Page 11 of Mafia Toy

“And?” I asked, unable to read her.

“And I …” She fumbled with the contract and slid it across the desk. “I want to do it.”

The corner of my lips twitched up as I grabbed the contract from her. “Do what?”

“I want to be your toy.”

After a couple of moments of staring at her intensely, I flipped to the last page of the contract, spotted her signature, and smirked. “Abele!” I shouted to my men.

The security guard opened the door and stuck his head into the room. “Yes, sir?”

“Bring the car around the back.”

When Abele disappeared, I stood and held out my hand for her to take. “You will start tonight. Laila will be surprised. She’s been waiting for your reply since last Friday, Sage.”

Hesitantly, she grabbed my hand. “And you?” she asked. “How do you feel about it?”

Guiding her toward the door, I chuckled. “This might’ve been Laila’s idea, but I’ve been waiting for your response almost as much as she has. After seeing how excited my wife was when she saw you last weekend, I can’t wait to tie you up and have my way with both of you.”

Not only because it made Laila happy, but because if this worked out, then Laila would have someone there for her if the FBI found something incriminating on us and hauled me off to prison. I didn’t trust any men with Laila, but Sage …

I had looked into her history the first night that Laila glanced over at her and found that they had a lot of the same interests before I married Laila. The girls in the family had changed my wife, and I wanted her to find love in her art projects again.

Sage shifted slightly and rubbed her thighs together while we walked down the hall, opposite of the club and to a back door. Abele opened the door for us, glancing briefly at her hand in mine, then handed me the keys.

“Don’t call me for the night,” I said to Abele, glancing at Sage. “Laila and I will be busy.”

After curtly nodding at me, Abele shut the back door. I slid into the driver’s seat and peered at Sage, who pressed her hands to her thighs in an attempt to stop them from bouncing.

Once I drove about ten blocks down, I pulled into the underground parking lot of my luxury skyrise building. Nervously, she shuffled out of the car and walked with me to the elevators as I tapped on my phone to send her the first half of the payment.

“You will get half now,” I said, pressing the top button in the elevator. “Half once this year is complete. All your expenses will be paid, and you’ll live in this building, a couple of floors down from us. We already have a place set out for you.”

Sage’s phone buzzed, and my payment popped up on her screen. A deposit of $500,000.

When the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her hand. “Come. We’re going to see my wife.”

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Once Constantino pressedhis finger to the door pad and tapped a couple of buttons on his lock, the door swung open, and I was hit with a shit ton of nerves. Yet, instead of moving back like I usually did, I stepped into their penthouse and gulped.

It smelled just like her in here, the air doused in her rosy perfume.

“Laila,” Constantino called, his usual demanding voice calm now.

“In here!” Laila shouted from inside the home. “I’ve been waiting all day for you.”

He placed a hand on my lower back and guided me down the hallway, toward a back room. A soft moan drifted down the hall, and I swallowed hard, the heat gathering between my legs.

What will Laila do once she finds me here? Does she even know I am coming?

When we reached the last door, I stopped in my tracks. Laila was lying back on the bed in the sexiest pair of maroon lingerie I had ever seen, her eyes closed, her breasts barely covered, and her fingers dragging along her lacy panties that didn’t hide anything.

“Look who I brought home for us, doll.”

Laila opened her intense brown eyes and froze, sucking in sharply. For a moment, I thought she wanted to pull her hand away, but when her lips curled into a small smirk, she continued playing with her wet folds, the sight making me clench.

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