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But that was his story to tell, not mine.

“Where we doing this?” Primo asked, looking at me.

I led him into the back, giving him the lowdown of the whole situation, and asking for permission to head into his territory to end it once and for all.

“Gotta do what you gotta do,” Primo said, giving me a nod. “Now, I expect an invite to the wedding,” he said, standing and buttoning his suit jacket before making his way out of the front.

But he paused next to Kick, giving her a long, knowing look. “Speaking from experience, found family can be better than blood,” he told her.

Then, with that, he was gone.

Though a couple minutes after closing, there was a bang on the back door, making Bass and I walk out to see what was going on.

Then there was Vissi. Who was to Primo what I was to Renzo. The right-hand man.

He shoved a hooded man onto the ground in the alley.

“Delivery,” he said, giving me a nod. “Primo sends his best. Says he’s got the others on ice for when you’re ready for them.”

I should have expected nothing less.

Primo ruled the Bronx with an iron fist. He wasn’t going to stand by and let a crew of idiots fuck over a fellow mob family under his nose.

“I’ll have Coal bring a car around,” Bass said, pulling out his phone. “You want us to put him on ice for you?” he asked, glancing back at the door like he expected Kick to come out at any second and see her ex crumpled on the ground.

I was conflicted.

The bigger part of me wanted to say yes, to grab Kick and go home and spend time with her.

The other part, though, knew that having this hanging over our heads was no way to live.

“No. I’m gonna have Saff come and take Kick home. Then we are gonna finish this. Tonight,” I said, walking over to Kyle and landing a hard kick to his gut as a car came to a stop at the mouth of the alley.

Bass nodded. “I’ll gather up Serano, Cinna, and Dav, and we will go get the others.”

“Good,” I agreed.

This ended tonight.

Then Kick and I could really start our lives together.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Kick

“How is it that Rico has such good taste?” Saff asked as she looked around Rico’s apartment. “I mean, first the meat shop renovations and now this…”

“You’ve never been here?” I asked, watching the blue-haired woman run her hand over the waterfall island.

“No. Rico has always been a bit of an enigma. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an ever-present part of the family. Practically shares the boss role with Renzo. But he’s always kept his private life private. I kind of want to go snoop through his drawers,” she admitted. “Would you tell on me?” she asked.

“Probably,” I admitted.

“Fiiiine,” she said. “Probably for the best. I mean, I don’t know if I could look the man in the face if I found out his nightstand is full of cock rings or alien dildos. I mean, to each their own. But there’s some things I don’t need to know about my coworkers, you know. But… does he have alien dildos? I read an alien smut book recently and now I’ve got all these ideas…”

“Alien smut?” I asked, brows pinched.

“Yeah. It was our book club pick,” she said, opening up the fridge to snoop around in areas where she likely would not findRico’s sex toys. If he even had them. “I didn’t think it would be my thing. But seven-foot-tall dudes with long tongues and cocks that have little notches on them? What’s not to like?”

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