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I sipped on my coffee and thought about my brother. I’d been so loyal to him that I ignored the signs that he’d been disrespectful to my father and his position in the family. I recalled the arguments and the punishments my parents doled out to get Brocco to toe the line. I’d been so loyal I ignored that I often had to do his work, even killing men he was supposed to kill. I’d never paid attention to the times he started arguments with me in front of our men when I first became a don. He wanted to undermine me and make them believe he was the better choice. He used my undying loyalty to him to slowly plan my demise.

Big Tony finished gobbling down his food and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You are the rightful heir, and I won’t rest until you’re sitting back on the throne.”

“Glad you still believe in me since apparently you might be the only one,” I commented wryly.

“Storm believes in you. You just need to make sure you really marry that woman before it gets out that your license was never filed. I like you two together. She can handle you. All a man needs on this Earth is a woman who truly loves and accepts him.” He slurped on his shake.

“What?” Dread filled me. “Did something happen to the Pastor?”

“Your brother happened.”

Chapter 14

Gavin

After meeting with Big Tony, I came home to a jubilant Storm. She pranced around the house, smoking a cigar with one of my jackets, wearing only panties underneath. Storm wanted a fuck fest. In the past, when I came home to her dressed like this, in lingerie or nude, she wanted me to fuck her and do all types of filthy things to her body. I always willingly obliged. My cock stood at attention, watching her. My mood wouldn’t bode well for what she wanted. I might unintentionally hurt her. My brother was in the process of being named the next Don. Whether I lived or died or returned or stayed away, I was in danger of being stripped of my title because, to them, I ran like a coward. Then, to make matters worse, Pierre may have betrayed both his brother and sister. Pierre, the follower, apparently resented being second like my brother. Storm wouldn’t be in charge if Pierre still lurked around for long. Or the two would battle for control. A lose-lose situation for her.

She danced toward me and grabbed both my hands. “Come on, dance with me.”

“Not in the mood.” I resisted her pull. “It’s been a rough day.”

“We knew it wouldn’t be easy. Channel that negativity and focus on your beautiful wife,” she sang and twirled around before opening her jacket to show me her juicy breasts with those ripe berries waiting for me to indulge.

I lifted both of her breasts and licked them, wanting to show her I was still very much attracted. I never wanted to lie to her, and observing her joy amid so much pain, I had no choice, and being in her presence made lying harder. When she moaned and reached for my dick, I backed up. “I need to go to sleep. Raincheck.”

Storm’s head jerked back. “Raincheck? What the fuck, Gavin?”

I ran my hands through my hair, trying not to grab her and bend her over. She would get her ass slapped until she couldn’t sit if she didn’t leave me the fuck alone. “If I fuck you with how I’m feeling, I could hurt you.”

A determined Storm dropped the jacket and snatched open my shirt, buttons flying left and right. “Why are so you so fucking sexy? Every time I think of your body, I play with myself.” She ran her hand over my chest, and I sucked in my breath as she caressed my abs to slowly undo the fastener to my pants. “You would never hurt me.” She giggled. “Well, not in a way I wouldn’t recover.”

The coldness I reserved for anyone who dared defy me began seeping through me. I grabbed her hand as it dipped inside my pants. “Look at me. I’m not playing. When I’m like this, I have specific women I use. I never want to treat you like I do them.”

Storm quietly acknowledged my words, though she eased her hand from my grip and wrapped one arm around my neck to press her breasts flush against my chest. “You don’t want to at least hear what happened today?” She puffed on the cigar and flipped her hair. “Your wife was a fucking boss today. I made shit happen.”

“Good. Can we talk about it in the morning?” The urge to slam into her with my dick causing severe damage to her pussy overwhelmed me, and I needed to get away.

She frowned. “At least be happy that I got the mayor to keep an eye on the commission and make sure they don’t touch Harlem.”

“Good, baby. I am happy for everything. Just need to sleep,” I said as I kissed her forehead.

She wiped the kiss away. “Fuck you too.”

I closed my eyes. “Not tonight.” Arguing only made the beast in me demand to be fed.

“Why are you fucking with my energy? Oh, I get it. If your day isn’t good, then you have to make sure mine sucks.” She marched away from me, her plump ass bouncing with every step away from me.

“I wasn’t trying to ruin your mood. I’m trying to save your body from the punishing damage I could do to it. If I tell you to let me sleep, then let me fucking do it. I could never be fucking jealous of your day. The only thing I’m ever jealous of when it regards you is another man. Now, unless you fucked another man, then whatever you need to say can wait until the morning.”

Storm flipped around and moved back to me. Beautiful, motherfucking sexy and proud. “Maybe it’s what you did today. Maybe you ran into one of your old women and forgot you were married and fucked her like I want you to fuck me. You’ve never turned me down for sex.” She lifted her right breast and licked it herself. “Especially when I’m offering you all this.”

I roughly grabbed her around her waist and pressed her into me. “You want to fuck me even after you believe I fucked another woman?”

Her hazel eyes blazed like Topaz. “I want to fuck you even more to remind you that my pussy is like a precious diamond. Can withstand intense pressure and heat unlike these other bitches.”

Our panting increased, and her breasts heaving against my chest only turned me on more. I entwined my hand in her hair and jerked her head back, enjoying the wince on her face. “Safeword.”

“None.” She defiantly locked eyes with me as I lowered my lips to hers.

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