Page 34 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

“We’ll see. I have a very busy schedule.” I huff on my nails and pretend to buff them on Jax’s shirt that I’ve claimed. “I’ll see if I can pencil something in.”

Enzo licks his lips, accepting the challenge with a sharp gleam in his eye. “I’ll call the shops and have someone deliver a dress.”

“I’ll think about wearing it.” I walk away with my fresh cup of hot coffee, exaggerating the sway of my hips as I leave.

“Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me,” Jax says, returning to the breakfast that is nearly ready.

“Yeah, but what a way to fucking go, huh?” Enzo answers. “Now, come here and give me that mouth.” His voice dips down just for Jax. I glance back, catching Enzo grabbing a handful of Jax’s ass before claiming his mouth. And fuck, what I wouldn’t do to be in the middle of that sandwich.

This whole thing should be weird—my three exes, who are now my boyfriends, showing up and whisking me across the country to become a crime lord. Me fucking one of them. Them fucking each other. One of us hating the other. All three of them have hurt me in the past. Badly.

Yes, I have daddy issues. Let’s just admit it.

He was an emotionally unavailable, disengaged father who left my upbringing to boarding schools and our staff. Considering last night’s dream, perhaps that was for the best.

But then I met Luca, then Jax, and finally Enzo. Each of them gave me something different. Each brought out something in me I had always wanted. And then they just—left. They fucking left.

But if Enzo and Luca have anything to say—similar to Jax—maybe there was more to what split us apart. Maybe something that can be healed.

But then what happens after that?

Do I want all of them? Yes, let’s not even kid ourselves. If they would fill every hole I have at the same time and then cuddle with me afterward, that would be the perfect fucking life.

Am I okay with being the only taco in a three-way sausage sandwich?

One hundred percent, yes.

Do I get to have all three of them? Do all of them want me?

Jax, without question. Enzo, probably. But Luca?

He’s avoided me all morning. I’ve heard him, but once he realizes I’m close by, he quietly moves in the other direction. Our history is the oldest. He had me first. He was my first.

The first man to look at me and actually see me. The first man who didn’t tell me I was too loud or ask me to tone myself down. His tongue was the first to ever grace my pussy—and his dick, obviously.

He was the first one to ever come down my throat.

Luca is the reason I learned how to do the jaw thing. He carries a fucking monster between his legs.

Don’t get it twisted—Jax and Enzo are big. Meaty. Girthy. Veiny.

And then Luca walks into the room. His dick arrives first, and he gets there a few minutes later.

I forgot where I was going with this.

But we spent months together at college. He never pressured me. We laid together in his dorm, and he spent nights just kissing me, letting me take my time giving myself to him. And when I let him claim me, I did it completely. I felt him in every inch of my being.

My pussy was still sore when my father had him and his mother over for dinner, announcing that they had gotten married the previous week.

Luca’s mother was my dad’s fifth marriage by that point, and these introductions were routine for me. But apparently not for Luca. He looked at me like I disgusted him and walked out.

And that broke something in me. I felt the fracture, and then I covered it with cement.

Then watching Jax fight the cops as they dragged him away from his almost-bride cracked it open again. But I slathered it up with a new layer, a thicker one this time.

And fucking Enzo spent months of heated looks, secret touches, and unspoken longings to soften me. He spent a weekend pounding through the cement—and my vagina. Then he tossed me out onto the crumbled pavement that was left when he was done with me.

And here I am, surrounded by them, wanting nothing more than for all three of them to break through that cement again.

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