“You do know the snitch could be Peter, right?” Angelo said.
Devil stared at him with an oh-fuck-no-you-didn’t expression. They’d obviously discussed it, but even Devil hadn’t dared go there.
Anger burned through me. “It’s not Peter.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“I’ve got someone watching him all the time. When would he have gotten information on us?”
“He could have overhead something, or he could be working with someone else. Are you checking his phone? Did someone listen in on his conversation with his uncle.”
“Drop it, Angelo. It’s not Peter.”
“Lucien, you’ve got to be realistic. That piece-of-shit that sent him to us is a known associate of Marco’s.”
“So we find out if Marco is the leak, and if so—”
“Why does he associate with scum like Jimmy if—”
I squeezed my hands into fists, longing to punch my fucking brother. “He doesn’t.”
“Then how—”
“Drop it. “
Angelo shook his head. “Lucien, I need to know you have your priorities straight.”
I dug my nails into my palms. My brother was right to question me. I would do the same to him, but that didn’t mean I had to let him persist with this.
“Our family is my top priority. I’ve not forgotten that, and I won’t. Have I ever given you reason to think otherwise?”
Angelo shook his head.
“I’m not going to do that now.”
“So if Peter were the leak…” Devil said.
“I’d take care of him.”
The thought of that sickened me. I remembered the way Peter had looked at me when I’d joined him in the shower that morning. The surprise, the soft smile, and then the heat in his eyes when he realized no matter how many times I’d had him the night before, I couldn’t go to work without more. I’d fucked him against the shower wall and then washed him thoroughly as he leaned against me, dazed. I would never let anyone fuck with my family, but I trusted my instincts, and they told me Peter was truly as sweet and innocent as he appeared.
I hated the little voice in my head that asked me how I would know what sweet and innocent was like since I’d never been either. Why did I think I deserved a man like Peter if he was the real deal?
Angelo started to say something else, but Devil laid a hand on his arm. “Lay off. He’ll handle it.”
It was rare for Devil to caution my brother. I wasn’t sure if he was working a little harder to show his loyalty to me or if he could simply tell I was near my breaking point. Either way, I appreciated the intervention. I didn’t want to fight with Angelo, but I also refused to talk about Peter anymore.
“I’m trying to protect you, Luce,” Angelo said.
“I know, but I need you to trust me on this.”
We hugged, and I sent them on their way to sniff out anything else they could find on Marco.
I tried to go through some spreadsheets that needed my approval, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was Peter.
I picked up my phone and pressed a button. “Carla, send Peter in.”
Peter entered my office, and I used a remote to lock the door behind him.
“Did you need something, sir?”
I’d told Peter to always address me using sir, as I would expect any employee to at work, but I was questioning the wisdom of that since every time he said it, my cock swelled.
I leaned back in my chair and unfastened my pants. “You can help me with this right here,” I said, gripping my dick and beginning to stroke it.
Peter’s eyes widened despite the fact that I’d called him into my office for sex several times.
“Sir, I thought you had a meeting.”
“I didn’t ask you to think, I want you on your knees, and I want your mouth around my cock. Right now.”
He kept his gaze on my hand as he walked slowly toward me. He stopped when he reached my desk, mesmerized watching me jerk myself off. “Kneel, Peter. I’m feeling impatient today.”
He did as I said. When he reached for my cock, I shook my head. “Hands behind your back. I only want your mouth.”
“I’m not sure if—”
I gripped his hair tightly, pulling him closer. “I already told you I don’t want you to think. Don’t question me. Just obey.”
I needed him like this. I needed to use him. I needed his obedience and submission. I needed to know he would do whatever I said because that was the only way I was going to be able to keep him.
“Yes, sir.” He whispered the words, and there was an edge of fear in his voice. It only made me want him more.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered.
He did, and I took his head in both hands to guide him until the tip of my cock brushed his lips. “Make this good.”