“Fuck, yes, I am.” He slaps my cheek, making me groan. “I want my cum dripping from your pussy and my plug buried in your ass during dinner and our meeting.”
He thrusts so deep, his pelvis hits the plug, setting me off like fireworks. My cries of pleasure echo down the alley, but it feels too good to care if someone hears us as Tristan stills, filling me up with his hot, thick release.
A moment later, he’s pulling out and lowering my dress. “Fast is fun, but I prefer to be buried in you for hours.” He fixes his pants, then gives my ass a slap that jars the plug, nearly getting me off again.
“Both ways are great.” I sound drunk as I slip my panties back on. “No objections.”
Even after weeks, the passion between us continues to grow stronger each day. It’s been amazing making up for years of bad sex with the talented mobster who knows exactly what I need. We’re thinking about getting our own swing for the apartment, and I can’t wait.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Taking my hand, he pulls me back inside and to our table of guests, his two cousins and…Saint Rovina. They all must know where we’ve been and what we were doing, since we’re both still breathing heavy, but none say a word about it as we take our seats. Me more slowly and delicately than Tristan. Even then, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“What’s he doing here?” Creed asks with a nod of his head toward Saint.
“When Stella found out what happened, that Tristan got shot, she told Saint. He said he wanted to help, so I invited him,” Dre explains.
“You should’ve invited all the bosses to deal with this shit,” Saint mutters, cooling my libido as I try to focus on the reason we’re all here.
“Saint, this is District Attorney Kirsten Hunt. Kirsten, Saint Rovina,” Tristan says in introduction. The frazzled looking man barely acknowledges me.
“I think Aiden Sanna has enough on his plate, and there’s no reason to drag Gideon into this mess,” Creed replies.
“I’ve got enough on my plate too,” Saint says. “In case you forgot, my sister is still being held captive by that prick, Kai.”
Oh, right. Tristan told me some of the drama going on with the families.
“I know. And I’m sorry. If there was something I could do to bring Cami home, I would do it. I’ve got private investigators in several states on the lookout for her.”
“You do?” Saint asks Creed in surprise.
“Of course. We’re family now.”
“I still can’t believe I’m here, willingly joining a meeting with mob bosses,” I remark with a smile and shake of my head. “Just so you know, my relationship with Tristan doesn’t mean I’m doing any of you shady favors.”
“That’s right. If your guys get arrested in Manhattan, then you’re on your own,” Tristan reiterates.
“What the hell is this?” Serafina asks when she walks into the private room with a server and takes us all in. “I thought I was meeting with the DA about my dad’s murder.”
“You are,” Creed says. “And we think we know who is behind his death. Come in and sit down.”
She glances around at everyone hesitantly before pulling out the closest chair and sitting. The server retreats as if he knows we’re about to get down to serious business.
Creed even gets up and closes the door, giving us more privacy.
“I know you’ve been eager to find the shooter, and while we haven’t acquired any new evidence, there’s cause for us to believe that it was Bowen who arranged the hit,” I begin.
“You thinkmy brotherkilled our father and came after you,” Serafina says with a shake of her head. “You’re wrong.”
“Bowen had more to gain from your father’s death than anyone,” Tristan jumps in and tells her. “And he had things he was hiding from your father, shit your father would’ve killed him for if he had found out.”
“Like what?” Serafina asks.
“We should start at the beginning and give you the whole truth,” Creed says. “Bowen set up the raid that got my brother Carmine killed. He planned to have those cops kill me, too, probably Tristan and Dre as well, to wipe out all the Ferraro blood relatives.”
“Why would Bowen do that?” Serafina asks.
“Because he wanted your family to take over as the boss of bosses,” Creed answers. “I don’t believe he acted with your father’s knowledge. And if your father had known what he planned to do, I think he would’ve stopped him. Your old man and I both wanted peace between all five families. Weston kept a low profile because he knew it was best for his business. Being the boss of bosses would’ve put more attention on him, making his hitman-for-hire empire suffer.”
“Fine, so that sounds like my father. He respected the other four families, and I doubt he would’ve engaged in any sort of violence to take one out.”
