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Sebastian’s lips twitch. “Sounds like a much better time than Disneyland.”
“Agreed,” I say, and Tatum rolls his eyes, wiggling around on my lap and making my dick hard. Seems the switch has ceased to exist. Seems Tatum set it on fire and it crumbled to ashes before being blown to the four corners of the earth.
Fuck. Me.
Matty and Sebastian finish breakfast before setting off for their little California adventure, and Tatum wanders off with Teddy while I get ready for the day. I have a shit-ton of meetings, and yet all I want to do is bend Tatum over my desk and fuck him again, to sink my cock into that wet, tight heat and lose myself for a few moments.
Although, perhaps I should give him a small break, I think as I settle down into my leather chair in my office and pull up my agenda for the day.
Hm. Just a small break to take care of business, to follow up on what the Fallen Aces have been up to and where they’ve been. Last I heard, they were quiet, far too quiet, if you ask me. I don’t like this, not at all.
It means they have something up their sleeves. Then again, their new leader, Douglas, is relatively unknown to me. I don’t understand how he operates. All I do know is that he’s sloppy, that despite him trying to outmaneuver me, he’s leaving a trail of crumbs that only implicate him in his crimes.
These are things I’ve been keeping track of.
These are the things that will eventually bring them down. That or death.
I pull out my phone and stab at my contact in the FBI. Yes, I’ll take care of this first and then Tatum’s mine again.
17
TATUM
Ifind myself unsure of what to do now that Angel is gone. I know my parents will come to visit in a few weeks for my graduation, but now I have no one to really talk to while Anthony is busy, and I find myself aimless.
I manage to do some homework and then wander around the gardens, seeing the flowers in bloom that Angel worked so hard on. Who will care for them when they’re wilting? When they need weeding?
Teddy’s watching me from the porch, but I don’t see any of the gardeners in sight. This whole place could become neglected.
Bending down, I pull a weed from the soil, the thorny sides biting into my skin.
“Shit,” I murmur just as someone appears next to me, cigarette smoke wafting up to meet me.
Luca.
“It’s different without him here, huh?” he asks, leaning against a tree, sucking on his cigarette.
“Yeah,” I say, brushing my hand on my pants and standing up straight. “It’s kind of awful.”
I sniffle and swipe at my eyes.
Luca holds out his cigarette, and I take a step toward him, grabbing the infernal thing and taking a hit.
He grins at me when I start to cough, unused to smoke in my lungs.
He takes it from me and inhales once more. “You’ll get used to it.”
“It’s a terrible habit.”
“Only if you die from it,” he says, and I let out a small laugh as I lean against the tree next to him. “You know what you could use? A night out.”
“Anthony won’t let me leave.”
Luca snuffs his cigarette out on the tree and then pushes away from it to face me. “Why does he need to know?”
My eyes widen, and I feel my lips pull up. “Are you serious?”
“I am. Meet me here after dinner. Anthony has another meeting, and I’ll send Teddy on an errand so I can sneak you out for a bit. It’ll be fun.”