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Nicole leaned closer to me. “Maybe tonight, I’ll let you fuck me ag?—”

My hips jerked slightly, the pleasure shooting through my body. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze to her hand around my cock as my cum drooled all over it. She smirked and continued to stroke until every last bit came out.

“Good boy,” she praised. “That’s my good boy.”

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

AKIO

Fuck.

I pulled into my driveway behind Rick Santos’s car and tightened my hand around the steering wheel. What the hell was he—and the rest of the mob—doing here tonight? They never came to the house. Mom usually didn’t let them.

After debating whether I should stay out later, I finally grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. I didn’t want to deal with a hundred and one questions, especially after I ignored all of Mom’s texts today. But I had to study.

Once I slipped through the side door, I tiptoed toward the stairs near the front.

“Akio!” Mom shouted. “I know you’re home. Come here.”

Growling underneath my breath, I shuffled to the living room, where Mom, Dad, Rick Santos, and a handful of other mobsters stared tensely at each other. Rick looked especially pissed off with his teeth gritted and eyes glossy.

“What did you get on Nicole?” she asked me.

I stiffened and tightened my grip on my bag. “What do you mean?”

Her gaze hardened. “I asked you to get information on her.”

“Why?”

She grabbed me by the collar and yanked me closer. “Don’t fucking talk back to me. Joe Santos is missing, and my sources say that the last person to be seen with Joe was Nicole. So, start fucking talking.”

“Who’s Joe?” I asked.

But Joe and I had gotten to know each other very well.

“He’s my fucking brother,” Rick Santos growled. “Don’t play stupid.”

“What was a sixty-year-old doing with a senior at my school?”

Mom only let small pieces of her business through to me, but I had collected enough of them to draw my own conclusions, to start the puzzle that she had presented me. And by the way Nicole had been acting …

Mom clenched her jaw. “We tracked his phone and found it at your school.”

I pulled out Joe’s phone and tossed it to her. “Oh, you mean this phone?”

The chattering suddenly stopped, and everyone gazed at the phone.

Then, Rick lunged at me, seized me by the collar, and shoved me against the nearest wall. He could bully me all he wanted, but he wouldn’t kill me. At least not in front of my mother.

“Where is he? Where the fuck is my brother?!”

I stared blankly at him. “I’m not sure.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“The ocean is vast. He could be a hundred miles off shore?—”

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