Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Content Discovery
- Dedication
- Dante Luciano
- Annie Peterson
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie - 12 months later
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As Sebastian and I drive through the streets, my mind flicks to thoughts of home. It has been a week since I had my first taste of Little Red, and I am addicted, just like I knew I would be.
I do not wish ill of anyone in my family, but the fact that Maria has been sick in bed with the flu has provided me with the best week of my life. With Maria out of action, Little Red has been taking care of everything, stepping up to the plate in a way that she wasn’t asked to, but instinctively knew we needed.
Her cooking is on par with Maria’s, which is saying something because Maria’s cooking is the best in Sicily. She looks after Leo, the two of them now sharing a bond that is stronger than any other he has made in his short life. I have now heard him giggle and speak on more than one occasion, and it is a sound that lights up my home in a way it hasn’t been lit before.
She brings me coffee every morning, pours me a whiskey every night, and I can’t keep my hands off her. We have sex every morning and every night, missionary, her on top, in the bed, in the armchair, in the shower. I even had her naked body spread out on my desk in my den again one night, where I took great delight in fucking her until she screamed. Twice.
I can’t get enough of her, and she can’t get enough of me. But something still isn’t right. She is pale, she is constantly tired, her body is often cold. She could be worn out from our daily activities, but still, there is something that doesn’t make sense.
“Dante!” Sebastian growls at me, and I look at him sharply.
“I don’t know what kind of magic pussy Annie has, but I need you to focus,” he says to me, and he is right. My nostrils flare because I don’t like anyone talking about Little Red like that, but I will let it slide for Sebastian.
“Sebastian…” I reply in warning.
“I know, but we need to fucking find him. Leo and Annie are pretty much on total lockdown, and Goldie and her mother too. I know you might be having a fucking fantastic home life in your newly-mated haze, but Goldie is busting my balls every minute, wanting to get to her fucking gallery without me hovering over her head. If we can’t make this city safe for our families, then we are failing them. We need to fucking find Dominic and end him.”