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Tommy sits forward. “I know them. They’re legit. Reliable guys.”

I consider his words.

“And you’re sure Ricardo isn’t involved?” I ask, wincing on his name. As much as I could throttle my absent son with my bare hands, I want none of this backfiring on him. I don’t even want him to fucking know about any of it. He walked away from our life, and it wasn’t until Rafael suggested he become a replacement fiancé to the girl Rocco was arranged to marry that we needed him to fulfill his destiny, and still, the little cunt acts up.

Nope, keep him the fuck out of it.

“What connection do they have to the O’Connells?” Rafael asks.

“None.” Tommy’s eyebrows furrow. “Not that I know of anyway.”

“They will have a connection. They didn’t pluck this MC out of nowhere. Do some research. We don’t sign this contract with them until we know of a connection and how it benefits them,” he declares, and pride takes over me at the way he’s handling things.

“I’ll ask around. I know a few MC guys to ask.” Rocco shrugs, and I nod.

“What about asking Owen?” I throw out there.

“The man is good, but he’s loyal. If he doesn’t want usto find something out, then we won’t,” Rafael asserts. “Leave him out of this.” I nod my agreement.

My phone vibrates, and my pulse picks up, then I almost choke on the smoke of my cigar at the plush, pink pussy staring back me—a swollen one, thanks to the hammering it took from me this morning.

My cock reaches toward my belt, and I have no choice but to adjust it.

Me: Does Daddy need to kiss it better?

I lick my lips, my mouth watering to taste my cum on her sweet pussy lips.

Me: Lick it too?

Me: Put my tongue inside your little hole while you drip onto me.

The table rattles, and I snap my gaze up into my angry son’s dark eyes. “Are you fucking listening?” Rafael looks fit to burst.

“He’s sexting.” Rocco’s beams.

Rafael’s gaze slices toward him. “What?”

Rocco motions toward my phone. “Papa, he’s learned how to sext. Haven’t you, Papa?”

My son’s antics will be the death of me, and Rafael too, it appears. “Shut the fuck up.” I reach over the table to take a swipe at his head, but he moves quicker than me, used to the threat by now.

My phone vibrates and I glance down at it.

Gracie: Yes please, Daddy.

Jesus.

“We’re fucked,” Rafael throws out, and I couldn’t agree more.

I’m absolutely fucked.

Chapter Thirteen

Vinny

The knock comes to the door, and I shout out for them to enter. Bren O’Connell—the O’Connell Mafia don—is followed inside by his brother Oscar. Somehow, Oscar’s glower is much more abrasive than his Mafia don brother’s.

“You kept us waiting,” he clips out, glancing at his watch. “We’ve only got twenty-two minutes remaining, so I suggest you’re quick.”

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