Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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My gaze didn't stray from the amount of papers that filled my desk. My usual attentive hearing was going blind to whatever chatter scrambled about the room. I couldn't even give two fucks about the Irish right now. I already destroyed half of their property, what more did they want me to do that didn't end in blood baths in the middle of my city?
That was my last option, only if my other plans didn't work. If the Irish were smart enough they would back their shit off and think things through.
That is if they were half as smart as this whole room thought they were.
"Alessio. Sending men on that side is the only-"
I leaned back into my seat, running a hand through my hair and letting all these conversations go through one ear and out the other.
I was to fucking tired to hear this shit and actually deal with business right now. The only thing I was focused on was the lingering scent of Faye on me. Sweet with a hint of sin in it. And instead of listening to my goddamn uncles I was thinking of the way Faye sounded when she moaned in my ear.
The way my name fell between her pretty pink lips and the flush that covered her usually all pale skin. The way she trusted me. All those soft spoken words coming from her were now etched not only in my head, but between my fucking ribcage. Breathing slowly through my lungs until everything was Faye.
I didn't want to be here.
I wanted to be buried in Faye again until the fucking urge in me settled down. I wanted to feel the heat radiating off her body and even hear all her sarcastic comments she constantly threw back at me. Didn't even mind if she swindled me without my knowing, as long as she was near I didn't give a damn.
Fuck.
Now I ran a frustrated hand down my face.
I never understood when other men got pussy whipped. Now I think I've become one of the unlucky ones.
"Are you even listening, Alessio? Cazzo."
I sighed as I stood , "no. I am not listening. This is all fucking bullshit. If you want to talk out of your asses then go speak to my father about it. Not me. I don't want anyone stepping a goddamn foot in Irish territory. We'll handle it after."
"And when they kill half of us?"
"Then I hope you are the first one to go, Uncle Stefan." I looked over at him, he sat up straighter in his chair. Slowly my other uncles put their heads down and some of my other men. The only one that smirked and looked away was Soto. He knew they were pissing off every last patience I had saved for my uncles.
My father couldn't make it to this meeting so it was me who they were bitching too. Usually I sat in the back and smoked a joint, my father would glare at me the whole time. I'd listen here and there and be the only one to make any action after the meeting. All the rest of the old fuckers would go treat their wifes like shit when they knew I didn't tolerate that. Then they'd sit at the club or the casino and get drunk while I did their dirty work.
