Twelve
Eoghan
A few days later
“What?”I snarled down the line.
Inessa’s legs were spread wide, her pussy was on display, and my dick had just been inside her.
Until the fucking phone rang.
Most people might be able to ignore a phone call, but in my line of work, and with the situation brewing between the Italians and Bratva, ignoring my cell wasn’t something I could do right now.
God.
Damn.
It.
Sliding a hand over Inessa’s bubble butt, moving my fingers between her thighs to keep her locked and loaded, I snarled some more when Declan muttered, “We have a problem.”
“Yeah, I have a problem too.”
He grunted. “A big one.”
“Spill.” I’d blow my top—and not in the way I’d anticipated ten minutes ago—if he said I had to get on a fucking flight.
“Your place is the nearest to the…”
My building was in Sugar Hill, just a drive across the Macomb Dam Bridge to the Yankee Stadium.
Yeah, I’d had my family build my home here, with a fucking killer view of the stadium.
It was the least Da could give me after all the fucking money I’d earned him along the way.
Wondering why Dec had petered off, I butted in, “Dec? What the fuck?”
“Eagle Eyes has been kidnapped by theFamiglia.”
Whatever I’d expected him to say, it wasn’t that.
No guilt filled me. Even if his abduction had to be tied to my hit on Vasov. “One less off the streets, I figure. Competition is a bitch in our market—”
A strangled sound came from Dec. “Yeah, well, this isn’t ideal.”
“Why not?” I leaned over, pressed a kiss to the delicious curve of my wife’s ass, and whispered, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
She flung herself over, tits quivering, legs a little spread, and I almost groaned. The move wasn’t to entice, she didn’t even pout, if anything, she looked concerned which told me she could hear every word Dec said.
Like any well-bred woman in the life, she knew that business took precedence, and that calls that interrupted fucking, that a man willingly let interrupt said fucking, were serious shit.
Fuck, she was perfect, and because she was, that made me resent this goddamn phone call all the more.
As she dragged the sheet over her body to cover up, I played tug of war with her, barely stopping myself from laughing when she glowered at me and wafted her hands as if to say, ‘Go on, get.’
Like I’d fucking listen.
What bewildered the shit out of me was how I was okay with her knowing what was being said between my brother and me. Any other bitch, and I’d have moved into another room. Inessa? I just wanted to keep looking at her pretty pussy while I talked business.