“It’s not burdening me, Gio. I want to help. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” She sighs.

“They all want to meet her,” I grunt.

“Your brothers? Who do they want to meet?”

“Our mother.”

“And you don’t,” Ellie states, because this is a fact she already knows.

“Vin says he has questions for her.”

“I can see why. You can’t stop them from meeting her, Gio. She is their mother too,” Ellie reminds me.

I shrug. “I can if I kill her first.”

“You could, but they’d resent you for it.”

“Probably.”

“What exactly are you worried about? What’s the worst that could happen if they meet her?”

“She could fuck with their heads. Especially Vin’s. That kid doesn’t need another parent fucking him over.” My hands aimlessly glide up and down Ellie’s back.

“But if you’re there, you can make sure she doesn’t. And Vin isn’t a helpless kid. If he wants to talk to her, you need to not only allow him, but help him. He looks up to you, Gio. Don’t let him down.”

“Why are you so damn smart?” I ask her.

Ellie lifts a shoulder. “Not smart. I once risked my entire career because some client got handsy with me in a show house and I didn’t stop him.”

“Pretty sure that client ended up getting a good deal out of it.” I laugh.

“Meh, he paid above market value for a house and got stuck with me for the rest of his life. I think I got the better deal.” Ellie leans forward. Her lips press against mine briefly before she pulls away. “What are you going to do? About your mother?”

“I’m going to call Tommy, the president of the biker club she’s shacked up with, and set up a meet.”

“Good. They need it, and as much as you don’t want to do it, I think it’ll be good for you. For closure,” Ellie says.

I don’t tell her that the only closure I want with that woman is a hole between her eyes. I don’t want her playing house with some filthy biker while forgetting she even had kids to begin with.

“I think we can make that other thing on your mind happen now.” Ellie smiles as she slides off my lap. Her fingers grab my belt buckle, undoing it before she moves on to my button and zipper. Then her hand reaches into my pants and frees my cock.

“Fuck. Yes, let’s make that happen.” My fist wraps around her ponytail as she lowers her head, her lips closing around my cock. Fuck me. “So good. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” I groan as she takes me all the way in before humming around my shaft.