Page 2 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

What? No.Bad Delaney.Next time, remember people’s names—especially the ones you let fuck you.

“Morning!” he says, holding up his hand with a flat-lipped smile. “I was about to head out, but your—nutritionists—are here.”

“Excuse me? My who?” I pinch my brows and tighten my robe’s belt.

He points vaguely toward the stairs. “Your nutritionists. The ones cooking. They said breakfast will be ready in five.”

I narrow my eyes, grab my phone, and head downstairs. If I have to call the cops at least I can use it to throat-punch whoever is downstairs first.

Do burglars usually cook for the houses they rob? Some sort of “pay it forward” thing? Or maybe Stacie sent me a sexy-gram to make up for… Adam? No, that’s not it.

Well, if she did send me some Dick-Dash, she could have at least made sure dude-boy was gone.

I’m still thinking through possibilities when the sound of familiar voices from downstairs snaps me back to reality.

What. The. Fuck.

I freeze, my foot hovering on the stairs, hand clutching the railing as I stare with a gaping mouth into my kitchen.

I see Luca first, my long-lost stepbrother. His nearly-black hair is perfectly tousled—the most intentional mess I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t glance at me, but I know he knows I’m here. He stiffens slightly, squaring his shoulders under the gray hoodie he’s wearing.

The last time I saw him was six years ago my freshman year of college. He popped my cherry, then practically ran away with my blood still on his cock… his incredibly large cock… that I was most definitelyNOTthinking about last night when I was bouncing on good-ole’ Bob.

Now, here he is, just sitting at my table, clacking away on his laptop while Enzo, my old boss, paces outside on my balcony. Fucking Enzo.

Whoever he’s chewing out should be thankful he’s here on my patio and not in front of them. I know firsthand what it’s like to deal with him when he’s pissed—it’s downright terrifying.

Enzo’s in a dark suit, with a burgundy shirt, sleeves rolled up and a tie, making his grey eyes look even more gorgeous. His dark hair is perfectly slicked, and at 6’4”, you can’t miss him. In fact, in a room filled with 6’4” suits, I still don’t think I couldmiss him. Gravity seems to pull toward him, and it takes effort for me to look away from his ass when he turns around.

Because Enzo is double-caked here on this fine Saturday morning.Dayum son.

Enzo holds his phone to his ear with his shoulder and puts his suit jacket back on.

You know, I think my former boss must have come out of his mother’s vagina wearing a three-piece suit. The only time I’ve seen him dressed differently was that weekend he spent filling my every hole with his giant dick, then he fired me on Monday.Cocksucker.

But it’s Jax standing at the stove that shocks me the most. Not because he’s wearing my pink apron that says, “Whip It Real Good,” but because I had no idea he’d been released from prison.

It would seem getting arrested on your wedding day for a four-year prison stint doesn’t come with a warning about your release to your abandoned bride.

I stand there gawking like a fucking idiot on the stairs. Evidently, I took too long making my presence known because Luca does it for me.

“Lenny’s awake.”

Psht.“Lenny.”He’s the only the only one that has ever called me that. I roll my eyes, hoping he feels it with his hacker spidey-senses.

Jax looks up from stirring scrambled eggs and sets his gaze on me, flashing those knee-shaking dimples. Time seems to stop as he walks up with a steaming cup of coffee. “Hey there, Peach.”

“Don’t you dare ‘Peach’ me,” I snap, snatching the coffee from Jax. I might be furious that my exes are in my house, but I’m not stupid. I’ll need plenty caffeine to survive this morning—probably an amount that should come with a surgeon general's warning.

Jax grins, a trademark lollipop stick dangling from his mouth, and gives me a wink as he hands over the coffee. My coffee. Perfectly brewed, hot, and exactly how I like it. I take a sip.Damn, it’s good.God help me, I needed this. Jax’s grin widens as he watches me.

“You owe me twenty,” Luca calls to Enzo, who’s strolling in from the balcony. Apparently he’s done traumatizing one of his poor employees for the time being and apparently they placed bets on how I’d react seeing them?

I guess I need a can of hairspray and a lighter to shake things up a bit. I would venture a guess they didn’t plan on me coming in with a homemade flame thrower.

“What the hell are you three doing in my house? This is breaking and entering, you know.” I tilt my head, locking eyeswith Jax. “Wouldn’t that violate your parole? It’d be a shame if you ended up back in prison so soon after getting out.”

“Prison?” The voice comes from beside me, making me jump. I completely forgot about What’s-His-Name. Poor guy. He’s trembling like a lost lamb in a den of lions. “Are they prison nutritionalists?”

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