As time passes, loneliness gets the better of me. The cramping in my balls and the intolerant hardness of my dick haven’t subsided. My brain is telling me to stay in my office, but my spiked libido demands satisfaction—and not by my hand. It wants her.
Fucking idiot.
I fumble with my iPhone and hit speed dial, drumming my fingers next to the Eurasian Diamond credit card I’d used to make thin, powdery tracks on the glassy desktop.
“Fuck… Dré… brother… I love you, man, but this is—” my younger brother Matheus grunts. “—bad—” Grunt. “—fucking—” Grunt. “—timing.”
A female moan sails through the airwaves, tingles over my scalp, and races to my aching boner. “You answered the phone while you’re fucking?” I laugh quietly, not surprised. He learned from the master—me. “Call me back sometime, cabron. I miss your ugly face.”
I leave him to it and hang up, tapping on my twin brother’s contact details. After ten long fucking rings, he finally answers me.
“What the fuck, Dré?” Giovanni mumbles, his voice croaky from sleep. “Another all-nighter?”
“You could say that.” I swivel the chair to take in the view of the city I call home. “Does Project H mean anything to you?”
Giovanni breathes into the phone, and I swear the fucker has gone back to sleep until he mutters, “Don’t tell me… it’s an exclusive sex club for the vile and horny. Did you seriously wake me up for this bullshit?”
I sigh. “We took out one of the Miami stash houses earlier. They were trading virgin teens.” The line goes deathly silent. “I had no idea it was happening under my own nose. The creeps hiding the girls thought I was in on it, too. They referred to it asProject H.”
“It’s news to me. Although it wouldn’t surprise me if Papá was behind it. The sick fuck had his fingers in every shady deal out there. Tommy won’t be out of action for much longer. He knows what’s at stake. We’ll plan a family meeting as soon as he’s back in Colombia.”
“Yeah…” I agree, still pissed off at my dick’s need for satisfaction. “When are you coming to visit me, brother? You spend so much time in that weird castle on the cliff. I’m starting to think you’re a vampire.”
Giovanni chuckles, the rumble a little deranged. “Isn’t that what we are, Dré? Papá raised us to become monsters to protect his kingdom.”
“It’s not his kingdom anymore,” I say, reaching sideways to fetch my liquor-filled tumbler. “Tommy needs to get his dick out of Carina, so we can figure out this mess Papá has left for us.”
“Speaking of dicks…” Giovanni’s deep tone switches to roguish. “Mama broke the news earlier. I tried to call you, but I guess you werebusy.” He emphasizes the last word so I can tell he’s smirking. “A wife, Dré? We shared a womb together and I had to hear about your wedding vows from our mother.”
“I got sidetracked.”
“I know what you got, brother. And it’s the last thing any of us expected. Only my twin could win a woman in a game of poker and marry her the same night. Will you introduce us, or is divorce in the cards? Pardon the pun.” The fucker laughs.
No chance.
She’s all mine.
I’ll never let her go.
“Till death do us part and all that bullshit.” I force a flippant laugh, hiding the antsiness in my tense muscles.
“Mama told me it’s the little Irish girl from the Hennessy estate. What are the chances of that?”
“What are the chances of her father being Don Sapori?”
“Remember that trip we took to Ireland after we’d turned eighteen?” I hum a knowing response as he continues. “You said you wanted to fuck an Irish girl for a change. And then you saw that dark-haired girl who had emerald eyes and a cute smile. You thought it was her.”
I sip from my tumbler and feel the burn of liquor. “The club was dark. Mistaken identity,” I mutter.
“Or wishful thinking,” Giovanni suggests. “Didn’t stop you from railing her in an alleyway in Temple Bar, though.”
The impromptu Dublin trip was a blur of booze and cocaine—I was more or less wasted when the private jet had landed on the runway. The woman who I swore was Sinéad became the hardest downer I’d ever had to endure.
In the streetlights, she looked nothing like my old friend. Her eyes didn't sparkle, and her personality was bland. She was a sore reminder of how good things never last.
“That was the last time you mentioned her, and the last dark-haired woman you screwed with.”
“And your point is?” I counter.
