Page 24 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Douche Canoe: I’ll make you come if you can stay quiet. Do you think you can?

He doesn’t look at his phone for my answer; his eyes lock onto mine, daring me. I nod, parting my legs slightly.

The tension in the backseat skyrockets, but Luca and Enzo remain oblivious.

My god I forget how many skills this man has when it comes to my vagina. I’m not sure how it happens. The only thing I can think of is that he’s a shape shifter. It’s like his hand transforms and his fingers turn into tentacles but I’m coming in under two minutes. I’m surprised the door handle is not dented with the impression of my fingers as I squeeze it keeping quiet.

I nearly do it until Jax flicks my clit a few final times with his fingernail and it wrenches the quietest of whimpers from me.

Luca’s eyes burn into mine in the rearview mirror, his grip tightening on the wheel.

“Jerk,”I mouth at Jax as he withdraws his hand and licks his fingers clean, smug as ever.

Enzo, seated directly in front of me, turns his head slightly. Though he can’t see me, the tick of his jaw tells me he knows what Jax was up to.

“This is not the time or place to finger-fuck our assignment,” Enzo scolds, his voice clipped.

“What can I say? Our girl’s tense.” Jax leans back in his seat, shameless. “I’m just helping her relax a little.”

I cross my arms, glaring. “I’m not a fucking assignment, you asshole. I’m a goddamn person.”

There is no better nap than a road trip nap in the car. We stopped for gas earlier. I actually used the bathroom this time, with Enzo standing watch outside the door.

Jax bought nearly every snack and drink imaginable, holding up two bags of goodies that I was secretly excited to check out. I tossed him a big pink sucker with a roll of my eyes and then munched on peanut M&M’s.

We passed some time playing a license plate game. Enzo even helped me cheat a few times, finding license plates and motioning to me discreetly so I could claim them before Jax did.

What a naughty boy the boss of the Vincenzi family has become.

The repetitive rock of the car was making my eyelids heavier by the second. Jax lifted the center console so I could scoot closer to him. His broad chest and the steady thump of his heart lulled me to sleep.

It’s their soft voices that begin to pull me from my haze. “Is her seatbelt on?” Luca’s deep voice is low.

“Yeah,” Jax says right next to my ear. “Wake up for me, Peach,” he whispers.

It’s the sharp sound of a gun being cocked that has my eyes popping open. I sit up quickly, and instantly my heart is pounding in my chest. “What’s going on?”

“Luca thinks we’re being followed.” Jax’s tone is calm, and he’s not faking his composure. It’s genuine, honed, and practiced for probably years. All of them are cool as cucumbers on the surface.

Enzo pulls back on a gun, inspecting it just like they do in the movies, then releases it, apparently satisfied with whatever he saw. He looks back, his gray eyes running over me once. “It’ll be okay.” And for some reason, I believe it will be.

The car’s blinker clicks as Luca moves us to the far-left lane, putting the wall to one side of us as the car keeps its pace down the highway.

Jax shifts, climbing over me into the passenger seat with the fluidity of someone who’s been in this position too many times before. His gun is in his right hand, but his finger isn’t on the trigger. He looks at me—dark, focused. His voice is softer now, but still serious. “Stay in the middle for me, baby.”

I catch the way he looks at me. It’s not just a question—it’s a plea. A plea to be smart, to stay safe. His eyes are dark, as if the predator lurking within him is rising to the surface. I can see this isn’t some game anymore. This is real.

"Can I hold my spatula?" I whisper, my voice coming out lighter than I intended, even though I mean it to sound firmer.

He smirks, shaking his head at my ridiculousness, but reaches behind us, pulling out the spatula. He holds it just out of my reach. “Just don’t beat the shit out of me with it.”

“No promises,” I wink back at him.

“Keep an eye on the four cycles,” Luca says, sounding like something much more sinister than I have ever known him tobe. It makes me wonder what the last six years have done to him because this is not the bright-eyed boy in my dorm that I fell in love with.

“I’ve got ’em,” Enzo answers, his voice equally grim.

Luca has to change lanes again to pass a car that didn’t move over. He does it with a curse and a glare at the driver.

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