Page 3 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

I offer him an apologetic smile, about to tell him,Maybe you should go, when Jax interrupts.

“He stays for breakfast,” Jax says, pointing his half-eaten sucker at What’s-His-Name while setting down a massive pan of scrambled eggs. Tossing the lollipop in the trash, he adds, “There’s plenty, and it’s ready.”

Plenty? Oh, sure. There’s plenty of awkward tension, plenty of weird silence, and plenty of... my ex-boyfriends in one space. There’s also plenty of bacon, fresh biscuits, and cubed pineapple. Jax’s grin stretches wider as he sets everything on the table, eye-fucking me the entire time.

Jax’s nickname for me, "Peaches", is because of my love for fruit. Also, according to Jax, they make my pussy taste “damn delicious.” Which, unfortunately, makes me glance at his mouth.

Fuck, that was a mistake. His smug smile tells me he knows exactly where my thoughts have wandered.

What I don’t need right now is to think about his expert tongue on my vag. What I do need is to get all four of these bastards out of my house.

Luca piles a plate for Enzo, who gives him a wink as he takes it. “Thanks, babe.”

Um, what?

Then Enzo casually rubs Jax’s hip, nearly grabbing his dick.

Pardon me, sir?

Everyone sits at my table like some big, happy family of... lovers?

Questions flood my brain:Why are they here? How do they know each other? How the fuck did they find me?That last one answers itself: Luca, obviously.When did they start screwing each other? Who’s the top? Do they switch?

My brain takes a nosedive. Do they all fuck at once? A vision of a three-way 69 pops into my head, and I can’t stop myself.

“Is everyone here fucking each other?” I blurt, my brow furrowed in confusion.

“To be fair, we’re not fucking your friend Matt,” Luca says, finally looking at me. “And yes, that is his name,” he adds with condescension.

“I know his name is Matt,” I huff.

“Actually, it’s Mark,” pipes up Mr. Mediocre in a small voice.

Luca smirks, triumphant. I narrow my eyes and mouth,I will kill you.

Prick. He did that on purpose. He probably knows more about Mark’s life than Mark does. He set me up to look like the jackass that forgot the guy’s name. I mean I did forget his name, but my stepbrother doesn’t have to point it out.

And how the hell did he know I forgot Mark’s name?

As I sit, one interesting fact hits me: Every single one of these men has had their dick in me at some point. Hmm, small world, I think, sipping my coffee as I delay returning to the drama unfolding in front of me.

But Jax has other plans. “So, Mark,” he starts, handing me a plate and turning to my petrified date. I’m pretty sure he’s wondering if I spent any time in prison as he avoids looking at me.

“I saw those in the vase. You ole’ charmer.” He nods behind him at the half-dead bundle of flowers Mark had when I opened the door last night. The plastic wrapper in the trash still has the 50% off sticker on it and I know Jax saw that too. I stab the fluffy eggs instead of Jax’s brown eyes.

Mark hesitates. “Uh, yeah. I, uh, picked them up on the way over.”

“Thoughtful,” Jax replies, stuffing eggs into his mouth before he continues with my waterboarding. “And where’d you take our Delaney last night?”

Our Delaney? I glare at him, chewing my eggs. Damn it, they’re delicious.

“Uh, Bristol's Grill & Bar on 9th. They have a really good two-for-$25 menu.” Poor Mark shifts uncomfortably…again.

Jax’s eyes widen like Mark just told him he personally invented fire. “Two-for-$25?! Classy. Do they have a Michelin star?”

I grip my fork, seriously debating stabbing him. Jax’s smile only spreads.

“Uh, I’m not sure.” Mark glances at me, desperate for help but looks away quickly. There’s no saving him.

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