He hears the words or sees what’s happening.
His jaw tightens.
He secretly gets pissed.
But he waits.
He thinks.
He plans.
Then he gets covered in blood…
I watch Cullen leave the bedroom.
I bite my bottom lip.
These guys are next in line to run their mafia families.
They’re dangerous. Always one step away from a life in prison.
And yet I can’t stop being turned on.
Chapter 39
Iwalk into the kitchen with an empty plate.
When I see Laz, I stop and smile.
He’s shirtless, wearing jeans, and also wearing a cooking apron.
This big bad mafia guy, with a cooking apron…
He turns and nods to me.
“Morning, Jaci,” he says.
I glance at the apron and shake my head.
There are two arrows.
One pointing up.
One pointing down.
And the words on the apron basically suggest to kiss…
Well, his lips and then his dick.
“You’re that good of a cook?” I ask, nodding to the apron.
“You tell me,” Laz says. “Your plate is cleared off.”
“I guess it is,” I say. “I’m also hungover.”
“This was a gag gift from last Christmas,” Laz says.
“Ah,” I say. “Yet you wear it.”