Page 15 of Rise of Temptation

“No one else has caught my eye. All the girls at the club are the same,” I whine.

“Except her,” Frankie admits.

“But she’s not at the club anymore,” Sal points out.

“And we’re not allowed to touch her anymore.” I can hear myself pouting like a little girl, but I can’t stop it. “Have you guys fucked other girls?”

“I haven’t,” Frankie says while Sal shakes his head.

“At least you have each other.”

They both smirk at me, as if they’re so much better than me because they have someone to suck their dicks. And fuck me if I’m not jealous.

“He’s being selfish, keeping her to himself. Sharing is caring. Didn’t he learn that as a kid?”

“You think his father taught him to share?” Frankie’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. We all knew Enzo’s dad. Lorenzo Lombardi. We worked for him. He was an asshole, and the world is a better place without him. Enzo is named after him but goes by Enzo as a way to distance himself. Not that everyone doesn’t already know they’re related.

“Of course not. But we’ve been sharing for years. How can he resist at least trying it out?”

“He’s probably afraid he’d like it. Maybe he thinks it makeshim look weaker.”

I look at Sal thoughtfully. “Do you really think that’s it? It sure doesn’t make me feel weaker.”

Sal shrugs. “It was just an idea. It could be anything, really.”

“I wonder if there’s a way to convince him to try it. I could really use a second round with that dark-haired beauty he’s holding hostage.”

“We’ve talked about it too,” Frankie admits. “Aside from Sal, she’s the only person I’m interested in fucking right now.”

“Oh god, just thinking about it is taking me back to the night of her audition. Remember how perfect her ass was?” I groan in appreciation. “I still can’t believe you didn’t let me fuck that perfect little hole. I bet it’s heavenly. So tight. And those cheeks.” My hands squeeze the air involuntarily. “What I wouldn’t do to sink my teeth into her flesh. Spank her until her skin is nice and pink. Sink a finger into her slowly. Then another one. And then—”

“We get it.” Sal laughs. “You want to fuck her in the ass. Damn, abstinence is not a good look on you. You need to get laid.”

“Don’t you?” I know we’re all in the same boat here.

“Of course I do. And I don’t care where I fuck her. But I definitely want to.”

Frankie sighs in exasperation. “Why don’t we just talk to Enzo about it? What’s he going to do, kill us? We’re his best soldiers, not to mention his best friends.”

“He might kill us,” I point out. “He seems pretty serious about keeping her to himself.”

“He won’t kill us,” Frankie scoffs. “He might shoot us in the arm or something, but he won’t kill us.”

“He’s emotional. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Sal laughs. “He might kill you if he hears you call him ‘emotional.’”

“Good point. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. If he kills you, I’ll probably have to do your work in addition to mine.”

“Pinky swear.” I hold out my pinky, a solemn expression on my face.

Sal shoves my hand away with a laugh. “What are we, eight-year-old girls? Get it together, man. We’ll get you laid, one way or another.”

“Are you missing the whole problem here? I don’t want another way. I could’ve gotten laid a million times since Elise’s audition. My dick’s not interested.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Frankie says from on top of his high horse.

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