Page 73 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

The edge feels razor-thin, my body trembling violently as Jax’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot. His tongue flicks over my clit with maddening precision, coaxing the orgasm he wants from me.

“Come with me, Peach,” Jax murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin as he grunts against Enzo’s mouth and tongue working his cock. His words are my undoing.

My body shatters, the orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me sobbing with relief. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I arch off the table, every nerve ending alight. Jax doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers milking every last tremor from me until I’m trembling, spent, and utterly broken.

“Fuck me,” Jax breathes, sitting back in the chair, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

I blink, struggling to focus as my vision clears. Enzo stands, his cock still hard as he drags it along my swollen core, drawing a soft moan from me.

My vagina is a whore. I’ve been wrecked by orgasms, yet my pussy clenches, hungry for another.

Enzo leans over me, his hand sliding under my neck as he kisses me deeply. Jax’s cum is still in his mouth, and the salty tang mixes with the taste of my arousal. I moan into the kiss, my body reacting instinctively, craving their touch despite being utterly spent.

Cum drips from the corner of my mouth, just like the bourbon earlier. Jax leans over, his thumb swiping the droplet before pressing it to my lips. I suck it clean without hesitation, and his dark-brown eyes smolder with heat.

“Good girl,” Jax murmurs, his voice full of approval. His lips find mine, his kiss hungry as he devours me, tasting both of us on my tongue.

Enzo shifts lower, positioning himself at my entrance. His hands grip my hips, his strength undeniable as he pulls me to the edge of the table. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely.

The stretch burns in the best possible way, and I cry out, my hands gripping the bar above me. “Oh, God. Enzo.”

“You take me so well, angel,” he growls, his grip tightening on my hips as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drives me higher, the pleasure overwhelming after everything they’ve already given me.

Jax watches from above, his hand stroking my cheek. “Look at you, Peach. So fucking perfect for us.”

Their touches linger like a brand on my skin, I realize something undeniable: with them, I don’t just feel alive—I feel claimed, seen, and utterly unstoppable. But as I take Enzo’s pounding cock, wholly spent but craving–needing more, a small, nagging thought whispers in the back of my mind: we’re not complete yet. And I feel that vacancy on the other side of me, knowing only one person can make us whole.

The house is quieter than usual this morning. Maybe it’s the looming weight of the will reading tomorrow, or maybe it’s the silence after last night’s chaos, but either way, the tension is thick—and so are my sore muscles. My mind is running in circles, trying to piece together the puzzle of my mother’s death. I still don’t have the answers I need, and it’s driving me insane.

But there’s a flicker of warmth I can’t push away. Last night—Jax and Enzo—they took care of me. And I mean really took care of me. Lobster risotto. My favorite movie. Laughter. And then, the kind of love that makes me feel seen, heard, and cherished. For the first time in a long while, I felt cared for, like I mattered in a world that’s constantly shifting under my feet.

I can’t help but smile at the memory, even as the anxiety bubbles under the surface about moving on to our next safe house. But I can push that away for now. For a moment, I let myself hold on to the feeling of being surrounded by the men I love, their hands on me, their attention focused on me like nothing else mattered.

Jax’s lighthearted presence helps more than he probably realizes. As I sit on the kitchen counter, my legs dangling and my head spinning with a thousand worries, he’s in his element. Breakfast sandwiches.

The smell of eggs and bacon fills the kitchen, and I can’t help but relax a little. Jax moves around with an easy grace, making it all look so effortless, like the chaos in my head doesn’t even touch him. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t overthink things—he just does.

"You're good at this," I say, my voice soft as I watch him work. "I think you missed your calling. You should’ve been a chef instead of a professional troublemaker."

He flashes me that grin of his—the one that always gets under my skin in the best way. "Nah, I think I like being your favorite troublemaker better. Food’s just a bonus."

I chuckle, leaning back on my hands, allowing myself a moment of peace. It’s easy with Jax. It’s like I can breathe without all the weight of everything pressing on me. He makes everything feel simpler, even when the world is anything but.

I let myself relax for a second, but as the last of the sandwiches are packed, the knot in my stomach returns, knowing we’ll all be heading out soon. That means I’ll have to face Luca after yesterday.

“Ugh, I hate this,” I huff, partly whining. I lay back on the cold marble counter with my arms spread wide.

Jax stands between my legs and slides me closer to him, then leans down and places kisses on my stomach. “I’ll be right here with you the whole time, okay, baby?”

He holds out his hands, and I reluctantly take them. Pulling me up, he wraps a strong arm around my waist. His other hand threads through my long hair, gripping the back of my neck. His kiss is reassuring and confident before he breaks away, resting his forehead against mine.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, Peach,” he says, his eyes softening as he watches me. “Don’t let this mess with your head.”

I take a deep breath, nodding against his chest. “I just want to get it right this time.”

Jax pulls back slightly to look me in the eyes, his gaze soft but steady. “We’re in this together, okay? Just… take it one step at a time.”

The SUV is packed, and we’re standing by it, waiting. Jax’s arm is around me, grounding me. His warmth settles me, and for a brief moment, I can breathe easy, even though everything feels like it’s about to come apart.

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