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“I know, baby. If I thought he’d scream for you, I’d truss him up like Christmas ham for you,” he says.

“Bloodthirsty,” Brendan teases him.

“Karma is an Irish man or woman with an ax to grind,” Jordan corrects. “Fuck, I’m about to fall over. I can’t stop yawning.”

“Some of those punches may have broken ribs,” I tell him. “I’m going to need to wrap them, and then I’ll call Dr. Kurtz tomorrow. He doesn’t like Daddy.”

“As long as my head can hit the pillow soon, you can do whatever you want to me, sweet girl,” he groans, making me smile a bit more.

Maybe smiling and feeling things is like a muscle, maybe you have to exercise it? Teaching a made psychopath how to feel emotions is going to be a feat in itself, I think.

“You’re thinking too hard, Lía,” Brendan whispers against the shell of my ear as he helps me off the counter. “Quiet your thoughts, there will be time to voice them tomorrow if need be.”

Nodding, I herd Jordan upstairs to play doctor, and then tuck him into bed to sleep. A part of me feels awkward leaving him, but his body is probably too sore to do anything more than sleep alone.

“Come lay down, baby,” Brendan says once we’re in our room. Pulling off my shirt and releasing my hair, I crawl into bed and his arms.

“Is this only weird for me?”

“You mean dating a man who has more self awareness in his pinky finger than we do?” Brendan teases me as he rubs my back. “Maybe it’s supposed to be uncomfortable, because we’re stepping outside of our comfort zone. Different doesn’t mean bad, it simply means we’re going to have to do the work to bridge whatever gaps in understanding there may be. You heard him, he wants this.”

Holy shit, Jordan Miles wants us. Bubbles of surprise and excitement tingle through my body as my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep.

Chapter Twelve

Brendan

It’s been a couple of days since we talked to Jordan, and we’ve found little ways to spend time together. While our pasts are important, who we are today is too.

It consisted of breakfast before we each started our day, snatched moments when I got home, it all helped me to see what makes Jordan who he is. This man is a hard worker, figures shit out, and is surprisingly good at working out the connections of what his work means.

“Hey, before you rush out again, there’s something I need to show you,” Jordan grunts as he walks past me to the living room. “Princess, get your cute ass down here!”

My brows draw down as I hear Lía run from our room, even as my lips twitch at his nickname for her. She initially hated it because she’s mafia royalty, but he doesn’t mean it in a derogatory way, and I think she likes it now.

God protect Jordan if he ever forgets himself and tries to call the little brat by her actual name.

Walking into the living room, I move over to where he’s now sitting with his laptop.

“Okay, Mr. Super Spy, what do you have here?” I tease him, plopping down beside him and squeezing his thigh.

God, the muscles underneath jump under the contact, but what’s really sexy is how he pretends he is unaffected by my touch, even though I can see his hardening cock underneath his sweatpants.

He didn’t bother to get properly dressed today, and I love the disheveled look on the usually proper side of him.

“Very funny, Mr. Executioner,” Jordan deadpans as he hits a couple of keystrokes to bring up the screen he wants.

Grabbing his hand boldly, I have him help me adjust my cock in my cargo pants. “Kinky, but I like it,” I tell him as he barks out a laugh.

“Fucking incorrigible,” he grunts.

“I’m sure my father has been insufferable all day, so Brendan wouldn’t turn down a blow job,” Lía says as she walks in. She’s wearing an off-the-shoulder sweater dress today with knee-high-socks, and I can see her nipples pushing at the material.

My girl hates bras more than anything, and I can see Jordan staring at her before he swallows hard. The man doesn’t play nice because he squeezes my dick hard, making me groan before removing it.

“We’ll have to table the blow job for now,” he says, smirking as he holds out his hand for her to take. Surprising us both, he tugs her into his lap. Squirming slightly, Lía sighs as she decides not to move.

“What’s going on?” she asks, her gaze getting pulled to the laptop on the table.

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