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"I'm not taking the chance. Even if it's a point zero-zero-one percent, I won't risk it."

"You'd really get a vasectomy? But we're not… We'll never…"

"Don't," he grits. "We're going to figure this out. Even if it means we have to leave. Fake our deaths."

Tears fill my eyes, but don't fall as I suck in sharply. "You can't leave your family, Vito."

The thought of their love, loyalty, and respect for one another… His is a family that everyone should have.

That he'd sacrifice what they have makes me want to scream. Guilt rises within me, heavy and relentless—especially knowing I pushed my brother away and wasted the time we had left.

"That day when you ran out after my father's funeral…" He swallows hard, regret coating his face, remembering that horrible scene in the library. I kiss him, telling him it's okay.

"Creed told me there'd be a time that I'd need to decide my path—decide for me, not for my family or anyone else. He also told me I wasn't ready to see it, but that I would." He cups my face. "I see it now, Eden. Clearer than anything in my life. I'm not letting you go. Ever."

His eyes fill with love, and it rips at my soul because he'll give up his family for me.

"I can't let you sacrifice that, Vito. Don't ask me to." I shake my head. "I can't."

"We're going to figure this out. I promise. I cross my heart."

But he didn't hope to die.

He smiles that devastating smile that promises a mix of heaven and sin. "Now, let's figure out another spot to put my cum for now instead of inside your pussy."

He slides his hard-again cock through the crease of my ass, and his fingers find my clit and start to torture me slowly. My angst about our future is temporarily shoved to the side as Vito Santoro takes control of my mind and body once again.

"Maybe I'll fuck those glorious tits and come all over them. Or should I come down your throat?" His other hand finds my back hole, using his cum to lubricate it and slowly press a finger into me. "You liked the ass stuff last time, so maybe there?"

I clench around him, moaning, and grind harder against his hand massaging my clit.

"We gotta decide, baby." He bites my neck. "Because after I'm done making you scream as you come again, and I blow my load where you want me to, I need to go and see if I need to hunt for an enemy who should be dead."

Creed had come here for a reason; a threat to their family. So Vito is saying he'll let out his mafia ruthless predator and do what he needs to protect his family.

I clench harder around his finger in my ass.

"I think I have my answer." He smiles as I tilt my head back and gasp at what his finger is doing to me. "But first, my mouth has a pussy it's going to ravage."

He flips me onto my back, then buries his face between my legs, eating me out without mercy, and I arch, moaning, "You're such a fucking cunt, Vito."

He lifts his head, smiling, looking like a cross between a god and the devil himself. "I know, baby. I love you, too, Eden."

Chapter 24

Vito

SantoroVenturesInc.—thelegitimatearm of our empire that Creed is expanding and leading like a titan—is in a highrise tower he built. When I enter Creed's office, Massimo is already there and stares out at the Bay with the Golden Gate Bridge as the backdrop. The water is choppy, and gulls circle amongst the low-hanging clouds that partially obscure the Marin Headlands.

Massimo's broad shoulders are tense. From birth, he's been groomed to be Don and passed all the trials our father gave him. He's a great leader. But someone is fucking with the Santoros.

It's more than the regular testing and hitting at us because we're a powerful crime family. Ever since the decline ofBabbo's health became known,it's escalated, especially with the Czech mafia coming into our territory and moving humans. We haven't figured out who they're aligning with; the Czechs are small-time and would never have the balls to push us like they've been doing. They have a powerful ally.

But this isn't what dragged Creed to Gilly's.

No, Creed is spooked, on edge, and furious that the past threat to Sophie may be back.

But those ghostsshouldbe dead. Manuel Morales, a rival of Creed's and one who was in league with Sophie's cunt father, along with their other two conspirators and a yacht-full of their men, were blown to teeny-tiny bits. Creed watched. Stood beside the man who took the kill shot that detonated the explosives to blow up the yacht after Sophie and another woman were rescued.

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