Page 71 of Chaos & Carnage

I’m so caught up in watching them that I startle when two hands land on my hips, holding me in place while two very hard cocks grind against me. Turning, I grab one in each hand, pulling and tugging until precum drips from their tips.

With an animalistic growl, Enzo rips his lips from Dante’s and grabs me by the shoulders. Spinning around, he bends me over the counter and, kicking my feet wide, slams into my already primed pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, watching in the mirror as Enzo thrusts into me. His gaze is locked on where we join, watching as he slides in and out, but it’s the reverent look on his face, like he can’t believe he’s balls deep inside me, that plucks at my heartstrings.

Flicking my gaze to Dante, I find him watching us too. He smirks when he catches my eye, and holding my gaze, he lowers his lips to Enzo’s shoulder, sucking and biting his way up his neck. I can’t see his hands, but based on Enzo’s moans and the occasional stumbling thrust, I’m guessing he’s prepping him.

I know as soon as Dante starts to slide into him, a litany of curses escapes Enzo’s lips, and he stops his movements, his fingers digging into my skin. All I can do is watch with wide eyes. I swear the room grows warmer with every inch Dante sinks into him until he’s fully seated.

“Holy fuck,” Enzo groans. “I’ve never… This feels so fucking fantastic. But fucking hell, I need to move.” He grunts, “Dante,move.”

Enzo finds the strength to remain still as Dante pulls out before slamming back in. The forward momentum drives Enzo into my channel with a renewed force that has my hips smacking against the counter. I cry out, Enzo curses, and Dante hisses, the three of us finding a deliciously rough and intoxicating rhythm.

“No, no, no, no,” I moan, my legs shaking as I bite down on my lower lip, failing miserably at staving off my orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Enzo groans behind me. “Fuck, Sawyer.” A second later, I feel him swell inside me before his cum coats my walls. Dante’s thrusts become ruthless, and a moment later, he roars his own release.

“Was that everything you ever dreamed of, Spitfire?” Enzo jokes—although he’s still panting from the exertion.

“We aresodoing that again.”

The three of us jump in the shower to clean up before climbing back into bed to finally get some sleep. For the first time since I chopped off Giovanni’s head, I feel at peace. I’d been a nervous wreck when Dante had asked me to attend tonight. I had no idea formal evenings like that were a part of the Antonelli lifestyle. However, it made me realize I don’t know anything about being an Antonelli. I never had the opportunity to experience Dante’s world before.

Thankfully, it was nowhere near as bad as I expected. I hadn’t a clue who anyone was, but they weren’t the evil people I had made them out to be in my head. Of course, just because Giovanni, Santos, and the other men Giovanni was close with were the devil incarnate, doesn’t mean everyone in the organization is. Dante explained that he has been vetting everyone, and if they pass his process, then I guess they deserve a chance, just like I gave the Rejects a chance.

However, it was Dante’s reassurance that the five of us would work everything out that has me feeling so settled. As sleep comes to claim me, I actually feel like everything I want is within reach. I feel quietly confident that I could juggle the Rejects’ world and the Antonellis’, and that, with time, perhaps the two could coalesce. I’m on the cusp of having all four of my men the way I want.Yeah, things are really starting to look up.

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“What is this place?” I ask the next day as my eyes scan over the various artifacts and pieces of artwork stacked all the way to the rafters in this inconspicuous warehouse down by the Antonelli docks.

“My father had his fingers in many different pies,” Dante explains, walking beside me as he takes me on a tour of the warehouse. “And while there were several I didn’t agree with and am taking great efforts to demolish, there are others, like this warehouse, that I think have much potential.”

“And, uh, what exactly is this warehouse?”

“It’s full of black-market antiquities.” Walking over to the closest shelf, he grabs something and turns to face me, holding his palm out. Hesitantly, I reach out to take a spiraling, snake-shaped gold bracelet.

“Oh,” I say, surprised by the weight of it as I turn it over in my hand.

“That’s a Dacian bracelet,” Dante says, the name meaning nothing to me. “A gold armband. It’s one of several that were looted from an archaeological dig in Romania. Worth about $100,000.”

I gape at him, carefully handing the bracelet back over, now officially terrified I’ll drop it or ding it and greatly diminish its worth.

“Why do you have all this?” I ask, staring around at the numerous other artifacts. There must be millions—billions?—of dollar’s worth in here. That’s… insanity!

“My father collected them—money is power, after all—but he never devoted the time to properly develop the connections necessary to sell them.”

“And that’s what you’re going to do?”

“It’s a highly lucrative industry and far less morally compromising than prostituting and selling girls, which is how my father chose to fund the Family.”

My eyes have been opened plenty in the last few days aboutexactlywhat disgusting filth Giovanni was into, and even at that, I’m relatively sure Dante isn’t telling me all of it. He never did answer my question about whether or not he found any more girls locked up in that skyscraper, but he did say that he’s commissioned for the building to be torn down. So I’m guessing that is my answer. It makes me fucking sick every time I think about it.

“I think dealing in antiquities is an excellent idea.”

Dante smiles, a gorgeous genuine one that he so rarely shows. “Good, I’m glad. I was hoping you would.” His eyes flick away as he lifts a hand to nervously play with the knot of his tie. “I was also going to talk to Cain about setting up a committee comprised of both Rejects and Antonelli men. Somewhere where each organization could bring any issues or developments, and where both could bring ideas for how to improve Black Creek.”

All I can do is stare at him for a second, unable to believe what I’m hearing. Of course, Cain has to actually agree, but I know he will. He’ll do it for me, but he’ll also do it because he recognizes it’s the best thing for the Rejects and the city. I know he’s been worried that Dante will go back on his word or that Dante will magically morph into his father now that he’s carrying the weight of all this power around. However, after what I’ve seen today, I don’t for one second believe that that is a concern—not that I ever truly did.

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