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“And I’m not asking your permission,sis,” Felix said, his gaze turning to a challenge. “I’m telling you what I’m going to do, you’re going to accept it, and that’s that.”

“Over my dead body.”

TEN

LUCA

To clear my head, I took a deep breath after Jane left. But it didn’t work. I could still feel her around me, still smell her in my nostrils. God, she was intoxicating. I could still feel my gut clenching and unclenching from the mother of all blue balls as I ran a hand down my face. The excess energy inside me was turning into aggression.

I wanted to find Brandon at that moment and beat him to death for the interruption.

I almost got to have her again, to taste her. I could have had her spread out on my desk right now, licking her wet, soaking slit if that damn bastard hadn’t interrupted.

And what the hell did he even want anyway?

Just as I completed the thought, there was a tentative knock on the door. I instantly knew who it was.

“Now you knock?” I called out wryly.

Brandon stuck his head through the doors, looking very sheepish. “Sorry, boss. I thought I would be coming in to prevent you two from killing each other, not…that.”

“That’s why you walked in here?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said. “I also wanted to let you know that there has been some movement on the Morettis. Noises of some disturbance and possible chaos in their ranks.”

“What is it?” I probed, my interest instantly perking up. Chaos for the Morettis was good news for me, now more than ever.

“We don’t know, but it sounds like it’s a fight between brothers. The younger brother is not happy about the direction their group is going in. Word on the street is he’s not on board with the recent fire. Apparently, the leader is planning a few more.”

“Hmm.” Just a few weeks ago, one of our important booze shipments was set on fire at the harbor. I thought it might have been the Morettis because it was only a few weeks after the don’s wife’s death. I didn’t retaliate because the police were sniffing too close, and I figured an eye for an eye was good here.

But if he was planning more? I couldn’t very well let him bankrupt us, could I?

“Double our security on the ports and keep an eye out,” I instructed. Despite the news, I felt somewhat optimistic. If Brandon’s information was good, and it frequently was, then Moretti junior might be the key to this whole thing after all. I wondered if he was like me and if he was tired of all the bullshit too.

“See if we can get a meeting with him,” I said.

“With who?” Brandon blinked.

“The younger Moretti brother.”

Surprise raised his eyebrows closer to his hairline.

“You understand that’s gonna be a little tricky, right?” Brandon voiced, and I knew exactly what he meant.

“A hundred racks,” I told him. A hundred thousand dollars was enough to grease a few palms and ensure that the junior Moretti got the message about how serious we were.

Brandon nodded, but he didn’t leave, not even after I went to sit at my table.

“What?” I asked, tired of feeling his eyeballs on me.

“So, you and the manager….”

I sighed. Brandon could be as nosy as an old grandmother sometimes.

“What about it?”

“It’s just…well, I thought she looked familiar at first, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. But then, when I saw her yesterday, I finally figured it out. She’s Lorenzo’s ex-girl, isn’t she? He showed me a picture of her a few times before he took off. I remembered thinking she was so pretty that she looked unreal.”

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