“We were speaking about trafficking, I believe,” she continued, as if nothing else had happened, ignoring the gun I held pointed at Ferraro’s head. “My father spent decades eradicating it from this city, and I do not intend to let it flourish.”
“It’s good money,” Angelo Costa said from the other side of the table, warily watching me, a turnabout from what he’d promised when Nico killed Gio a few days before.
“Find another industry,” Sofia snapped. “Or I’ll burn the rest of your warehouses down and take over your territory.”
There it was, the bald threat that she wanted to avoid issuing.Oops.I loved watching the community that had spent so long taking her easy, calming presence for granted, have to face our kitten’s claws.
“Agreed,” said Mario Carlotti from the other end of the table.
“Yes, that was the law for decades. Why are we revisiting this now?” asked Francesco Baresi from beside Sofia.
“That’s four,” Tony said. He glared at Costa and Ferraro. “The Oscuros have my support in this.”
The minute Sofiaclimbed into the vehicle, she slumped, her face going slack. I clambered into the front seat, and Nico and Lorenzo bracketed her in the back, both of them eager to wrap their arms around our kitten. The smooth hum of the vehicle put her to sleep, leaning on Lorenzo’s shoulder as she softly snored. Nico carried her into our house, where Ginevra and her husbands waited, babysitting Lizzie.
Sofia woke up enough to kiss her daughter on her forehead while I updated Rian, Cormac, and Liam on the events of the day. Despite their promise to their wife to go entirely legitimate, they’d found that disentangling themselves entirely from organized crime to be impossible.
“If you hurt her, there won’t be any bodies left to mourn,” Liam said, his smile perfectly pleasant, but somehow radiating murderous rage at the same time.
Nico stopped me from going toe to toe with the Irishbutcher. “Sofia murdered Sergio. I don’t doubt she can take care of herself.”
Liam grabbed my neck. I let him haul me up on my toes, relatively confident I could win in a fight if I had to, but not eager to test the theory. “I said, don’t fucking hurt our girl.”
I didn’t ask where Liam had been the last four years, while Tony Russo made her life hell, or while she was burning her candle at both ends as a single mother. Instead, I nodded sharply. “Understood.”
Sofia was falling asleep on her feet by the time she reached her bedroom. When she protested that she could undress herself, I shushed her, carefully taking off her clothing and her jewelry before tucking her into the large bed we’d bought for her room.
Nico locked up, grabbing snacks and water, just in case.
“Come to bed,” she rasped finally, holding up her arms.
Never had we undressed so quickly before. Quickly, we had her nestled between Lorenzo and I, with Nico on the outside of the bed, his leg thrown over Lorenzo, his hand resting on Sofia’s waist.
“I love you,” she whispered into Lorenzo’s chest. “All three of you. And I’m never letting you go.”
EPILOGUE
DANTE
Six months later…
Sofia whined, unable to move, as Nico held her wrists and I held her thighs open in the back of our armored limo, devouring her pussy like my life depended on it. I slid my fingers out of her, then slammed them back in, twisting and turning them as she writhed on the car seat.
Sofia ran my empire—her empire,ourempire—with an iron first, and it’d be fucking bullshit to punish her for the steps she’d taken to grow it.
I didn’t mind doing it anyway, not if it kept her safe, not if it made her think twice before getting into her goddamned limo without a bodyguard to check it out first or meet with a fucking drug manufacturer without one of us by her side.
Nico didn’t either. These days he was more likely to be running our chemistry lab, testing new drugs and the ingredients we smuggled in from all over the world.
Surprising her in the limo had been his idea, and I admired his penchant for cruelty. He might praise the shitout of our delicious little slut, but when it came to her life, he’d punish her as severely as I would.
Lorenzo was still vanilla as shit. He might lean over her and slap her breasts from time to time, as he was now, alternating sharp impacts with soothing licks, but by and large, he only played when he was pissed.
Like right fucking now.
“You were going to meet with Su Chang without us,” he growled.
“I wasn’t,” Sofia lied, wincing as I nipped the sensitive inside of her thigh. “It’s on your fucking calendars!”