Page 100 of Never Say Never

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Page 100 of Never Say Never

York's pulse picked up against my fingers. He stared at me as if I had two heads and couldn't understand a word that was coming out of my mouth. I was starting to realize a few things about my boss. He was in charge every single day, and I didn't mind letting him boss me around. I found it hot, but he didn't need me to bend over backwards for him. The way York responded to my demanding touches and rough handling was telling.

"Paolo—"

"I mean it, sweet cheeks. I lose you, and I promise you right now every innocent person you vowed to save will be joining you in the afterlife." My phone buzzed in my pocket and I knew it could only be one person. I was running late for the meeting. Knowing that, I still didn't move. I needed York to understand how serious I was. If he thought I was a monster now, he had no idea what I would be like if I lost him or the girls.

"That isn't—" He licked his lips, catching the last drop of blood. "You wouldn't."

I smiled exactly the way I did when I got to bash someone's head in with a bat. "I would." I kissed him a little softer, moving my leg between his and applying pressure against his hard cock. "For you and for my girls."

A full body shiver wrecked York's large frame. Such a big man, and my words and touches were drawing out such delectable responses.

"I don't want that. Not for myself or for them."

At least he stopped saying the girls weren't mine. We were moving forward. York was accepting that they all belonged to me.

I hummed as I rubbed against his hard cock. His mouth made a fine line as he fought his body. Too bad he couldn’t hide his reactions.

"It's too late for that, sweet cheeks." I took a step back but not before squeezing his throat harder and stealing one last kiss. York didn't even bother fighting, his body sagged as I took what I wanted.

"What does that mean?"

I headed for the door. "Think about it." I opened it, spotting Mitchel and three other guys. "Anything happens to them, and I will take my bat to your balls until they’re nothing more than mashed potatoes. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Be back soonish, you don't have to wait up."

"I won't," York shot back. He glared at me, and I decided to be nice.

"I'll bring back anything we find out."

York’s shoulders relaxed. If I expected a thank you, I sure as shit wasn't getting one from him right now. How much longer is he going to be mad at me?

"You're late," Benito so helpfully pointed out.

"I had something important to handle."

He looked me up and down before turning to the sight at hand. The brownstone was once a beautiful place, now it was nothing more than ashes and charred bricks. Silver Dreams was reduced to rubble. The firefighters were gone and all that was left was police tape and white blankets.

"They went too fucking far," Gin growled. My twin stepped over piles of debris. He kicked something and it flew into the middle of the street. "Benito, we can't let this shit slide."

Enzo came up on my right side. I watched him carefully but he was too busy staring ahead. We had men sweeping the area for the enemy, alerting us to any movement. This could have been a trap to pull us out here for all we knew, but regardless, we had to see it in person. Silver Dreams had been our first endeavor together. Dad had a few brothels but they hadn't been anything like Silver Dreams.

I had my phone out and the team hadn't messaged me about anything. Their little updates were mostly about how they were being overworked with York and me out. Good, they didn’t need to come down here and stop me from doing my job.

"The FBI doesn’t know anything," I said as I pocketed my phone.

"No, one of our guys caught it first. Had the fire department put in a different address." Benito's voice was void of any emotion. It sounded flat and disinterested. Whenever he sounded like that, it always meant he was losing the grip he had on his sanity. Out of all of us, he had the most control, but when he lost it, there were going to be rivers of blood before he was satisfied.

I toed the line carefully, wary of Benito when he was like this. "Everyone make it out okay?"

Please let the place have been cleared out. It was a random Thursday in the middle of the day, but there was no telling if it was a full house or not. It wasn't like brothels were only ever used at night time.

Benito had a cigarette between his lips. Facial expression blank, he took in smoke like a damn chimney. The cherry lit up, burning to the middle of the cigarette before he ashed it.

"No," Enzo answered. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "There were multiple casualties. They had the place already mapped out and knew when we'd be making our runs. Gin was here yesterday."

The fine hairs on the back of my neck rose at the thought of them watching us so closely. It almost felt like they had an inside man. If I didn't know Benito and how tedious he was about stuff like that, especially after Marinna, I'd suggest it.




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