Page 129 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

“I am the fucking boogeyman, you stupid slut,” I snarled before sucking on her clit. She moaned, only to jolt upward when Lorenzo pinched her nipples and pulled hard. “I don’t use a goddamned electronic calendar.”

Lorenzo nuzzled her chest, lapping at her puffy, distended nipples. “I do, and I think you forgot to invite us because you don’t want us to murder him for disrespecting you.”

Nico bent down to kiss Lorenzo’s head.

This car wasn’t fucking big enough for these acrobatics. I lapped at the evidence of Sofia’s desire, my arms wrapped around her delicious thighs as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“I can murder him myself,” Sofia whined as her thighs clenched around my head, her climax imminent. “Dante, please!”

“Not today, kitten.”

Pulling back from the sweet temptation of her weeping pussy, I moved to the bench opposite her, then swore softly at her hurt expression, diving down to kiss her, devour her.

Before I could brush my lips against hers, Nico spoke.

“Spit in her mouth,” he commanded softly. “Let her tasteherself on you, but don’t you dare give her the pleasure of a kiss.”

Sofia’s eyes widened.

“Open up, slut,” I said, hard as a fucking rock as she obeyed, sticking out her tongue to catch my spit as it dropped. She swallowed, then licked her lips, holding my gaze with hers. Gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

“It came up at the last minute,” she said. “But I did share it to your calendars.”

“Did your phone stop working?” Lorenzo asked. “Because you could have?—”

“Enough!” Her voice cracked through the car like a whip. “Play games with me because you want to play games, but don’t for one moment think that I don’t have the right to take meetings whenever the hell I want.”

She righted her clothes, glaring at the three of us.

“Six months ago, Sergio Accardi fucking kidnapped you,” I growled.

“And I killed him,” Sofia reminded us softly.

Silently, she repaired her appearance, then pulled each of us in for a quick kiss, despite Nico’s frown. “I didn’t mean to leave you out of the meeting,” she repeated.

Twenty minutes later, Su Chang angled his body over the table, leaning over her, as if Sofia would be intimidated by his mere physicality.

“You know what they say,” he said. “If you owe the bank a million dollars, you’ve got a problem. If you owe the bank a hundred million dollars, the bank’s got a problem.”

Sofia blinked, the only sign that his arrogance had nonplussed her. She spoke in rapid Mandarin, her voice icy and calm, as if Su Chang hadn’t just spouted bullshit at my wife.

Su Chang paled.

“You owe me ten million fucking dollars,” she snarled in English. “And this bank is backed by the Oscuro fortune.”

“I don’t have it,” he said, leaning back, confident. “I want to renegotiate.”

Sofia raised an eyebrow. “Renegotiate? You were supposed to send me the raw materials for manufacturing fentanyl, and instead, you sent me fucking flour.”

Lorenzo and I exchanged a long look. Sofia had taken to running my empire—our empire—like a fish to water. Men, and it was always men, saw this beautiful woman, raised by the mafia, in a public relationship with three men, and underestimated her.

Like I had.

Over and over again.

Until I was faced with incontrovertible evidence that SofiafuckingOscuro had bigger balls than I did. Instead of waiting for me to get my thumb out of my ass and save her, she’d saved herself. And our daughter.

“There must have been some mistake. I sent you everything you’d asked for. The containers must have gotten switched.”

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