Page 125 of Sinful Games

I smirked. Giorgio, his fluffy Pomeranian, was the closest thing Angelo had to any form of commitment. No woman could keep him tied down, so he opted for a dog.

Taking another drag, I sighed. “So, what’s this really about?”

“Remember that little favor you owe me? Well, it’s time to pay up.”

I let out a low grunt. A couple of years back, after a run from Colombia, Angelo had invited me to dinner at one of his overpriced restaurants in NYC. The night spiraled into chaoswhen we hit up one of his father’s clubs in Brooklyn. Some lowlife thugs didn’t like seeing a Silas on "their turf."

Assholes.

Before I could react, I had a gun to my head. Angelo cracked the guy’s skull before he even had time to pull the trigger. I’d told him I owed him one—though it was more out of jest than anything. But Angelo had a long memory, and clearly, he wasn’t joking.

"Spit it out, Lazzio."

“I need you in NYC. ASAP.”

I raised an eyebrow, my instincts flaring. Angelo never called for anything trivial, and if he was serious, it was worth my attention.

"I'll be there tomorrow," I said, stubbing out the cigarette and cutting the call.

When will you be back?” Caia asked softly, still in her pajamas—one of my t-shirts that hung to mid-thigh, her panties barely visible, hair braided, and her eyes heavy with sleep. I hated breaking the news that I had to leave, and she wasn’t happy about it—neither was I.

“In two days,” I replied.

She sighed, her lips forming a small pout. “That’s too long.”

I scooped up our son, hugging him tight and smothering his chubby cheeks with kisses as his tiny fingers gripped my face.

“Be good for mummy while I’m away, okay?” I smiled, tickling his little toes.

Fuckin' hell. I’m goingto miss them.

Setting him back down in his bed, I handed him his lightning bolt toy, the one that played soft music. Turning back to Caia, I pulled her closer by the hand and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I know,moya solnyshka,” I murmured, holding her tight. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

Her arms crossed, her pout deepening as disappointment flickered across her face. I leaned in, brushing her lips gently with mine before playfully tickling her sides. She tried to resist, but the laughter escaped her, and her arms uncrossed as she wrapped them around my neck, pulling me into a deeper kiss.

Caia nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I’ll call you whenever I can.”

Letting her go, I grabbed my bag and jacket. “I asked Dve to come by and drive you around if you need anything.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “NO! Not Dve!”

I turned to her, my brows furrowed. “What’s wrong with Dve?”

She shifted uncomfortably, scratching her arm and blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to see him,” she muttered.

“Why?” My mind immediately went dark—what the fuck had he done or said to her?

She shook her head, waving me off. “Forget it.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, my frustration rising.

“It’s nothing?—”

“Caia, tell me.”.

If he did something to her, I’m going to fucking kill him.

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