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Zamir is still eating her but has now brought his mouth up further to clean up my mess. “Z, you greedy whore, cleaning up my mess for me.”
“Mmm, you like that, Djale I Bukur?” Fuck, I shouldn’t like that nickname, but the Albanian rolling off his tongue has my dick twitching back to life. “You both taste perfect together.”
Ellie is moaning each time we talk. “You like what you hear,Mi Amor?Make him come like the whore you are, and I want a taste.”
That takes him over the edge, coming into Ellie’s mouth; Zamir grits out a, “Fuucckkk” while holding onto her ass and thighs.
Ellie climbs off his face, prowling over to me. She straddles my lap, taking my jaw in one hand, I open for her willingly. She hovers over me, letting Zamir’s cum run into my mouth. All I hear is Zamir groaning and him walking over to me.
“Swallow, both of you.”
1. Whore - In This Moment
Chapter 22
Marcello
I’m in bed going through my late-night routine, checking the cameras and location of Ellie.1To my surprise, I see myRagazza Dolceis at the same place I am; that’s not good for anyone. She shouldn’t be this close to me. It’s dangerous. I’m sending off a text to Noah to get him to pull footage; this is his job, after all. Why I wasn’t notified, I have no clue, but I’m sure as hell about to find out.
Marcello
Why the fuck is Ellie in mybuilding?
Noah
She’s not? Is she?
I don’t know why the fuck he’s been so distracted the past couple of weeks, but I’m going to take a goddamn kidney with the next fuck up. I’m really wondering if he could be crossing me. I won’t do it over text; he can lie. No one can lie to my face, though. I really can’t trust anyone besides Vin. Noah’s one of the best hackers I’ve come across, but I won’t hesitate to kill his ass if he’s fucking with my business or the safety of the ones I love.
Marcello
I’m looking at her phone tracker right now, and guess where the dot is?
Sitting on top of mine. I need the reasoning, and I need it now, Noah. You know this isn’t safe for her.
Noah
I’m on itnow, boss.
“Nash Hayden,” I blurt out down the hall. I’ve been waiting at my door for him to head out for his morning practice.
“Hi, I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name. You’re the owner of Club Onyx, correct?” God, he’s so fucking innocent. He has no clue I want to smash his windpipe until he’s choking on pieces of it.
“Marcello Barone.” He sticks his hand out to shake. I do the same, grasping him in a firm shake. “And yes, I am the owner of the Club as well as this building and happen to be your lovely neighbor.” They probably wondered who owned the other side. Zamir and Nash’s penthouses are on the same side whereas there’s only one door on my side of the hall.
“Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet the owner. I didn’t think you would live here or on the top floor with us, but I guess that makes sense.”Rambling little fuck.
I watched Ellie walk out last night, thankful these shitheads did one thing right, walking her to her car. This was after Noah filled me in on her walking into the building and going right to Nash’s door from the elevator. So, I’m guessing they were hanging out again. We also figured out that Zamir was in there as well. What the fuck they were doing, I’ll never know. Watching Nashand Ellie fuck in her apartment was hard enough.Says the voyeurism kink you live on that had your dick in your hand, coming within minutes.
Zamir’s family has mafia ties, but they’ve always been quiet, so I’ve left him alone. Noah still requires some more digging—I don’t trust him. If he’s going to be around myRagazza Dolce, he needs to be able to protect her. But also not be a risk to her safety.
I figured Nash would be a one-time fuck, then she would push him off to the side like she has been since she finally left her worthless-ass ex. That clearly hasn’t been the case.These two are getting too close for my liking.
We walk into the elevator and right when the doors are shut, I’m pushing into him, chest-to-chest, walking him back to the mirrored wall. He starts to stutter out, "Wo—woah woah, man, what’s wrong?"
“I’m going to say this once—I don’t want to have to hurt you. You’re a good quarterback and are going to make me lots of money, but you will leave myRagazza Dolcealone.” We’re eye to eye, and I grit out, “Do you understand?”
“Is that Ellie?” I grab hold of his neck in a punishing grip.
