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“Remember when you called me an asshole, and I told you not to use the words anal and asshole in the same sentence with me?”

“Yes,” she bit out.

“This is when I collect on those words,bella. Your ass is mine, just like your pussy. Every morning, for the next few weeks, you will give me a morning blowjob, followed by me filling your beautiful ass with a plug.”

“Will I now?” she asked with clenched hands. It was starting to burn now.

“Yes, you will.” He sounded his ever-confident self. How aggravating. “Because at the end, I will reward you.”

Reward her? That, she could live with.

CHAPTER 18

GIO

Gio found out that married life wasn’t all that much different from being single, with the exception of having Jazzy’s body in his bed every night. A month into his marriage, and he still hadn’t sated his lust toward her. In fact, it had gotten worse. Fueled by the fact that she enjoyed sex—a lot—and could actually keep up with him, it had gotten to a point that he wanted to try new things. He wondered if she would like his surprise for her.

“So, do you want me to continue keeping a tab on Green, or is the file enough?”

“Gio?”

He looked up at his brothers and Hector staring at him. They gave him a knowing smirk; well, Jackson and Vince did—Hector rarely smiled.

“Jazzy’s starting a business.” Right from their mansion. Guess he should be thankful he didn’t find her starting out from the garage or basement, like some of her tech idols.

“So, how do you feel about that?” As always, Jackson got straight to the core.

Gio had been surprised to discover his wife actually wanted to work. The women he used to sleep with had been mostly in the business of finding a rich husband. He’d always figured that after he’d taken down the man who murdered his parents, he’d eventually take a wife. When he was in his forties. He would provide for her, never have her want for a thing in her life. That’s the way a man should be. Taking care of his family. Her wanting to work, earning money, did that mean she didn’t trust him to take care of her? To always provide for her?

“I find it...surprising.”

“You know, itisa new millennium,” Jackson said, while obviously trying to keep his face straight. “Women have jobs now.”

“Asshole.”

His thoughts trailed back to Jazzy. Which was an oddity in itself. He’d never given his mistresses another thought outside of the bedroom. So why was it that the little hellcat occupied his mind in the middle of a meeting? It must be because she was his wife. That made her different, he supposed. And that she waited up for him. He liked coming home to a sleepy-eyed Jazzy waiting up for him, no matter how late it was.

Gio looked over the file on Tom Green. The kid with the blue hair and set of piercings in one eyebrow. He reminded him of Vince back in the day. His brother had always been the most rebellious of them, going through various teenage stages. Vince would probably like the kid. Gio wasn’t sure yet.

“He’s harmless,” Hector continued, further briefing him about Green. “Graduated cum laude, having his pick of companies who’d want to hire him. Yet the kid works at a computer store. He doesn’t seem to have any contact with any relatives, other than with a grandmother in a nursing home. His bank account is practically empty, most of his earnings going to the nursing home. The grandmother is probably the reason he hasn’t taken any jobs out of San Francisco. He has no priors. There is, however, a case of him filing a report against his ex-boyfriend for assault.”

“How did that end?” If the abusive ex was still in the picture, he could be a risk. And a risk to Tommie, was a potential risk to Jazzy.

“The idiot attacked the cops when they wanted to question him, so the charges went up. He’s serving a six-year sentence right now.”

He closed the file on Green and put it next to the ones for the employees of the women’s shelter, and that of her brother-in-law, Franco Caruso. All potential dangers to his wife. The biggest one, however, was Caruso. According to the report, his finances were even worse than he’d believed, which would make a man of his disposition all the more dangerous. What especially concerned him was that, according to Vince, Caruso was responsible for the disappearance of one of his mistresses. He didn’t want Jazzy anywhere near the man.

He took out his phone when he felt it vibrate. He downloaded the photo Jazzy had sent him, and instantly his dick turned into solid steel. The woman was insane. He couldn’t look away from a close-up of her lovely ass, the tip of a pink butt plug poking out from between her rosy cheeks.

“Fuck.”

He realized he’d been wrong. The real reason why he couldn’t get her out of his mind was because the damn woman was always up to something.

He pressed the intercom and asked to be connected to the tech guy. “Jones, my wife just sent me a picture on my work phone. Erase it. And make sure it stays erased.”

A few ticks on a keyboard, then a whistle followed, making Gio grit his teeth. He’d never considered himself a possessive man, yet here he was, feeling all caveman over his own wife.

“Jones?”

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