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“Yes, Enzo,” she coos in a shaky voice. “I like that.”

This is definitely the best way to start any day, wrapped up in the illogical hands of pleasure and completely free of any worrying thought.

Flora’s tits are a pliant pair of addiction that I can’t stop sucking on, and it drives her insane. She begins to ride me faster, moaning loudly.

I feel an orgasm building up in my balls. I want to stop, I try to stop it, but my efforts are futile. The wetness of Flora’s pussy and the tightness of her walls render my attempt dead on arrival. The sight of her, with her eyes closed, her blonde locks hanging around her pretty face and her open mouth, undoes my focus.

“I’m coming, Flora,” I warn her.

I don’t think she hears. She continues to ride me, driving her pussy up and down my dick like her life depends on it. Suddenly, her walls begin to squeeze my dick hard, and she grinds to a shaky halt, trembling.

The contractions trigger my climax much earlier than it should have come. I feel my seed unloading into her, certain thatshe is completely unaware of it, knowing that I should have lifted her off and yet not caring about anything apart from the tidal wave of pleasure swelling from my balls, surging through my dick, and spreading through my body.

CHAPTER 9

Enzo

Showerfollows sex with Flora.

We’re having a breakfast of bacon and eggs when my phone begins to ring. It’s Alessandro. I pick up at once.

“Good morning, boss,” he says.

“Good morning, Sandro.”

“CCTV from two places in the vicinity puts the car close to the warehouse within the two-hour time frame,” he reports. “a shop within the block and another warehouse across from it. I’ve sent over copies of the footage from them. A maintenance man from that warehouse also claims to remember the car. He said the driver almost clipped him on their way in.” His tone is low with fatigue.

He and the crew must have been out all night while I was cooped in here having the time of my life with Flora. Only the memory of my near-death encounter with Jacob and his musketeers at the motel last night keeps guilt from ravaging my mind.

“Good job,” I say. “I’m sending you an address now. That’s where we’ll pick them up, 9-ish this morning.”

“Okay, boss.” Now his voice is suddenly upbeat.

With the end of this brief saga in sight, he and the crew can go back to regular business. But more importantly, in the family, forgiveness is a sin. Every slight from our rivals or even friends must be repaid in double. It’s a duty every made man understands and revels in discharging, for it is only when the odds are evened that he can reclaim his dignity.

When I end the call, Flora stares at me. There’s a silent question in her eyes.

“My men have found CCTV footage putting the car in the neighborhood of the warehouse,” I tell her. “They also found someone who saw the car. Do you want to see them?”

“Yes, please,” she replies.

We move over to the computer, and I fire it up. The footage is waiting in the WhatsApp application installed on the system. I pull it up, and Flora and I watch. In each of them, the car rolls by the cameras twice, once while coming in and once while leaving. There’s more than a one-hour time lapse between their coming and going.

“It’s the Chevy alright,” she says. “See there, the same license plates.”

I nod in agreement. “Check the time stamp.”

“It fits right in,” she says. “This is enough for my story. I just need to interview the man who said he saw the car.”

“We’ll get you to him.”

“When did your… friends dig up all these?” she asks.

“Last night probably,” I reply, “or early this morning.”

She plops her ass down on the desk beside the computer and stares at me with wonder in her eyes.

“What?” I ask.