Page 95 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Luca gets off a lifeless Nico, and I try not to look at his face, but I catch a small glimpse. Let’s just say I’ll never look at ground beef the same way again.

“Are you okay?” Luca flings the brass knuckles away as I drop my gun, and we race toward each other across the room. I half jump into his arms as we collide, our mouths crashing together, tears free-falling down my face.

We’re both covered in other people’s blood, and bodies litter the floor like confetti after the ball drops in Times Square. It doesn’t matter. We made it.

He pulls away from me, clasping the sides of my face with his hands. “You’re okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, catching my breath. “Enzo and Jax are?—”

The sound of an explosion rattles us and shakes the house. Luca wraps his arms around me, turning me away as a black SUV plows into the home, splintering wood and shattering glass until it comes to an abrupt stop with its front half in Luca’s living room.

Enzo and Jax explode out of the car with guns drawn.

“Enzo and Jax are here,” I finish my sentence, breathless.

“You’re fucking crazy, Len,” Luca says, pulling me into him with an arm around my lower back.

Enzo and Jax look no better than us—covered in blood and out of breath. They step over bodies, coming toward us with the same fury and fire in their eyes.

“Fuck, you guys are okay?” Enzo scans both of us quickly, then gives Jax the same once-over. “They’re okay.” He releases a heavy exhale as he and Jax put their foreheads together, catching their breath. Enzo places his hands on each side of Jax’s jaw, and they just breathe each other in.

Me, on the other hand? I am anything but okay.

It has to be the adrenaline. My body feels like it might explode with all the energy and sensations running through me. It’s intoxicating. It’s definitely lowering my inhibitions, demanding I feed it. I cross my arms, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and pull it over my head. With my arms low around Luca’s waist, I pull him into me and capture his mouth.

“I need you to fuck me,” I plead against his mouth, then kiss him again. He moves to my neck, and I look at Jax, then Enzo.“Please. I might die if I don’t do something with all of this.” Tears well in my eyes, and I can’t explain why, but everything is dialed up to a thousand.

They seem to know what I need—or maybe they need it too—because Enzo comes behind me and unclasps my bra. His firm hands find my breasts, pinching my nipples and extracting a moan as I lean against him. Luca removes his shirt and unbuckles his pants. Jax kneels down and unlaces my shoes. I’m not sure who takes off my tights, but I’m naked in seconds.

Jax turns my head and captures my mouth. His warm tongue slides against mine, and it feels like I haven’t tasted him in weeks. Enzo works on my neck, his hands kneading my breasts and pulling on my nipples. Luca kneels, taking one of my legs over his shoulder. I fist his hair, and Jax swallows my moan when Luca’s mouth greedily sucks on my clit. His fingers slide into me, stroking me as my hips move along with him.

They strip off their clothes as they work my body. Luca brings me to an orgasm quickly.

“Delaney, we’ve waited so long for you, angel,” Enzo murmurs against my skin, making me feel alive, like every nerve ending in my body is buzzing. “Let us make you feel good.”

Luca stands and replaces Jax’s mouth, wanting me to taste myself on his lips.

Luca grunts, and I feel Jax’s soft hair against my thighs. He’s sliding Luca into his mouth, his firm hand gripping Luca’s cock.

“Fuck, Jax. Fuck,” Luca growls, squeezing his eyes shut, fisting Jax’s hair, and pumping into his mouth as Enzo turns my chin to him, kissing me deeply, wanting a taste of my arousal as well. His hands grip the globes of my ass, squeezing as he reaches around, circling my clit with his finger.

Jax pulls away, spitting on Luca’s dick before standing up. I feel myself get wetter. Jax kisses Luca, circling his cock with his grip, sliding along his shaft.

“Go lay down,” Jax tells him in a quiet tone.

He looks at Enzo and nods toward the couch. It’s a wraparound sectional, cream in color, with dramatic red splotches of blood, like someone threw a red can of paint at it periodically. Some of the bodies lie on top of each other. Others have fallen, landing between chairs and tables. Arms stick up awkwardly, held in place by the surrounding furniture.

Enzo picks me up, one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. I wrap an arm around his neck and kiss him as he carries me over the bodies and blood.

“I told you, the next time I fuck you, I’m taking this ass, angel,” Enzo says as he puts me down on Luca’s lap.

I straddle Luca’s hips, fisting him as I lean down and kiss him, rubbing my wet pussy along his shaft before lining him up and working myself onto him.

Luca leaves his bloody handprints on my hips as he holds me, grinding me into him.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jax says, practically panting, his hand sliding up and down his dick. He’s taken off his shirt but has only lowered his pants enough to free his erection.

“Jax.” I’m nearly whining as I lick my lips, staring at his cock.

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