Page 103 of Sinful Honor

I looked at her beautiful face—even in sleep, she looked absolutely gorgeous—then slowly extricated my arm.

Whatever Hawk needed, calling three times within ten minutes seemed excessive—especially for him.

I got up and dressed in a loose tee and shorts, then my eyes fell on her once more.

How could I’ve forgotten to use a condom?

In my thirty-two years on this Earth, I’d never forgotten. Not once.

Wasn’t even tempted.

Until her.

Nobody ever had the kind of logical-thinking-killing effect on me.

Nobody but Sophie.

The name didn’t fit her. Sophia—the Italian pronunciation, maybe, but even that sounded too meek for the fiery girl she was.

Girl, woman. Fuck.

She was twenty—barely an adult.

And I’d just taken her virginity.

Without using a condom.

Three cardinal sins in one fell swoop.

What a great start to this old new life.

A Mafia man in action. Black soul, black heart, and black morals equate to questionable actions.

God damn it.

I looked at her serene face once more before I closed the door—leaving it unlocked.

She was free to go—I owed her that much—even though I could taste the desire to lock her up tight and keep her mine on my tongue.

Sweet and addictive as my grandmother’s susumelle.

Fuck.

I needed to focus—and not on her.

I waited until the call connected, then pressed the phone against my ear. “Hawk.”

“Falcon.”

“What do you need?”

“Somebody we both know needs to reach you. I’ll send you the number—call him now.”

Hawk ended the call. The urgency in his voice had me a little unsettled. I made my way to the control room, which was already occupied by Alessandro and Cristo—bickering as usual.

They both turned to me as soon as I entered.

Cristo’s grin was positively evil.

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