Page 65 of Vito

Raf twists in his seat to me. "Neither Cutt nor Jax had phones on them. That means, they didn't want their presence tracked to your place, Ed."

Whatever Cutt and Jax had planned, they didn't plan to leave me alive.

Fuck my life.

Dread still pools in my gut. "They could've texted someone."

Vito shakes his head. "Cutt knew what would happen if anyone discovered him going after you. If I hadn't finished him, Ash would've."

"If you believe that, then you should've let me tell Ash—"

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Not."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "A cover-up makes us look guilty."

"It's done," Vito growls.

Raf flicks me a grin. "And with the ace in your pocket about who your adopted daddy is… we're golden." He winks, still looking a little fanboy-crazed. "When you were changing, Axintold us they took care of the cameras around your place. As far as the digital footprint shows, Cutt and Jax were never there."

Silence descends until Vito says, "I'd do it again, Eden. But in all honesty, you didn't really need our help. Cutt was on his way to the afterlife before I got my hands on him, and you would've taken care of Jax."

He sounds… proud.

Which, because I'm a sick, twisted bitch, makes my cooch throb.

Vito is a predator—a gorgeous, lethal beast. But that's part of the alluring package; the mere thought of him can make me wet. Add this unhinged layer to the attraction…

Well, now my pussy is pounding thinking of him being rock-hard when I demanded that I be part of the cleanup.

Sick. Twisted. Bitch.

If only I could fuck him and be done with it. Scratch thisunbearableitch and move on.

Instead, we're Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, tempted by the apple because it's forbidden and we're trying our damnedest not to sin.

My resolve has been slipping for weeks. I'm so tempted to say fuck it; just screw Vito already so I can satiate this growing lust and move on. But anywhere in this city is too risky. Even meeting outside of it carries risk because the criminal underworld is an intricately connected beast and is gossipy as fuck.

The only place I felt carried minimal risk was my office at Gilly's, but Vito would be seen coming and going, which would raise questions.

The memory of the big bulge in his jeans and the searing lust in his eyes back at my apartment comes to torment me again and makes my cooch pound like a war drum.

Being able to see Vito—his strong profile, his big, veined, and scarred hands—chips away at my resistance even more. The dangerous predator vibes rolling off him appear to be a calling card for my pussy.

I need to get away from him.ASAP.

I need to hit the reset button so I can get back in control.

I turn my attention from the lust flowing through my veins like molten lava and look out the window. We're further into the city and approaching the exit that leads to Gilly's.

I can't stomach sleeping at the apartment tonight and decide Gilly's is a better alternative. Earlier today, to thank the staff for their hard work of hosting Tommaso's celebration, I said Gilly's wouldn't open until the next evening. I could crash on my office couch, go home to shower, then be back to open Gilly's at seven in the evening.

"Take this exit," I say.

Vito flicks a look at me in the rearview mirror but listens.

"Axin said your place would be ready—"

"Not tonight," I cut Raf off, looking out the window.

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