Page 85 of Unforgivable Ties

I almost slammed my foot on the brake pedal. The Surgeon revealed his identity to no one, not even his most trusted partners. Cesare and I had worked with him for years and still didn’t know his true identity.

But here he was, having met Stephanie: a woman who had no connections to the underworld until she met me.

“How’d that happen?” My head reeled for a moment, thinking about the implications. Would he try to get rid of her now that she knew his identity?

Stephanie told me the story from beginning to end, and as she talked, I was amazed at the coincidence of her working for us and crossing paths with The Surgeon.

“I can’t believe he asked you to leave the mafia,” I muttered under my breath, the enormity of the situation sinking in. It was audacious, even for The Surgeon. After near kidnapping her and asking her to do that, I should put a bullet in his skull.

“Well, apparently I’m being underpaid. Maybe I should’ve considered it,” she said teasingly, gently tapping my arm. “Kidding.”

“Listen,” I began, my tone suddenly serious. “The Surgeon is dangerous, Stephanie. You need to stay away from him,” I sighed, my hand tightening on the steering wheel. I’d find him and take care of him, for what he did to Stephanie, but the best we could do for now is avoid him.

“You better leave it be!” she said, as if reading my mind. “Cesare told me you’ve killed two men over me. Dr. Malden maydo horrible things, but he has also done a lot of good for the world.”

I was going to wring the old man’s neck. Cesare should have never told her I did that; she was too good for this world, too good to know I did those things.

“Promise me,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “That you won’t hurt him.”

“I promise,” I said reluctantly. If it were anyone else, I would ignore the instructions completely. But for Stephanie, I would listen. “Are you mad?” I asked, glancing over at her. “That I killed them.”

I turned the car into the apartment parking garage, the sound of tires screeching echoing throughout the concrete structure. Stephanie remained silent for a few beats longer than I would have liked.

“No. Well, I was. But I realized we’re not exactly normal.” She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “It’s almost like killing people for me is your love language.”

“Hurting them, too,” I smirked, pulling the car into our spot.

I laced my fingers in hers as we walked towards the elevators, the lights of the garage casting a soft glow on us. Stephanie squeezed my hand and leaned into my side as we entered the underground elevator.

Stephanie looked down, embarrassed about what she was going to say next. “Do you promise you want me here? Living with you. I just don’t want to be—”

I pressed my lips against hers before she could finish her sentence. Of fucking course I wanted her here with me; I had felt like dying these past few days she was gone.

“Never leave me again,” I growled, tightening my grip around her waist.

I slammed my lips against hers, intending to show her exactly how deep my promise went. Her fingers tangled in my hair,responding with equal fervor, her body arching into mine. I could feel the heat rolling off of her, matching mine in intensity.

The elevator doors let out a sharp ding, signaling our arrival in the lobby. My heart raced with anticipation as I led us to the lobby elevator. After days of being apart, I needed to have her back in our bed as soon as possible. The anticipation was almost tangible, like a storm brewing inside me, and I could barely keep my hands off her as we made our way to the penthouse.

“If you’re not careful, we’re not going to make it to the bedroom,” I groaned as she palmed the tent in my pants. We still had five floors until we reached the penthouse.

“We’ll make it there eventually,” she said, unbuckling my belt.

Just as she was about to dip her hand down the waistband of my underwear, the elevator door dinged. I tapped the keycard again, and the doors opened to reveal the penthouse suite,ourhome.

Stephanie immediately dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out of my trousers. My hand found its way into her hair, gripping it tightly as she leaned back to look up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“The bedroom will still be there,” she said, as if reading my mind.

Fuck. If she wanted to start out here, fine. She was the only one who had the power to tell me what to do.

Her mouth enveloped my manhood before I could protest, her tongue swirling around me. Her eyes remained locked with mine, challenging me as her hands worked to undo my pants further. The sensation was overwhelming, causing me to stumble back against the wall of the penthouse.

I rested my head back against the cold marble, my breath hitching as she continued her ministrations. Stephanie knew exactly what she was doing, what buttons to push, what spots to touch to drive me insane.

She was the master and I was her puppet, willingly dancing to her sinful tune. My hips involuntarily thrust into her mouth as she quickened her pace, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Cara Mia,” I groaned out, my fingers tightening in her hair.

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