends with Kat and Gabriella, and I’ve never seen him so happy and fulfilled.

Dante downs the last of his Scotch and stands up, heading toward the door.

I get up to follow him but stop. “Hey, you mind if I go check on Joey?”

He turns and frowns at me over his shoulder. “Why, something happen tonight?”

“No. Nothing really, something to do with one of her girlfriends, but I kind of snapped at her.” I shrug, the lie falling easily from my tongue.How long will it take for him to see through me?

Dante laughs softly, shaking his head at me. “I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But I’ll check on her anyway.”

We part ways in the hallway, him going toward his bedroom while I go to look for his sister. I don’t find her in the kitchen or den, so she must be in her bedroom. I knock on her door.

“What is it? I’m in bed,” she shouts.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

The answering silence is almost too long for me to handle before she finally answers. “Sure.”

Walking inside, I close the door behind me. She’s lying on the bed, still dressed in her clothes from earlier. Still smelling of me.

“What is it, Max?” she asks, sighing.

“You don’t think we need to talk about earlier?”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I think you said all you had to say.”