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“Hell no! You look fucking perfect right where you are,moglie,” I groan.
“You don’t look so bad beneath me,” she smiles, and it’s fucking hot on her.
“Cavalcami, moglie,” I tell her and her eyes flare with desire. She loves it when I speak Italian to her.
Leaning forward a bit, she takes my cock into her hand and nudges it at her entrance before she slides down on it a second later. I let out a groan because the pleasure enveloping me from her warm heat is fucking heaven, driving me inside.
She slowly begins to move her hips, riding me. When I can’t take the slow torture anymore, I clamp my hands down on her waist, helping her movements along while also thrusting my hips up into her.
Her tight-as-fuck pussy squeezes and clenches my shaft, and my cum is ready to spurt out of my cock.
I rub circles on her clit and her pussy clenches down on my shit so hard, before she’s squirting on my dick, which also sets me off, and I cum inside her with a roar of pleasure.
We’re both panting hard, and her body is shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I barely manage to set her down on the bed beside me as we continue to catch our breaths.
“Fuck! That was amazing, babe,” I pant.
“Uh-huh,” she gasps, still trying to catch her breath.
This morning couldn’t have started out better. Too bad I had no idea that the rest of the day would turn to shit.
CHAPTER 33
ENZO
It’s a little late in the morning, but I’m finally heading out. I’m in the back of one of the SUVs, a few blocks from our building, when my phone rings, breaking the silence in the vehicle.
“Yes, what is it?” I ask into the phone.
“Boss!” the frantic voice of Buzz, one of my men, yells into the line just as I hear gunshots going off in the background. “We’re being attacked at the North point warehouse!”
“Motherfucker!” I curse. “Try to stay alive and catch as many of them as you can. I’m sending backup!”
“What’s going on?” Aldo questions, already on alert.
“Change directions and head to the North point warehouse. Someone is fucking attacking my men there!” I growl.
“Fuck! Those motherfucking cocksuckers!” he seethes before grabbing his phone from the console, dialing Frankie’s number, and putting it on speaker since he’s currently racing through the streets. Thankfully, we’re not too far away.
“Sir?” Frankie answers the line a second later.
“Send backup to the North point warehouse now! Some asshole is attacking the guys there!” Aldo orders into the phone.
“Shit! We’re on it, sir! Our men will be there in two minutes with backup!” Frankie says, before the line goes dead.
Right now, my brilliant idea is about to work. I have safe houses close to all my warehouses. Though I only have a team stationed there whenever there is actually merchandise in any of the warehouses. I have that system in place for scenarios just like this.
I grab the rifle along with extra bullets that are always in the SUV and get it ready because I have no clue what I’ll be walking into. Plus, I have the regular guns I keep on me, ready too.
We’re just about to reach the warehouse, and it takes me a second to assess the situation. I roll my window down and stick half my body out as I begin shooting the bastards, just as Aldo comes to a screeching stop in front of the building.
I move quickly and fling my door open, using it for cover as I shoot someone who’s on the rooftop of the other building across the street.
All that can be heard around the place is gunfire as we pick the men off one by one. My men wear specific work clothes, which makes it easier to identify them in situations like this.
When my immediate area is clear, I move from behind the SUV door I was using as my shield and make my way up the street a little to make sure it’s all clear. I see someone running in front of me and don’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
I hear more footsteps thundering on the pavement and move on instinct, diving behind a stack of crates as splinters of wood explode off the wood where my head was a second ago.Close call!
