Page 61 of Malevolent Secrets

I look at her expectantly, and her eyes sparkle. “She’s a girl.”

I sigh in relief and nod.

“She’s welcome…after my men have vetted her thoroughly.”

“It’ll take me some time to pack.”

I nod and move away from her.

“I’ll send someone over to help you. I’ll be here first thing in the morning.”

She nods again and follows me to the door. We stand at the entrance for a while and I want to press my lips to hers. I want to press her against the wall and feel just how hard those nipples really are. I want to feel her ass against my dick again and feel the soft slickness of her as I slowly fuck her into tomorrow.

I settle for tucking strands of her hair behind her ear and I leave before the demands of my dick become louder than the voice of reason.

***

“I didn’t think you wanted children,” Vincent says, and I laugh.

“Neither did I.”

We are sitting in one of the booths in the almost-empty club sharing a bottle of scotch.

“It feels like you’ve both lost the plot, or maybe it’s just not a very good one.”

“Maybe. I wouldn’t change it, though.”

“Does she still want to prove that you’re the big bad wolf?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re bringing her into your home. You’ll have to walk me through that one.”

I don’t expect anyone to understand what I’m doing. Heck, I don’t even understand it.

“I need her to be safe, brother. It’s my child.”

“And that’s the only reason? La ami?”

I take a drink of my liquor before I respond. Do I love her? How do I answer that?

“Non lo so.” I don’t know. Because that’s the truth. I don’t know.

“Qual è il tuo piano? What is your plan?”

“For now? To keep her safe.”

“And when she starts asking you questions, what happens then?”

“Hope that her right hook isn't that mean.”

Vincent smiles.

“How is my sister?” I ask him and he slowly lowers his glass to the table.

“Good.”

It’s my turn to scrutinize him.

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