Page 6 of Bad Boss

I follow Mrs. Russo, Bianca, and Kat to the kitchen.

By the time we serve the meal, my side is hurting from laughing so much. These women are hilarious, and they already act as if I’m one of the family.

“How did you get that gorgeous woman to give you the time of day?” Brendan looks at his older brother and raises an eyebrow. Oh, no. What’s this? I knew this family was too perfect.

“He had to pay her,” Jake pipes in, and I feel Eric stiffen next to me.

“Fuckers,” Eric roars. “I’ll kick both your asses.”

“Oh. I’m really worried.” Brendan shakes his head.

I can’t believe these men went from “happy family” to “wanting to kill each other” in the blink of an eye. I’m about to jump in and stand up for Eric when Mrs. Russo calmly turns to her husband. “Frank, take the boys to the back and fix this situation.”

Mr. Russo smiles at his wife. “We’re going to let off a little steam.” He points at the door. “Come on, boys.” All the men get up and follow him. Even the twins.

Bianca pats my hand. “It’s time you learn all about the Russo men and what they do when they go out back to let off a little steam.”

“They’re really going to the man cave to watch a game on television,” Kat pipes in. “It’s a Russo family tradition.”

“It’s their excuse to get away from the women and exercise their testosterone.” Bianca laughs. “And we get some time without all the he-man antics.”

Okay. This family is a little nuts, but I freaking love them already.

CHAPTER6

ERIC

I siton the leather sofa and prop up my right leg. My moron brothers are arguing about what game we’re going to watch with my brother-in-law. At the end of each family dinner, the Russo boys leave the table and head out back to “blow off a little steam.” We take turns starting an argument, then my mother orders us to go somewhere and fix it. Our acting is getting worse with age, and we don’t fool anyone. Even four-year-old Tatiana knows it’s all bullshit.

“You’re awfully quiet.” My dad hands me a can of soda. “Do you need some pain medication?”

I shake my head. “I’m not in pain.” At least not in my healing limbs. Being away from my girl actually causes my heart to ache.

“So, when are you going to make a move on Lynette?” Hudson asks, and I attempt to ignore the nosy asshole.

“Do you need our help?” Jake hands me a beer and drops down on the end of the sofa. “I mean, we were able to catch our women.” Fucker. Asshat. Like I need help from the Russo morons.

“Thanks, but I have it all under control.”

“I bet.” My older brother shakes his head. “That’s why you’re still a surly asshole.”

“No.” I point my beer at him. “I’m an asshole because you morons are getting in my business.”

My dad walks over and sits next to me. “We’re just trying to help you,” he assures me. “We don’t want to see you fuck things up.” Great. My family has no confidence in me at all.

“I’ll let you guys know if I need your help.” I give them the response they’re looking for, hoping to get them off my ass.

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As we drive home,I glance at my girl. God, she’s fucking beautiful. And all mine. “I hope my family didn’t scare you.”

“Not at all. I love them.” She pats my leg and my cock wakes up. Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths and will the fucker to calm the hell down.

“Good. They love you, too,” I tell her.I love yousits on my tongue, but I hold the words back. I don’t want to scare her off by rushing things.

Brendan follows us to my house for the nightly shit show. I hate having to depend on another man to take care of my basic needs. Every day, I count the days down on the calendar, waiting to get these fucking casts off.

After my younger brother leaves, I’m sitting on the sofa watching television, hoping it lulls me to sleep. I sense Lynette walking into the room and feel my cock harden. The fucker.

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