inches away. “You’ll never have to find out because I’ll always
be here, Marcus. I’ll always be yours.”
With that, he gripped the back of my neck, pulled me in, and
kissed me hard and passionately.
After our date, Marcus drove me home and parked in front of my
building. We continued to talk, laugh, and make out like two teenage kids for
what seemed like hours. I wanted to take him in the car or even ask him to come
up, but I was not giving in too easily. With my insides throbbing and aching for
him, I pulled away, kissed him one last time, and wished him a good night. I
spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and smiling about how
wonderful it felt to spend time with Marcus. A night of pure fun was just what
we needed after all the heavy drama we’d been through. Sighing, I shut my eyes
and hoped that things stayed this way.
CHAPTER FIVE
MARCUS
It had been almost a week since Mia and I had rekindled
our relationship, and everything was going smoothly. We met up for dinner or
drinks three days out of the week. It was hard for us to meet up with our
schedules, between her attending school and my working at the firm or meeting
up with the guys, but somehow we made it work.
It was a Thursday late night, and I was in Lou’s office. Lou
called in all of his men, but he wasn’t there yet. I stood by the far right
wall of his office as I heard the door open. Jimmie walked in with Vinnie. He
nodded when he spotted me and greeted the other guys before making his way
towards me.
Once he shook my hand, he stood beside me and crossed his arms. “What’s
going on?” Jimmie whispered as he leaned in.
“I have no fuckin’ clue.”
“Vinnie was about to drop me off at home after a job when we got
the call to meet here.” He ran a hand over his face and breathed out a heavy
sigh exhaustedly.
“Who was the job with? I just had one with the Quincy boys.”
He nodded, knowing who I was talking about. “It was with the men
in little Italy, James’s men.”
“Yeah, I know who that fucker is.”
“Yeah, he wasn’t too keen on you either. He said you were a
wiseass if he remembered correctly.”
“I was fuckin’ seventeen, and it was my first deal.”
Jimmie chuckled at that.
For the next forty minutes, we stood there in the office
observing everyone. Buddy was leaning against the wall, humming a tune as he
tapped his foot against the marble floor. Gio sat on top of a desk, scrolling
through his phone. Vinnie and Al stood by the door, discussing the previous night’s
boxing match. Lou had more men who worked for him, but we six were his main
guys that were given specific, important, top jobs or assignments.
Before we arrived at Lou’s office, some of us were on a job with
the Irish cartel. Carrick Boyle a.k.a. Rick was in charge of his family crime
organization in Quincy. Rick and his men were known as the Quincy boys. Rick
had done business with Lou for many years, gaining a respectable and
trustworthy relationship. Everything worked out smoothly with the transaction, so
I couldn’t pinpoint what could have caused this meeting.
Our heads swung toward the door the moment Lou stormed in. He
stopped midway into his office and glared at his nephew. “Are you fuckin’ dumb
or something, Gio?”
Gio’s brows molded together in confusion. “Huh?”
Lou waved his hand toward the antique mahogany desk. “Get the
fuck up! That desk is a fuckin’ original, imported from Sicily.” He snapped his
fingers eagerly.
Gio jumped off the desk, inching toward the far left with both
his hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, Uncle Lou. I had no idea.”
Lou shook his head, walked behind the desk, and hung his suit
jacket onto a coat rack. “Yeah, well, I guess that education I paid for was a
fuckin’ waste.” Gio shrugged and then placed his phone into his back pocket.
The six of us moved closer toward Lou, forming a U surrounding
his desk. Lou placed his wallet and revolver on top of a
be here, Marcus. I’ll always be yours.”
With that, he gripped the back of my neck, pulled me in, and
kissed me hard and passionately.
After our date, Marcus drove me home and parked in front of my
building. We continued to talk, laugh, and make out like two teenage kids for
what seemed like hours. I wanted to take him in the car or even ask him to come
up, but I was not giving in too easily. With my insides throbbing and aching for
him, I pulled away, kissed him one last time, and wished him a good night. I
spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and smiling about how
wonderful it felt to spend time with Marcus. A night of pure fun was just what
we needed after all the heavy drama we’d been through. Sighing, I shut my eyes
and hoped that things stayed this way.
CHAPTER FIVE
MARCUS
It had been almost a week since Mia and I had rekindled
our relationship, and everything was going smoothly. We met up for dinner or
drinks three days out of the week. It was hard for us to meet up with our
schedules, between her attending school and my working at the firm or meeting
up with the guys, but somehow we made it work.
It was a Thursday late night, and I was in Lou’s office. Lou
called in all of his men, but he wasn’t there yet. I stood by the far right
wall of his office as I heard the door open. Jimmie walked in with Vinnie. He
nodded when he spotted me and greeted the other guys before making his way
towards me.
Once he shook my hand, he stood beside me and crossed his arms. “What’s
going on?” Jimmie whispered as he leaned in.
“I have no fuckin’ clue.”
“Vinnie was about to drop me off at home after a job when we got
the call to meet here.” He ran a hand over his face and breathed out a heavy
sigh exhaustedly.
“Who was the job with? I just had one with the Quincy boys.”
He nodded, knowing who I was talking about. “It was with the men
in little Italy, James’s men.”
“Yeah, I know who that fucker is.”
“Yeah, he wasn’t too keen on you either. He said you were a
wiseass if he remembered correctly.”
“I was fuckin’ seventeen, and it was my first deal.”
Jimmie chuckled at that.
For the next forty minutes, we stood there in the office
observing everyone. Buddy was leaning against the wall, humming a tune as he
tapped his foot against the marble floor. Gio sat on top of a desk, scrolling
through his phone. Vinnie and Al stood by the door, discussing the previous night’s
boxing match. Lou had more men who worked for him, but we six were his main
guys that were given specific, important, top jobs or assignments.
Before we arrived at Lou’s office, some of us were on a job with
the Irish cartel. Carrick Boyle a.k.a. Rick was in charge of his family crime
organization in Quincy. Rick and his men were known as the Quincy boys. Rick
had done business with Lou for many years, gaining a respectable and
trustworthy relationship. Everything worked out smoothly with the transaction, so
I couldn’t pinpoint what could have caused this meeting.
Our heads swung toward the door the moment Lou stormed in. He
stopped midway into his office and glared at his nephew. “Are you fuckin’ dumb
or something, Gio?”
Gio’s brows molded together in confusion. “Huh?”
Lou waved his hand toward the antique mahogany desk. “Get the
fuck up! That desk is a fuckin’ original, imported from Sicily.” He snapped his
fingers eagerly.
Gio jumped off the desk, inching toward the far left with both
his hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, Uncle Lou. I had no idea.”
Lou shook his head, walked behind the desk, and hung his suit
jacket onto a coat rack. “Yeah, well, I guess that education I paid for was a
fuckin’ waste.” Gio shrugged and then placed his phone into his back pocket.
The six of us moved closer toward Lou, forming a U surrounding
his desk. Lou placed his wallet and revolver on top of a
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