Jake steps in and moves the meeting along.
“So, I got an alert on the monitoring I’ve set up. It caught your cousins meeting with Juan Hernandez.” Jake moves his laptop around to show Leo the footage.
“Fuck!” he growls. “So, they have chosen their side.”
“They were approaching some of our lower ranking soldiers in Philadelphia. I got a message from a few of my men saying they were approached regarding shifting oxy.” I inform them.
This is information I’ve received over the last hour, from a number of my key soldiers back in Philadelphia.
I’m fuming that it took Jake to uncover this for me to hear from my soldiers. I know this means at some point I need to go home and teach my men how I expect them to act. We don’t deal in oxy. We leave that to the Bratva fuckers, and they leave the Fentanyl to us. I’m not sure what Juan is up to. Maybe he’s hoping to start a war with us and the Bratva. Something else I need to look into.
“I’ll contact the Bratva Pakhan. See if they have also been approached, I’ll make sure he knows we’re sticking to the treaty as should he,” I offer.
Leo nods at me with his approval.
“We need more. Jake, get on it, find out what they’re up to. I don’t believe this would just be to make a better margin. They’re risking an open war with both us and the Bravta.” Leo dismisses Jake.
“I’m heading down to Philadelphia. I’ll speak with Rafael and the men those shits approached.” Max stands and nods toward me and Leo.
“Send my father my regards.” I send a two fingered salute at Max.
“So, how did your wedding night go?” I smirk.
“None of your fucking business,” Leo snarls.
“C’mon man, we always share. I can’t wait to hear how little Beatrice performed,” I moan, I really want to share my night about also deflowering a high-born Italian virgin. Fuck, just the memory of her makes me salivate.
Before I can blink, my back is against the wall, and Leo has his hand at my throat. I frown at him. He’s never challenged me like this.
“I mean it, Alessandro, she’s not one of our whores. She’s my wife and therefore deserves your respect. I won’t talk about Beatrice with you, and you will not ask.”
I nod, to let him know I hear him, loud and clear.
Note to self, don’t mention his little wife.
He releases me and takes my scotch glass and pours us both another drink.
“Does this mean you don’t want to hear about my fun with Jade anymore?” I ask, not sure where we stand now on women. I know for sure he’d gut me right here if I mention Cam.
“I’m more than happy to hear about your exploits. I know how much you love to tell me,” he smirks.
“Well, you know how much she loves to fuck,” I grin.
“Alessandro, she’s a whore. You realize that’s what you pay her for. So, it’s only your ugly mug she fucks.”
“She loves it,” I shrug. “Speaking of her, I think I’ll pay her a visit now. Are we done here?” I need to fuck Cam out of my mind.
He nods. “Keep in contact with Maximus and your father. I want updates.”
I wave him off as I walk out of his office.
* * *
I text Jade when I left my apartment this morning to be ready for me.
She doesn’t disappoint. As I walk through her apartment, I find her in the kitchen. In nothing but a tiny black G-string. She looks fucking edible. For the first time ever, though, I wish she wasn’t blonde. No blonde looks as good as Cam’s natural long white-blonde locks.
Pushing all thoughts of her from my mind, I prowl toward Jade and lift her over my shoulder. She squeals, but not in protest, and I carry her over to the couch. Where I spend the rest of the day fucking her every way I can think of.
Later on, when I’m back in my own bed, I lie there and will myself to forget last night and this morning.
Fuck!
Every little moan on her lips was delightful, she was so responsive to me.
I thought for sure she would freak out when the condom split, but being the strong woman she is, she thought it through clearly and put it down as a fuck up. Though taking her three more times probably was pushing our luck.
Thank fuck she’s on the pill!
