Page 74 of City of Wind and Lies

"He’s been dancing around the line of foreclosure for the better part of a year. He'll be three months behind on his mortgage and have an empty bank account, and then overnight, his account will have thousands in it and he pays up the house to avoid losing it."

I turn to the bank statements, frowning. "Where'd the deposits come from?"

"An offshore account transferred to an LLC listed as 'Archangel Enterprise', and then into Allen's account as a payroll deposit."

I scoff, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the stupid name of Gabriel's company. What a fucking tool. But that confirms my suspicions- Allen took a loan from Belluci's crew, and then was skimming from me to keep gambling and pay his debts. I don't think he realized he was in bed with one monster while stealing from another.

"That mean something to you?" O'Ryan asks, leaning back against the hood of his own car.

"It does," I confirm, not telling him what dots I've connected. "Anything else you’ve found?"

His head bobs up and down as he pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "There's a house out in Elmhurst, deed says Mara Whitmore, Allen's mother. But she's been in a care facility in Oak Park for the last six months."

I take the paper, glancing at the address before pocketing it. I'd be willing to bet my life that this is exactly where Allen has been hiding from us.

Thanking O'Ryan, I slip him an envelope with cash and shake his hand before we go our separate ways. Then I slide into the driver's seat, power up my phone, and fire off a text to Rocco to come by for breakfast so I can bring him up to speed.

The entire drive home, my mind turns over the different ways I can torture Allen. Removing his fingers one at a time with a cigar cutter and shoving them down his throat until he chokes to death is my top choice, I think to myself as I take the elevator up to my floor.

Emptying my pockets on the counter, I make my way down the hall, and my heart stutters in my chest as I turn into the bedroom.

She came back.

My teeth sink into the cushion of my lower lip as I take in the sight before me. Wren's blonde hair pools out around her on the black silk pillow like a goddamn halo. The black cotton of one of my T-shirts falls loosely around her sleeping form, and from this angle, I can see her bare pussy. My dick stirs to life like a goddamn bloodhound, pointing and alerting to its mark.

I quickly discard my clothes, eager to slip into bed behind her and feel her body against mine. She hums lightly as my arm bands around her and drags her into my chest. Rucking up the fabric, my palm splays against her stomach, and my dick twitches as I stroke over the slightest curve in her lower abdomen.

Cazzo, how'd I go from not giving two shits about kids to being so turned on by the proximity of my fucking girl, carrying my child, sprawled out in my fucking bed?

My hand cruises over the supple skin of her hip and slips between her thighs, and I can't help but groan when my fingers find her slick center. She's fucking wet.

Her lips part with a moan as I circle her clit, and with that one sound, the last drops of my self-control evaporate. Lifting her leg to rest on top of mine, I line myself up between her slick folds and nudge the head of my cock inside.

"Fuck," I murmur into her hair as her greedy cunt swallows my tip.

She stirs in the slightest, eyelashes fluttering but never opening. My name falls lazily from her mouth in a breathy sigh.

"Shh, Passerotta," I whisper into her ear. "Go back to sleep."

Gripping her thigh, I slowly roll my hips forward, inching a little further inside. Wren mewls softly with each exhale as I rock in and out at a languid pace. Instinctively, she presses her ass back, body begging me to continue.

I slide my hand up under her shirt, gently squeezing one of her perfect tits as I rock back and slam fully inside. Her eyes fly open as she cries out.

"I'm so fucking glad you're home. I'm going to show you just how happy I am to see you," I murmur with another punch of my hips.

"Bowie," she moans, fingers finding my wrist and leading me to her clit.

The way Wren isn't afraid to ask for or take what she wants or needs from me is so goddamn hot.

"Yeah, baby?" I breathe into the crook of her neck.

"Fuck me like you missed me."

And that’s exactly what I do.

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My stomach flutters as sparks and tingles course through my veins. Every neuron in my brain is firing as awareness seeps into my body.

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