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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We didn't even make it out of the parking lot of his casino before we were all over each other.
I couldn't even complain. All my words from before were completely thrown out the window.
Who said this was a one time thing? Definitely not me.
Who could blame me though? Alessio was my worst temptation and my best all at once.
He knew about my trafficking yet, didn't treat me any less then what I was. Other men would've taken pity on me, look at me differently. Treat me like I was fragile and broken.
Alessio didn't look at me that way. He didn't push me with questions about what happened to me. Or what I'm doing now, how I got out. Why I ended up working in strip clubs. He didn't treat me like he was scared to touch that past of my life.
Right now he was touching me like he worshiped every part of my body. He made me feel like that part of my life didn't define any part of me now.
That didn't stop me from feeling guilty though. Didn't stop me from worrying he would find out more. And if he knew better he should've asked me questions. He should've dug more.
He shouldn't trust me.
"What are you thinking about?"
Alessio brought my attention back to him. After being lost for just two seconds. He ran his fingers so lightly against my back, his touch forcing goosebumps to wake against my skin. His other hand was on my neck, where he tilted it up to gain more access to place his lips right over my pulse point. My legs tightened around his hips.
I was straddling him in the back seat of his car. Alessio had parked in the garage of the casino, where no other cars sat. It was just us.
I hesitated before I answered him, "nothing."
That was the second time tonight I was about to spill my lies to him. He told me his truths. But that didn't mean I should tell him all of mine.
Even if I wanted to. My life just didn't work out that way. The what if's still lingered though.
What if you told him and he helped you?
But what if he hated you for it all?
What if he thought all of this was just a part of my game?
It wasn't. That much I could tell myself.
Fuck. I couldn't walk away from all this even if I could. I'd always find a way back to him whether I liked it or not.
"Why are you lying to me again?" he asked, tilting my head back down. His lips skimmed across mine very briefly, and I almost whimpered when he took my bottom lip into his mouth, kissing me softly.
He took my hips into his hands and pushed me forward, making my skirt rise more. The only fabric between us was my thin laced underwear and his dress pants.
