Page 63 of The Beast

Flynn whistles. “Then he’s madder than I am.”

As we head into the kitchen, I make straight for the coffee machine and hear. “Hey, baby.”

Spinning around, I see a pretty girl head straight into Flynn’s arms and for some reason it makes me smile when I witness the happiness on both their faces.

“Louisa.”

At the sound of my voice, she turns and looks at me awkwardly, a blush staining her cheeks as she mutters, “Oh, um, hi…”

“Alessandro.”

I smile to put her at ease, but Flynn adds. “The Beast to everyone else. More like a puppy dog, really.”

As I fix him with my most ferocious glare, I don’t miss the way her skin pales as she gazes between us with concern.

Flynn merely rolls his eyes and, taking her hand, pulls her over to me.

Stepping forward, I kiss her on both cheeks and whisper, “If you ever need help with him, call someone else. He’s beyond any I can offer him.”

I wink as she giggles, relaxing a little and my heart lifts when a sleepy looking woman heads into the room, barefoot and wearing one of my t-shirts.

Her hair is messy, and she yawns deeply and yet as soon as she sees me her face lights up and I don’t miss the lust that sparks in her eyes.

Flynn sighs, causing her to spin around and the faint blush to her face when she sees Louisa and Flynn watching her with amusement, makes her say quickly, “I’m sorry, forgive my appearance but the aroma of coffee enticed me in here.”

Flynn laughs out loud. “You have never looked more perfect, Angel. Come and meet Louisa, my wife.”

A huge smile breaks across Winter’s face and she steps forward and, to all our surprise, hugs Louisa close and for a moment I wonder if she’s confusing her with her friend Emma who lived with us at Rockwell. Flynn had a thing for her, and it ended as they always did as one night only.

She pulls away and says with tears glistening in her eyes, “Thank you so much.”

“For what?” Louisa appears confused and Winter says softly, “For making Flynn so happy and for helping bring me home.”

Louisa appears a little emotional. “I’m so happy it all worked out.”

Winter nods and, looking past her, catches my eye and I swear if we were alone, I would be inside her right now. “It’s good to be back.”

I hand her a coffee before slipping my arm around her shoulder and pull her close, leaning down and breathing in the sweet soft scent of my woman.

It’s typical that Angelo chooses this moment to walk in, hand in hand with Jasmine, and the amusement on her face is the opposite of the frown on his.

Winter makes to move, but I keep a firm hold on her and growl, “Morning guys.”

Jasmine grins wickedly as Angelo sighs, before his expression softens and he heads straight for Winter and plucks her from my side. As his own arms wrap around his sister, I can almost taste their emotion as they block out the rest of the room and enjoy the fact they are back together again.

I watch as the tears blur in Jasmine and Louisa’s eyes as they stare at a scene I’m not sure any of us believed we’d see again, and it’s only when Malik glides into the room that they pull apart when he says briskly, “I’ve spent an interesting night delving into Massimo’s past and you may be interested in what I found.”

We all stare at him with eager expressions and Angelo nods toward the door. “We’ll talk over breakfast. I have a feeling this will be a long conversation.” As we head off, it strikes me that Malik must have discovered something good because even he looks excited, and I hope that whatever it turns out to be is a good thing and won’t interfere with the happiness we are enjoying right now.

CHAPTER35

WINTER

Even though I love my family and I consider Club Mafia to be that family, I only really want to be with Alessandro. It’s as if we have so much time to make up for and I wish I was nestled in his arms, skin on skin, feeding him breakfast instead of attending a family one. The fact I’m underdressed hasn’t escaped anyone’s notice and I’m guessing I look a wreck due to my aversion to looking in the mirror.

There are still many puzzle pieces to slot into place and as we take our seats, I love that Alessandro’s hand runs up and under the t-shirt and teases my bare pussy that is always so wet for him.

I shift awkwardly as Angelo smiles on my other side and leans in. “We should spend the morning together. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

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