Page 76 of Dirty Heirs

She was the daughter of a mob boss but not the typical Mafia princess. Her dad was mean-as-fuck and treated her like shit. I hadn’t heard a word about her in years. It was like she died the day she left. Over the years, I thought about her, mostly because her leaving fucked up my relationship with Aiden.

The few times he let me kiss him ended badly, nearly destroying our friendship. Aiden couldn’t separate Ella from what he had with me. Because of that, we would never be together. Not unless he could have her, too.

But I didn’t trust her.

Her daddy probably put her up to this. But how did she know about the guns? How did Cian? She was hiding something, and I would get to the bottom of it.

Ella slid her hands to her hips, blonde hair hanging in front of her blue eyes. Even filthy and sweaty, she still looked hot in ripped jeans shorts and a white tank top with a black bra underneath. She had even more curves than I remembered. Her tits spilled out of the top, her long, sexy legs toned in all the right places.

Fuck. Me.

“I might have been stupid enough to sit on your dick, but I’m not riding in that rodeo again,” Ella shot back. “So whatever shit you got planned for me, fuck you, Sonny.” She pushed out her hands and cracked her knuckles, ready for a fight. “You want me? Come fucking get me, Pretty Boy.”

She had to go there and use Aiden’s name for me.

“You wanna play games, baby?” As I inched forward, she headed to my left. “If you make me chase you, El, I will spank your ass until my name is imprinted on your skin.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and snickered. “Game on, motherfucker!”

This fucking girl.

She liked to test my patience.

I followed her, knowing she would eventually realize she had nowhere to run. It was a waste of time. She was lucky I hadn’t called the guards to seize her. One phone call was all it would have taken. But I liked the chase, the blood pumping faster through my veins with each step I took toward her.

Ella ran in circles until she hit a dead end. And when she tried to rush past me, I backed her up against a red container.

“Game on, huh?” I fisted her hair and yanked her toward me. “Looks like I won, baby.” Pressing her back into the cold metal, I parted her legs with my knee. “You gonna be a good girl and take your punishment?”

“A deal is a deal.” Ella shrugged, defeated but not deflated by the loss, like she wanted me to follow through on my threat. “I’ve been a bad girl, Sonny.” She licked her lips. “Spank me.”

This was why I liked her so much. Ella was feisty and sexy and didn’t give many fucks about anything. She rolled with the punches, took whatever life threw at her, and didn’t cower to anyone. Even if she feared me, she didn’t show it.

Aiden still talked about her sometimes. Six months ago, we were sitting on my yacht drinking craft beer, and he said, “Do you think wherever Ella ended up that she’s happy?”

“I don’t think she’ll ever be happy,” I said truthfully, “not as long as her father controls her life.”

He bobbed his head and drank his beer.

That was the end of our conversation, and he hadn’t mentioned her again. His question had come so out of the blue it shocked me. For whatever fucked up reason, Aiden could not let her go.

The idea of sharing her again sent a ripple of excitement straight through my body, hardening my cock. I loved fucking both of them. Aiden tried to pretend he didn’t like me. But he wanted my dick and was too much of a masochist to let himself feel anything for anyone ever again.

“You want to get spanked?” I waggled my eyebrows at Ella and smirked. “Do you think you deserve it?”

She spun around, so her cheek smashed into the container. “Go ahead. You won, asshole.”

I held her down with my chest and let my lips trace the length of her ear. “But do you want it, my little slut?”

She shivered at my nickname for her. “I don’t care anymore. Just fucking do it.”

“You don’t care about what?”

She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Anything.”

Just like that, my boner deflated.

Until she told me who stole the guns, I would keep her as collateral. Something was off about the timing of my finding her.

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