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“I’ll look her up.”
“I-” before I can ask how he can simply look her up by just her first name, I hear-
“Maksimo, Nikolai, Sasha,” from behind me.I turn to face the other capos in Tom ford suits. They stretch out their hands, and I take them. “Sabrina, it’s so nice to see you again. And this is?”
“This is the man my mother pays to report back to her - Parker.” I reply.
They nod with matching Cheshire-like grins on their faces. I’m inclined to say they’re very handsome for being older, but they’re dull in comparison to my men. Fierce Italian features – where I’m starting to see Maksim has more rogue-like Russian features that highlight certain traits. “Come, we only have a short span of time before we need to be home with our wives.”
“Samantha is here.” I reply.
“Samantha does not like to wait to be fed,” Vincenzo laughs. “She gets… what do you call it?”
“Hangry.” I laugh.
“Yes, more so now that we’re expecting our first child.”
I gasp. “Oh! She did not tell me that!”
“We haven’t told many people outside of our little bubble. She wants to wait until it’s appropriate. But a blessing is a blessing, and I’m excited.”
Maksim slaps a hand on his shoulder. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, old friend. What about you? Children in your future soon?”
Maksim beams at the older gentleman. “We want to enjoy each other a little longer.”
Vincenzo shrugs as we all step into a large steel elevator. “You’re still young. Look at me. I’ll be forty-three this year.”
Maksim hums, but the look he gives me says it’s a conversation he wants to have later. I gnaw on my bottom lip as the whirs of the steel box begin our descent. I keep my head down. Is it a conversation I can have?
The lift stops, and doors open. One by one, the men exit. I’m the last to step out, and I am in awe as every step we take, light after white light turns on. The space isimmense. The floor is a blinding white, waxed to perfection, and it’s chilly down here. I’m glad I decided to wear my sweats and trainers. On one side are all types of guns ranging from small to large behind a glass wall. Then, there are stalls and stalls – like a gun range – with the distance to the target going farther and farther, until I swear, one of them is nothing but a dot.
Mr. Bianchi turns slowly with a grand smile on his face. “Are you ready to begin?”
My smile widens to epic proportions. “Fuck yeah.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Maksim.
“Raise your arm just a little higher, Duchess.” I whisper into her ear, then place the earmuffs back over them. I love the way goosebumps erupt on her neck and disappear into the neckline of her sweater. Sabrina raises her right arm and shoots. The paper on the line is brought forth again, and this time she’s hit the target a lot closer to the bullseye.
There’s a sheen of sweat on her brow since we’ve been here for hours. Her arms are tired and trembling. I found out today that while my wife favors her right hand, she is ambidextrous. Which makes sense with how she can work my dick like a fucking pro and not lose her stride when she switches hands.
I really enjoy my wife.
“Good fucking job, wife. I think that’s enough for today, though. Rossi, Bianchi, and Sasha have gone for the day to be home with their wives, and I would like to go home and have dinner with mine.”
She exhales and looks at the target again. We’ve moved down ten out of the twenty stalls. Sabrina leans back to look at them, then back at me, lower lip coming out in a cute pout. “But I’ve almost gotten it.”
“We can come back the next time they’re able to clear it out for us. For now, you've gotten farther than a lot of first timers do.”
Just then we hear a gunshot coming from the last stall where Parker is standing. Niko brings the target forward, and we go to see he’s hit a perfect fucking bullseye. He grins devilishly. “I still got it.”
“You were a sniper for twelve years.”
“Fuck yeah, I was.” He replies, bringing Sabrina in for a big, wet kiss in front of Niko. She moans softly and leans into it. He reaches down to grab her ass with his empty hand and brings her further into his large body.
