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In the past fifty-nine days, my father's decline, Massimo's taking over as Don, and our enemies challenging us haven't been the only things that have progressed. My obsession with Gilly's owner-operator has as well.

Eden.

Time has not eased the ache in my balls from not being able to fuck her. I fantasize about her everywhere and all the time, especially as I secretly watch her work at Gilly's.

My fantasy today is about bending her over her desk, spreading her ass cheeks wide so I can watch my cock impale her pussy while I play with her tight, quivering asshole. I'd splay her on the desk, eating her pussy and forcing multiple orgasms until she begged for no more. Then I'd cover her magnificent tits with my cum.

It's been weeks—well, two months, but hey, who the fuck is counting?—since I got laid or even answered one of Lexa's booty call blowjob requests. It's ridiculous; I haven't touched another woman since Eden came into my life. I can't fuck or touch another woman, even though Ican't fucking haveEden.

And my want and lust for this woman is goddamn torture.

Multiple times a day, I curse I hadn't fucked her before she became Aiken's successor. Because if I had, she'd be out of my system already. I could've one-and-done'd her and been done with it all. If it came out that I had screwed her, no one could say shit because it happened before she was off-limits.

This untouchable, forbidden bullshit is making it worse. Just like telling a kid they can't do something, which only makes them want to do it even more.

But instead of getting my hand slapped because I stole a cookie out of the cookie jar, fucking Eden could have dire and deadly consequences.

If I could sink my cock into her someplace we'd never get caught, I'd jump on it. I had even played around with the ideaof meeting her outside of the city, maybe some place hot and tropical; however, even though I'm the risk-taker in my family, this is a line I don't dare cross.

It would only be a problem if someone found out you fucked her, my mind urges me to fall prey to my growing obsession.

But it isn't only the risk that's stopping me; it's the fact that Eden is completely and totally uninterested in me. Most women fall over themselves trying to get my cock; however, with Eden, maybe she really isn't into cocks like she hinted.

Or maybe she's into cocks and doesn't want yours.

Regardless of the ache in my balls and how my cock leaks pre-cum just by having her in my sight, I still go to Gilly's at least once a day. Usually at night, which isn't out of character for me, but lately, I've been going there in the afternoons, too—once Eden has started her shift.

I want to be in her domain—in the Garden of Eden, trying not to take a bite of the forbidden fruit that tempts me day and night.

I fully acknowledge my weakness and that my want for a woman, my want forthiswoman, is consuming me.

But just like all the other times, it doesn't matter what I tell myself or how I justify it; I'm still going to go. Willingly. With a hidden smile.

Because, even though I can't touch Eden, seeing her is the absolute best part of my day.

Chapter 11

Vito

ItextedEdenaheadto reserve my table, even though most people know not to sit at it. Yes, it's pathetic, but it gives me a surge of pleasure to interact with her and know that I'm in her phone.

Gilly's is busy when I arrive, and I wave off Meg, one of the waitstaff. I'll go up to the bar to get my drink; I'll take any opportunity to interact with Eden that I can get.

Massimo is talking to Eden at the bar, freshly showered and in a new suit. My phone rings before I can leave my table to get my drink. Seeing its Creed, I push my impatience to talk to Eden down and answer.

"Hey, baby brother."

"You sound happy, Vito."

Scanning the barroom, I settle into a chair; my eyes sweep over Eden but don't stop on her. "It's been a good day, considering."

"Any luck?"

I know what he's asking about: the Czech mafia soldier we intercepted.

"Your feet are firmly on the other side of the line," I remind him.

"You know why I want to know," he growls.

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