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"I'm aware," she teases. "Now tell me everything."

It's different telling my mom. I don't leave out the parts where I was afraid, or in pain. Because it's my mom.

"You should not have risked falling and cracking your head open when you knew Angelo would come for you." She tsks at me.

I shrug. "Maybe, but I didn't realize they were trying to use me to force Angelo to do something. I thought they were trying to get their hands on him. And if I was around they could use me as the bait."

"Don't you think they could have figured out a much simpler way to get him if that were the case?" she asks me gently with that mom logic I was expecting earlier.

"Maybe I wasn't thinking all that clearly. I'd like to blame the drugs they gave me, but the truth is, logic went out the window when I got worried about Angelo's safety." Which is silly. Right?

Death can take care of himself.

But that doesn't mean it isn't still my job to take care of him.

"I guess that means you really do love him."

"Is that what it means?"

"A woman as smart as you doesn't get stupid for anything less than true love."

Chapter 42

ANGELO

There are twenty-two children in Halloween costumes from the macabre to the ridiculous running around our home.

From the amount of gore on some of these costumes, I think we have some mafia soldiers in the making.

Cookie is dressed as Super Mario. She had Mars with her earlier, when it was just her and her three best friends. My dog was dressed as the green dinosaur sidekick and he took it like a champ, but when the guests started arriving, Boomer took him to the barracks.

Boomer, Derian and Mario conscripted six more mafia soldiers and turned the basement level into a haunted house, the dining room into a mummy room with games and the movie room into a haunted theater screening age appropriate Halloween movies.

I got caught up watchingThe Addams Familyand Candi teased me about having a crush on Morticia.

I informed her the only woman I have a crush on isla mia piccolo gatta.

But now there are four girls hopped up on sugar having a sleepover in Cookie's bedroom and Candi told me to meet her in the basement. Wearing the same costume I was when she gave me a lap dance, mask included.

The Angel of Death. Only the mask isn't a costume. It's part of me.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, Candi is there. However, instead of the Princess Peach costume she was wearing for Cookie's party, she's got her angel costume on without the tiny toga she'd stripped out of onstage.

This time there are no pasties under the sheer bra and her dark pink nipples poke against the gossamer fabric. My mouth goes dry.

Dark hair, brushed to silky perfection and shining with some kind of glitter cascades down her back, bisecting the small iridescent wings. Her G-string covers her pussy, but that doesn't stop me fantasizing about the puffy lips that stretch so perfectly around my cock.

She's holding something in her left hand, but I can't focus on it with her luscious curves on display for me.

"The k…" I have to clear my throat to continue. "The kids."

"Are fine. Mom and Boomer are supervising the sleepover. This is our time."

"Our time?" My voice breaks like a pubescent boy and I grimace.

She grins. "Yes. I want to play a game with my sexy Angel of Death."

"What kind of game?"

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