“Someone asked me to write the article as a favor.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I demanded, “Jen?”
“You like to think the worst of her, don’t you?”
“That means it was her.” I saw the truth in her eyes. She could convince the city that the sky was green, but her lies meant shit to me. I knew the stench of her particular brand of bullshit. When she lied, she held people’s gaze too long. “What did she want? Why did she want Eva Martinez to look innocent?”
“She wanted nothing.” She arched her back which did interesting things with her pussy and my dick.
Further proof that something was going on that she was trying to hide.
The distraction didn’t work.
“Did Valentini ask you to do this?”
“No.” Her quick frown told me the truth—that wasn’t a lie.
“Did Jen ask you on his behalf?”
Her eyes caught mine. Held. “No.” Untruth. “Can we drop this?”
What purpose did it serve for the new head of the Italians to try to prove the innocence of a dirty cop?
Curiouser and curiouser.
Staring up at her, I rumbled, “You owe me your loyalty above anyone else.”
She shuddered, but it wasn’t in fear. “Oh, fuck, you sounded all mobster just then.”
I almost rolled my eyes because Savvie had a thing for mobsters. I even felt the difference when that slick, pretty cunt of hers grew even wetter.
“You should be scared,” I ground off, but who the fuck was I kidding? Those four words were to get her hotter.
She gulped. “Oh.” A hiss escaped her as she wriggled around, managing to get the tip of my dick to rub against her clit.
This was her idea of dirty talk.
“One day, when you’re my fucking queen, Savvie, you know what you’ll have to do, don’t you?”
Her pupils were like pinpricks. “What?”
“You’re gonna have to pay your king his dues.”
A low groan escaped her. “Every morning and every night,” she promised breathily, and she let go of one of my hands and slipped it between us.
When the tip of my cock felt the pressure of her tight slit, I gritted my teeth as she groaned, slowly taking every inch I had to give.
When her hand returned to mine, we bridged our fingers as she began riding me.
“How you gonna do that, little one?”
She licked her lips. “I’ll suck you off. Make sure I send you out into the world nice and relaxed.”
I grinned. “Savvie, that mouth of yours ain’t relaxing. Just makes me want inside this pretty pussy.”
“O-Okay—” Mewling, she pressed her forehead to mine. “We’re going to have to get you a throne.”
“You’re not supposed to make me laugh when we’re fucking.”
“I’ll fuck you on it,” she argued. “Every king needs a throne.”
Biting back another grin, I told her, “You ready to be my queen, little one?”
“You know it.” She whimpered when I arched my hips up.
“Then why are you holding out on me?” I caught her lips with mine. “Set the date.”
“Give me a time and a place, and I’ll be there.”
The words set fire to something inside me.
They gave me hope.
They made me happy.
As I smiled up at her, I rasped, “I want a spring wedding. You in a sleeveless white dress, the sun shining behind you. Our families relaxed and happy, none of this stress and tension with what’s going on…”
She blinked, sighed. “I want that too.”
“You know how this works, little one. Whatever you want, you get. You just have to tell me.”
“I want to be your wife,” she whispered.
“And I want to be your husband.”
I tightened my fingers around hers, and with my good leg, leveraged up so that I could take us back to where we’d been before I derailed shit.
My woman’s pussy was the only paradise a sinner like me would ever experience, and luckily for me, I intended to savor it for the next fifty years.
Aidan: I finally pinned her down.
Finn: Who?
Aidan: Savannah. She’s a sly witch, I swear.
Finn: Lol. You know that’s your future bride you’re talking about, don’t you?
Aidan: Oh, yeah. I’m not complaining about her being a sly witch. It’s one of her better qualities.
Finn: Then… what?
Aidan: She agreed to get married at the end of May.
Finn: You’re going to wait that long?
Aidan: I like the idea of a spring wedding.
Finn: You? Not her?
Aidan: Yeah, yeah. Give me shit about that.
Finn: I will. At a later date. Thank you for the ammunition.
Aidan: Welcome.
Finn: Why spring? Summer’s nicer.
Aidan: You want more ammunition, huh?
Finn: Why not? You’re among family.
Aidan: Remember I bought my estate from that old woman?
Finn: I remember.
Aidan: She planted a massive garden in the back.
Finn: So?
Aidan: In the spring, there are a bunch of peonies.
Finn: That you know this is disturbing. Where’s my brother and what did you do to him?
Aidan: Fuck off.
Finn: I will not. You texted me first.
Aidan: I was dumb to do that.
Finn: You were.
Aidan: Anyway. Peonies are Savvie’s favorite flower.
Finn: This is cute, Aidan.
Aidan: Cute?!
Finn: Yeah. We’re talking like teenage girls ABOUT WEDDINGS! Jesus Christ. Give me mob talk, please.
Aidan: Fuck off.
Finn: I will. If it’ll stop this conversation in its tracks.
Aidan: You know you’re going to be my best man, don’t you?
Finn: Aidan, I’d love to, but I can’t.
Aidan: Why the fuck not?
Finn: Because getting Aoife there when Lena and Senior are too… it’s going to be impossible if I’m standing at the altar with you.
Aidan: Fuck.
Finn: I’m sorry, bro.
Aidan: Christ, I hate this.
Finn: Me too.
Aidan: It is what it is, I guess.
Finn: Yeah.
Aidan: You can be my honorary best man?
Finn: I’d love that. Ask Brennan, Aidan. And don’t tell him you asked me first.
Aidan: Why?
Finn: Because he’s going to be your second-in-command, and he already feels excluded.
Aidan: Stop being wise.
Finn: Lol, that’s what you need me for. I’m your right-hand man, aren’t I?
Aidan: True.
Finn: I’ll help arrange your bachelor party, though.
Aidan: No Reno.
Finn: Haha, just wait.
Jen: That bitch!
Aoife: What?! Who?
Jen: Savannah. Can you believe it? She’s getting married before me.
Aoife: Lol. Is that all?
Jen: IS THAT ALL? She did it on purpose.
Aoife: Yes, Jen. I’m sure your best friend decided to get married first just to spite you.
Aoife: I swear you’ve turned more melodramatic since you got pregnant.
Jen: Charming!
Aoife: What conspiracy have you cooked up?
Jen: I bet she wants me to be her bridesmaid. She’ll pick one of those skank sisters of hers as maid of honor.