Page 67 of Sinful Pleasure

My cock is getting hard in the middle of a meeting with my father and brother, just thinking about that night.

“What’s the plan with The Romano’s?”

Angelo’s voice echoed through the room, snapping me back from my daydreaming.

“If these fuckers show up to the meeting in Italy, we’re screwed.”

“They won’t,” my father answered without hesitation, waving his handnonchalantly.

“How do you know?” Angelo asked immediately, earning approving glances from my father’s men. Our father’s face showed irritation.

The Romano’s are a delicate subject, mostly because they’re our biggest rivals. It’s been like this for ages.They are no less powerful than us, but I wouldn’t say they’re much of a threat anymore.

Our family is still the top power in the world. We’ve earned it—some will say fair and square, others will say through dirty means with blood on our hands.

Both will be true.

But for some reason, my father is afraid of The Romano’s.

I know fear all too well to not recognize it. I’ve seen it in the eyes of thousands of people, begging for their lives before I take them.

And my father is afraid.

“Instead of worrying about that, start thinking about your fucking wedding,” my dad snapped, making Angelo roll his eyes in annoyance as he leaned back in his chair.

“I want it to happen as soon as possible.”

I grimaced, though I didn’t even know why. I glanced at Angelo.

“Can’t you let me breathe for a second?”

“You’re going to marry her the day she turns twenty-one, and that’s the end of the discussion.”

My father didn’t leave room for hesitation, rising from his chair. The idiots he calls men stood up around him like obedient puppies.

My brother’s face soured, but he still nodded, accepting what my father said—and his fate.

Of course, he will. He’s just one of his puppets, after all.

I stood up from my seat, leaving Angelo and my father to deal with their bullshit. It’s not like I’m needed—or wanted—there unless there’s a dirty job for me to do.

Angelo’s leaving for Italy tonight.

I can’t help but think about how my brother will screw up this meeting, just like he screws up everything else in his life.

*****

ALLYN

I made it my goal for today to cook the most delicious, mouthwatering pasta.And that’s coming from someone who has no clue how to cook.

I found a recipe online, and Lara is sitting in one of the kitchen chairs— more for moral support to make sure I don’t mess everything up.I told her I wanted to try and do it myself, even though she offered tohelp.

I’m back at The King’s residence, and as usual, I’m bored out of my mind, so I figured, why not try something new?

Maybe burning the King’s kitchen to the ground wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.

“Damn it!”

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