Page 111 of Vito

I open my phone to the pictures I took last night. "Ever seen these two guys or the tattoo before?"

Gus leans closer, flicking through them. His brow furrows with a frown, puckering the scar at the bridge of his nose.

"What is it?" I press.

"Three."

"What?"

"A trident—three prongs—with three snakes."

"Does that mean something to you?"

"No… But I caught Aiken muttering sometimes when he thought he was alone about something about threes, like he was working through a riddle."

I sit up straighter. "He always used to say things happen in threes."

It's a common saying, or maybe a belief, but it sends a raking sensation down my spine like a foreboding omen.

"They'll try for you again, Ed."

"Let's not get superstitious on top of paranoid, old man." Opening my desk drawer, I pull out some pain medication and swallow them. "I'm going to grab an hour of sleep."

"You should go home. Take Frank with you. I'll cover here."

"I'll grab an hour's nap in my office, then I'll be good." I don't balk at my lie. I won't be sleeping, but after an hour with Vito, Iwillbe good.

"I just need an hour. Could you have everyone steer clear of my office until then?"

"Of course." He stands, still eyeing me with concern and guilt.

"Gus… Enough with the guilt. Let me rest for an hour, then we'll figure the rest out."

"You're the boss."

"Bet your ass I am."

He shakes his head at me and closes the door behind him. I ensure it's locked, then hurry to the passageway's hidden door with my bookshelves. I activate the unlocking mechanism under one of the shelves. I swept my office for bugs earlier, but my heart still hammers as I take the risk. But I need Vito.

The door seals behind me, and I'm already rushing down the stairs. The light from Vito's phone bounces, illuminating the passageway as he races toward me.

His phone hits the floor, bathing us in light as he whips me off my feet before I hit the bottom step.

His mouth slams down on mine. His tongue seeks immediate entrance into my mouth as his hands shove my shirt up. I know he needs to touch me and reassure himself that I'm okay.

I shove his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, then rip at his shirt. My need to touch his skin is as demanding as his to touch mine. As he devours my mouth, we pull each other's shirts off and work feverishly on each other's jeans.

I don't have the ability for words right now; I'm allneed.

I need to have him. My need for him isn't only physical; I need him mentally and emotionally just as much. I needed to have him by my side after what happened, but I couldn't have that so this will have to do.

I toe off my boots and step out of my jeans as he does the same. My lips feeling swollen and ravaged, and he licks, kisses, and bites my neck before he lowers his head to my chest.

"Fuck, I love your tits." He palms them, squeezing and playing with my nipples.

I grip his long, thick cock and stroke it hard, making him groan; then he bites my nipple, making me cry out.

"I need your beautiful, big god-like cock. Now," I moan.

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