Page 23 of Labria

“Your brother invited me to his place in New York.” I caught a glimpse of her padded headboard in the background of the phone screen. “I can see you’re in bed.”

“You are too and you’re not wearing a shirt. Does that mean you’re not wearing anything?”

“I sleep in the nude.”

“I do too. See, we have something in common.” She batted her eyelashes at me.

“You looked rather handsome in your suit at dinner. Can I get a look at what’s under the suit since you’re not wearing anything now?”

I thought about what I was doing before I did it. Who would know if I showed her?

I pushed the duvet down to my waist and placed the phone above my chest and moved it down my abs. I stopped short of my cock. Something in my head told me to chill. I lifted the cell back to my face.

“Now it’s your turn.” I quickly said before she could ask to see my package.

“No way. I have to save something for our next conversation.” Lolita teased.

“Who said there will be a next time?” I baited.

“There is always a next time.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, I’m coming to Las Vegas in a few weeks, and I’m going to take you out to dinner.”

“You’re taking me to dinner?” I repeated.

“Yes, who doesn’t want to break bread with our Lord and Savior?”

“Lord and savior, I am not.” I grinned into the cell.

“Well, that’s what people call you.”

“No one calls me that.”

“Maybe not to your face, but people call you Lord and Savior.”

“Why?”

“Because all mobsters have nicknames and you, sir, came out of the abyss. A Bregoli long-lost son is something to be celebrated. You were placed at the top like you were what BMF needed to come and save the day.”

“So, does everyone in the organization have a moniker?”

“Not everyone, only the people that matter.”

“People like 50 Cenzo.”

“All your brothers and the capos for sure.”

“All of my brothers?” I thought about it. I didn’t know everyone’s nickname.

“Yeah.”

“What do they call Frankie?”

“Fat Neck Frankie.”

“That’s not very flattering.”

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