Page 72 of Charity's Redemption

“Hmmph.” I sat back in my seat and hid my fingers just in case Luca whacked them again for good measure.

“Start telling me your plans. I have a golf game this morning.” Luca threw the knife in the dishwasher, then slid my plate over with two bagels and a perfect spread over the top to me.

“Thanks, Luca.” I bit into the bagel, chewed, and swallowed. “Yes, this hits the spot.”

Nico thumbed the corner of my mouth, then sucked off the cream cheese.

“I…um..” I sat stunned and oddly turned on from a move so sensual. How did he expect me to recover from that?

“Charity?” Luca snapped his fingers in my face as I stared transfixed at Nico.

“Huh?” I tore my gaze away and blinked. “What?”

“What’s your plan? Stop fucking my brother with your eyes.”

“I thought you enjoyed watching though.”

Luca pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “Charity.Amore. Taci.”

“What?”

“He said shut up.”

I snorted.

“Tell me your plans before I sit you out…”

I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him in challenge, then turned my fingers in front of my lips as though locking them.

“Charity, you’re testing my patience, and it’s too early for that.”

My hands dropped into my lap as I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Fine. Adams hits this sex club off Eight-Sixth—”

“I know it. The Irish own it.”

Just the mention of the ICF had my skin crackling with anger.

Tom Macaney worked for the Irish Crime Family. His stupid wife put a hit out on me with their enforcer. I broke her arm and threatened to kill her family in front of her if she came near me again.

“Great.” I plopped my elbow on the counter, then took a bite of my bagel and died a little inside from the sweet cheese with a hint of sour.

Nico sat beside me just as Max walked in wearing a blue polo with khaki pants.

I eyed him up and down, taking in his bulging muscles and rose tattoo on the side of his neck. “Where are you going?”

“Golfing,” he said, with a scowl on his face, his glare tipping towards Luca.

I burst out laughing as I glanced at Luca, then back to Max. He reminded me of a child who just wanted to play in the mud but had family photos to attend.

Utterly priceless.

I pulled out my phone, double-tapped the side button, brought up the camera, and snapped a photo of him to remember this moment forever.

“Charity. Delete that shit,” Max said, his finger pointing with authority.

“I can’t… see?” I turned my cracked screen towards him as he returned a scowl.

Max hated golf and wouldn’t participate when Luca went. It was always Nico or Giovanni, and well… he’s dead now, so that left Vito to attend as well.

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