Page 89 of City of Wind and Lies

While Nicky is stubborn and strong-willed, she's also a bleeding heart. I'll give my old man credit there, too; he never kept her sheltered. She may not have been privy to all the things that Rocco or I were, but she's not blind to it either.

Aldo finally wins the last hand before we all just sit back and shoot the shit while killing another bottle of whiskey.

I'm practically giddy as I'm driving home at the end of the evening. Finally getting to put the drugs to rest and Belluci in his place gives me a strange sense of excitement for the week. The only thing that brings me down a notch is being away from Wren. Even if it's just for a day or two, I don't like the thought of not being near her.

Cazzo, am I pussy-whipped?

"Where's Dallas and Drea?" I ask, stepping through the door of the penthouse and finding Wren curled up in the corner of the couch reading.

She snorts a laugh, setting her book down in her lap. "I sent them down to Dallas'. They couldn't keep their hands off each other and I wasn't in the mood to watch them fuck on the armchair."

The muscle in my jaw ticks tighter and my hands curl into fists at my sides.

"Stop that right now," Wren tuts, tipping her head to the table. "I wasn't completely defenseless."

My eyes follow her gesture to the coffee table, and I mutter a strained curse as I march toward where the Glock lays. Either she's a trained assassin and I didn't know it, or she's figured out how to manipulate Dallas. Going with the latter, I hitch up my slacks, sitting beside the gun on the glass to make sure the safety is still on.

"Bowie, I love the way you're so protective of me, and as much as I like spending time with Drea and Dallas… sometimes it's nice to have some time for just me, ya know?"

I heave a sigh, motioning to the gun. "Do you even know how to use it?"

She shrugs. "Safety off, point and shoot?"

Stifling my laugh, I drag a hand down my face. She's not wrong, and if someone managed to get up here, she'd do well enough to bide time or get lucky and kill them. Wren is far too independent for me to expect her to always be under someone's thumb. Though I still don't like that Dallas left her here on her own.

"How about I teach you to shoot properly when I'm back from New York, and Dallas can just be on call unless you need him?"

"Really?" She claps her hands together in excitement. "Please!"

I nod, and her baby blues shimmer with excitement, her blonde locks tied up in a lopsided bun and her oversized t-shirt of mine hanging off one shoulder. She's a goddamn vision without even trying- how could I ever say no to her?

"Thank you!" Wren jerks forward, knocking her phone and book to the ground as she cradles my face in her hands and crashes her lips against mine.

Deepening the kiss, I tease her tongue with mine, making her moan against my mouth. Her lips are puffy when we finally come up for air, making my cock strain against the fabric of my slacks.

I bend at the waist, picking up her stuff from the floor and handing it back to her. "Whatcha reading about?"

A blush creeps across her cheeks as she takes them. "A badass female mafia leader and her multiple lovers."

My brows slam down, plucking the book from her grip. "You need more lovers to be satisfied, Passerotta?"

"Bowie," she snickers. "It's just a story! Don't tell me you're jealous of fictional characters!"

I set the book on the table beside me, eyeing her dubiously. "Should I be?"

Tossing the throw blanket off her lap and kicking her feet out, she pops up to stand between my legs. Even with me sitting, I'm still taller than her, and it's damn cute to see her placing her hands on her hips with unwavering confidence. She may be five-three, but her attitude rivals six foot. Her eyes narrow and the side of her mouth curves up in a titillating smile. "Maybe you should remind me why you'll always be enough for me."

A devious chuckle rumbles in my chest. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she taunts, pivoting on her heels and striding toward the hall. Her fingers curl beneath the hem of her shirt, tugging it off overhead and dropping it on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her plump ass.

Cazzo.

I push up from the table, standing at my full height, then stalk towards her as I undo my belt. "I think tonight's the night I own that ass, Passerotta."

Wren squeals, running off towards the bedroom as I follow, shedding my clothes quicker than if they were on fire. When I step into the bedroom, she's lying in the center of the bed, lithe fingers circling her center.

My dick twitches, eager to sink into her glistening cunt. I stride toward the nightstand, pulling the bottle of lube from it and setting it on top. Fisting my aching cock, I kneel on the bed between her legs and watch the way her eyes widen with hunger as they track my hand rolling over the barbells on my shaft. It’s a fucking ego boost that only makes me harder.

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