Page 21 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Cutting my eyes at Luca, I bite back a sly grin as I refollow Moanster23. Luca keeps driving, still rubbing Enzo’s leg, paying me no mind—but I feel like he’ll be watching everything I do on this phone.

Moanster23 hasn’t posted since the night of my date when I relieved myself in the bathroom. I wonder if Luca will spy on the accounts I follow. Maybe he’ll take a peek at a few of Moanster’sposts. My favorites are the ones where his body is in the frame—never his face or hands, though. Those are usually... busy.

Just his ridiculously hot chest, with that birthmark on his left pec and a tease of his abs. A mic picks up the slick sounds of his lubed hand stroking his cock, his breathing, his moans. And the whimpers. God, the whimpers. They’re award-winning.

I’m staring blankly at Luca and Enzo when the burner phone buzzes with a text.

I glance at the screen and roll my eyes. Of course, it’s Jax.

He’s programmed his name as:

Husband

I’ll be fixing that immediately…

Douche Canoe

Much better.

Douche Canoe: see something you like up there?

Me: Has anyone told you how nosey you are?

Douche Canoe: yes

Douche Canoe: answer the question

Me: Suck a fat cock.

Douche Canoe: I have. both of theirs to be specific

I’m not commenting on that. Locking the screen, I drop the phone into my bag.

Buzz.

Ignored.

Buzz. Buzz.

Oh, a double text. The desperation builds. I slide the phone deeper into my bag, locking eyes with Jax the entire time. His glare of frustration is priceless.

Awww. Someone doesn’t like this game.

Clearing my throat, I look to the front seat. “I heard you guys talking in front of the motel room door last night.” I lean back, resting an elbow on the console between Jax and me.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re nosey?” Luca doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but I hope the holes I’m boring into his head are burning.

Jax snorts a laugh, and I glance at Luca, wondering if he somehow knows what Jax just texted me.That can’t be though, right?I give a weary side-eye glare at Jax as a possible co-conspirator.

“Has anyone ever told you to stop being a giant dildo?” I shoot back, but Jax chuckles.

Luca’s navy eyes catch mine in the rearview mirror, stripping me bare. “I knew you were eavesdropping. No point pretending.”

“Yeah? How would you know if you weren’t eavesdropping yourself?”

His wry smile flashes before he looks back at the road. “Touché.”

Jax flips the center console up and reaches into my bag, pulling out the burner phone and dropping it back into my lap. “I think we can all agree Delaney’s got the right to know what’s going on.”

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