Page 53 of Destroyed

Andre rubs his jaw before speaking. “I deserved that, but that's the only pass you will get from me.”

I’m too angry to care. What did we go through all of this for?

“Were you guys just fucking with me tonight?” I grit out.

“We couldn’t tell you, Xavier. We needed everything to line up correctly. I couldn’t risk you freaking out like last time. I needed to be sure, especially with everything going on, that you wouldn’t get stuck in your head and blow our cover,” Andre says.

I shake my head at him. “We did all of this for nothing. Why didn’t we grab Sasha? Huh? Your plan fucking sucked, and now my sister is still in there. You should have told me. You shouldhave, you should have…you could have…” Anxiety cripples me, and I grab my head, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

“Calm down and take a deep breath,” Antonio says as he grabs my shoulders and holds me up.

I look at him, and he looks over my shoulder, nodding before turning me around. His cousin opened the back door to the SUV, and I walked towards it. I see the sheer material peeking out from a thick blanket and a head of blonde hair splayed across the seat. There’s no mistaking Sasha’s sleeping form lying across the seat.

“How the hell did you guys get her?” I ask, bewildered.

Andre slaps his hand on my back, guiding me to the other door to get in. “I told you, everything had to line up perfectly.” He says, motioning for me to get in beside him. He carefully lifts Sasha’s head, placing it on his lap before pushing some of her hair from her face and looking up at me. “We were the bait,” he states.

“Bait?” I ask, perplexed as I watch him run his fingers over my sister’s hair. “What about Jamison?”

He laughs. “Jamison was our bait. We all provided a distraction so that Antonio could sneak out with Sasha. We couldn’t have done it without him.”

“And us,” His cousin chimes in from the passenger seat.

“You guys were all perfect,” Andre says with a smile.

His cousin smiles back at us. “Don’t forget about us and how perfect we are when you take your position.”

Andre rolls his eyes before muttering, “I won’t.”

We spend the rest of the ride back to my place in silence. It gives me time to think about all of the shit that has transpired in such a short amount of time. Will Sasha be mad or excited to be free? Will she be scared? She can’t stay in the States. We all already made that decision for her. She’s going to leave with Andre and head back to Italy. I watch as he plays with her hairabsentmindedly. Does he like her? He didn’t seem too eager to ‘babysit’ her, as he called it, but now, as I watch him, I can't help but wonder if there’s more there.

I won’t lie and say I’m not worried about sending her to Italy with him. He’s no saint and never has been. His temper is dangerous, but I know he won’t hurt her, at least not physically. After all she’s been through, I’m sure a quick-tempered mafia heir will be the least of her worries. With any luck, he will be married off soon anyway, and maybe one of his aunts can take Sasha under her wing.

We pull up to my place, and Andre carefully grabs Sasha to carry her up. Once we make it inside, he takes her into my guest room. Corrine walks out of my bedroom door just as I walk in.

“Jonathan is asleep on the couch. I wanted to be here when you returned, so he brought me. We got here about an hour ago. I hope you don’t mind, " she says, fidgeting with the edge of her shirt.

I grab her chin in my hand and tilt her head up to mine. “Of course I don’t. You being here is just what I need. And soon, it’ll be every day that I get that.” Then I kiss her softly before pushing her backward into my room and kicking the door closed behind me. I pick her up in my arms, and she wraps her legs around me tightly, making me groan as she rubs herself against my already-hardening dick.

I turn on the shower, checking the temperature before dropping her to her feet. I kiss her again, this time with more urgency, as I pull her shirt off, and she drops her shorts. She stands there unbuttoning my shirt and then my pants before helping me out of them. I push her into the steaming shower and close us in before pressing her up against the wall. She molds to my body, running her hands down my arms.

“Are you okay?” she asks me, her green eyes wide with concern.

“I think so. As long as I have you, I’ll always be okay,” I say, making her smile. I brush a strand of hair out of her face. “I just need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” she asks as I press myself harder against her.

“Make me forget Butterfly,” I say, kissing her again. “Not you…Make me forget everything, except you, exists for just a little bit.”

I pull away to look at her. To make sure she understands what I mean. How much I need just her at this moment.

“I can do that,” she whispers before slamming her mouth against mine again. Our touches are frenzied as I hike one of her legs up and rub the head of my dick against her pussy, coating it in her wetness. I groan out loud when I feel just how much she wants me.

“This perfect little pussy is always so ready for me,” I say before easing my dick inside her. I toy with her a little, just pumping in and out of her in shallow thrusts.

“More,” she moans out while grabbing my ass, trying to push me deeper.

“You sure you can take it all?” I ask her, smirking as I continue to torture her with just the tip.

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