Page 66 of Ruthless Oath

He kissed me with enough force to push me into the mattress as he released a warm jet of his pleasure inside me. He frantically moved his hips until he was sated and empty.

“Wow.” I grasped at the comforter beneath me.

“Did you like that, princess?” He stroked my cheek.

“Yes.” I leaned into his hand that rested on my face. “Was it… I mean, did you enjoy it?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” He rolled off me and turned on his side, moving me so I could face him. “You’re amazing.”

“I want to be enough for you, Marchello.”

“Oh, you’re enough alright.” He winked. “A real handful.”

“I’m trying to be serious.” I smacked his shoulder. “I know what you’re sacrificing by being here with me.”

“You don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’ll handle my business and protect you too.” He caressed my hair, then kissed me. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I want to take care of you too.”

“Just be there when I need you and try not to give me any trouble.”

“I’ll try.” I smiled. “But I can’t make any promises.”

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it and glanced at the screen before sitting up and answering it.

“Milo,” he said. “What’s up?”

I tried not to be offended that he answered the phone minutes after what we had just shared because I knew it was business. And in his world, business came first. But it still stung a little.

That feeling was soon replaced with alarm when Marchello shouted into the phone.

“Fuck, no!”

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Marchello

“The dealership was hit,”Milo said. “All the cars on the showroom floor were vandalized.”

“Fuck, no!” I clenched my phone.

“We have surveillance footage.”

“You know who did it?” I asked.

“Danny and his men.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“This was a message,” Milo said. “Plain and simple. You have to come home and deal with this.”

“I can deal with it from here.” I glanced at Lissia. “Is there anything else?”

I pushed back the rage brewing inside me. I didn’t like being provoked, especially when it affected my bottom line. The less cars I had in my fleet, the harder it would be to launder money through the business. Gallanti knew this. He was hitting me where it hurt the most.

“He spray-painted a message on one of the cars,” Milo said. “I’d say it was very personal and all the more reason to stop this. You know what happens when we let emotions turn into vendettas.”

“What did it say?”

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