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He said no more as he kept fucking me, his thrusts going more erratic. I pressed back against him, encouraging my man to take his pleasure from me.

“Theia,” he grunted. “Fuck, yes, Theia.”

The way he groaned when he came, emptying himself inside me, had me smiling. He slowed to a halt a few moments later, his breaths heavy against my skin as his chest rose and fell on my back. We stayed like that for a minute, both of us regaining our equilibrium.

“They can’t actually see us if they look up,” he murmured. “It’s two-way glass.”

I had a feeling that was the case, but the illusion of it was enough. I didn’t want his men seeing us this way. Not really.

“Thank you for indulging in my exhibitionism.”

“You still owe me a private show.”

I smiled as he pulled away.

“Anytime, Gil. All you have to do is ask.”

He didn’t respond, but I knew he’d heard me. The man would store the piece of information away to use at his discretion. It was how we worked.

The two of us cleaned up as best we could in the small bathroom across from his office. When we were done, he took my hand and led me back downstairs. No one looked at us, but I was relatively sure they’d heard me being railed by Gil even if they couldn’t see us.

“Where are we going now?”

“I didn’t finish your lesson.”

“I’ve had enough of those for today, don’t you think?”

Gil chuckled and shook his head.

“Just wait until we get home. I was serious about showing you where all the weapons are.”

I almost shook my head. It didn’t actually bother me that he had a lot of weapons. And I would appreciate knowing where they were, so I didn’t randomly stumble across them without meaning to.

“Okay, but it still doesn’t mean I want to have to fire a gun, you know.”

He ruffled my hair, making me scowl.

“I’d only expect it in a life or death situation, which I’m hoping you’ll never be in.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He would never put me in such a position on purpose. It was other people I was more worried about. Like his cousins and all the shit going on with them. I trusted Gil to find a way out of this mess. He’d grown more confident in his role as the weeks went by. When he talked about himself being head of the mafia, it was with certainty. I don’t know if he realised he was doing it, but I’d noticed. And I couldn’t have been prouder of him for finding his feet. He could do this. He’d proven it, but only time would tell if Gil believed in himself enough to be the leader everyone else saw him as.

Thirty Eight

Gilberto

Theia’s hand tightened in mine, betraying her nerves about being around my family. I hadn’t been able to put Zayn off with this whole dinner thing. She’d reluctantly agreed to come with me. I wasn’t keen on leaving her alone at the penthouse, even though she’d be safe there.

Arianna answered the door with a bright smile on her face, her brown eyes glinting with happiness when she saw both of us. My skin prickled slightly with the memory of meeting her birth mother, and the fact I had to tell her about it.

“Come in, come in.”

I pulled Theia inside. She would be fine. I knew she could handle herself. Ari shut the door behind us and turned to me.

“We’ll get introductions out of the way in a minute. Come through.”

She walked by us towards the kitchen at the end of the hallway. Zayn’s partner was in a dark purple dress that fell to her knees, complimenting her tawny brown skin. Her curly hair was flowing freely over her shoulders, something I knew my brother liked. I’d seen him playing with her hair on multiple occasions when he thought no one else was watching.

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