The Crime Boss' Obsession

: The Gut

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o the booth and my lips

that often rose inside of me – just a pleasant and momentar

t respe

red for th

embered what they

rown hair and a perfect, curvy body. He

d excitement was what I had

rd drug. If I could have an overdose of the taste of h

booth also. "You know if you didn't ignore th

gers for long enough to know one even from a distance. And the blonde in the pink dre

wanted to fuck her so ba

efore grabbing my glass of whiskey from th

shrugged. "Y

w if I like

tain my status as a casanova who only taste

There's just something about

ulio echoed

s curious about a lady of all thing

nt on, "You being curious about a girl means

at the corner of my lips

nd give me a full report tomorr

widening with surprise and a sort of anticipa

hru

she would just agree?" Julio

the right leverage," I s

r case?" h

s on the bar. "Just give me a full report on her to

sorry for the g

said, pushing my stool backwar

mn nearly three alre

gnoring the cuss words he muttered in response to the

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oday's meetings or rescheduled them, to a

ice instead of my cosy bed

the insane amount of work I had on my hands, I was thoroughly exhausted. I needed

self up from the sofa and staggered

top and stepped out of my boxer shorts, hopin

soon. For all those Italian suckers, the status meant everything. And al

The great Massimo Giacomo wouldn't leave the entire empire to his half-blooded grandson without p

o far I had met all

excep

to m

a tuxedo or navy suit with a pretty damsel

d the other assets on my thirtieth birthday, wh

ten that stipulation so that my uncle, Lent

e could have be

recent coordinated attacks on my clubs. They would surely be part of

re entering into my walk-in closet. I had finished buttoning my shirt when I heard the door to my office ope

the fold

aid. "Your go

front and a thin smile tugge

I said, motioning at the mac

esco," he grunted

riends for over two decades and he was one of the very few I trusted. He wa

chine, I slumped lazily int

hoping that her name would drip onto my tongue and f

for his glass to fill with the refreshi

that could curdle

"Doubt if she'll live long enough i

wly and let out a chuckle

chin. "She's not f

't want another f

our grandfather meant marriage to s

ted so bad for me to marry an Italian, he should have stated it clearly

any alliances if

mber," I reminded him. "And you r

me for a mome

hard to c

filling his mouth and lubricating his throat with the black coffee. When he got to th

Her family's business, the Ol' McMa

aling with Mr," I said, smilin

row. "Seriously?

t answe

an evil grin as I pulled up my

speaker for J

ther day about a wedding

received an invite to come for a wedding.

my presence," I said