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I wheeze loudly at his admission as he stalks away, looking over his shoulder and shooting me a sultry wink. “And come to Anthony’s office when you’re done. We have shit to discuss.”

13

LUCA

“Why the fuck are you all the way over there?” I ask when Viktor makes no move to sit on my lap. He’s about ten feet away, his body turned away from mine, as if trying to resist me by sheer will.

Well, it seems he has no idea how persuasive I can be.

When I want something, I get it.

“I’m fine sitting here,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushing. We’re all sitting in Anthony’s office, the two of us discussing our plans for this week, but Viktor’s stubbornness is distracting me.

And Anthony watches it all from his place behind his desk, saying nothing, but obviously deriving pleasure from watching me squirm.

“Get over here, Vik,” I murmur, pointing to my lap.

Viktor scowls at it but doesn’t budge.

“Vik,” I warn.

“We’re in a fucking meeting, Luca. I’m not sitting on your fucking lap,” Viktor grumbles.

My jaw clicks and I stand up, moving toward him and wrenching him up from where he’s reclined. My hand lands on his ass in a quick slap before he falls into me, his hands on my chest, mine on his hips. I spin us around and he ends up right where he should have been the entire time.

On top of me.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs as Anthony laughs lowly.

“Tatum would love this,” he remarks as I adjust Viktor on my lap, getting us both comfortable. I don’t plan on him moving anytime soon. As we sit there, my hand snakes up his shirt, touching his warm skin, and I feel him lean back slightly, grumbling the entire time, but loving it, nonetheless. He’ll never admit it, but he wants this.

He wants it so fucking bad.

“You ready to continue now?” Anthony asks, and I nod.

“Yes, now that he’s behaving.”

Viktor curses under his breath but doesn’t move, just sits there like the good boy he is.

“Now, where were we?” Anthony pauses a moment and then adds, “Ah yes. Diablo and Lex. We’ve tried all the conventional ways of finding out who is behind these murders and the distribution of Pink, but I think it’s time to ask them to assist. I’ll also ask them to comb over the footage from the club to see if they can see Henry there.”

“Good,” I say as my hand unbuttons Viktor’s jeans and my finger slides down that trail of hair near his groin. “Has the boy found at Sabrina’s said anything?”

“No, he still can’t remember anything. He doesn’t even know his own name.”

“Well, fuck,” I murmur, continuing to tease that bit of skin on Viktor’s lower abdomen.

“Our contact in the police force isn’t much help either but Senator Ruiz is now aware of what’s currently happening on the streets.”

“And what the fuck is he going to do?” Vik asks as I lower the zipper of his pants and cup his growing erection.

“They can do many things,” Anthony replies. “Draft legislation, limit certain drug trades, etcetera.”

Viktor huffs and leans back further, wanting more, but I don’t give it to him. Just hold him in my hand.

“Right, and we need him to know that it’s not us distributing this. Have you spoken to Raphael?” I ask.

“I did make him aware. He’s also looking out for whoever may be behind it. So far, there’s nothing. Just Viktor stating it was Henry who gave him the drugs and Amir from the club, who said he may know someone. Although we haven’t heard anything from him, so it may be a dead end.”

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