No. She wouldn’t steal from me. Anyone with half a brain knows not to cross the Ricci Family.
But she didn’t know I was Don Ricci, the boss of the Ricci Family.
“Dante, how about I make a call and get one of the guys to bring us a car?” Moreno suggests.
I wave him off to do whatever he needs to while I scuttle toward the door. I step outside and the night has cooled down quite a bit. It’s summer, hot and oppressive, but the chill in the air makes me long for the cooler days that will come soon enough.
One of the advantages of being in the mountains, the nights are quite comfortable.
I don’t see my truck outside, not that I expect she left it. If Nicole stole my keys, then she stole my truck.
Surprisingly, she left my wallet alone.
Was it a game to her?
Did she know who I was when we met and played me?
* * *
I rise early thanks to a shitty night’s sleep.
Moreno knows not to say a word about the truck while Sawyer picked us up and drove us back to the house.
I tossed and turned, unable to get a decent shut-eye because of that raven-haired beauty, Nicole.
She was all I could think about last night.
She is still all that I can think about.
But I have work, and as much as destroying her father and stealing her for myself sounds promising, I have a business to handle.
I stumble into the bathroom. I flip on the light and start the shower.
There’s a commotion downstairs—more than usual.
I ignore it. Whatever or whoever it is can wait while I clean up for a handful of meetings I have later this afternoon.
Business doesn’t wait, even for the boss.
But business doesn’t show up early.
Could it be Nicole? Would she come to return my truck?
I’m quick to bathe and shut off the shower. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, but I can’t stop the memories that flood through my mind and fill my senses.
My cock hardens, remembering her clench down and shuddering in my embrace.
She shouldn’t have this effect on me. I’ve slept with my share of women. I can get any woman I want, but there’s something about Nicole who makes me itch for another play with her.
I dry off and run a towel through my hair to get the last water droplets out when there’s a hard knock on my bedroom door.
Could it be her?
“Boss,” Moreno says and clears his throat. “Sheriff Nelson is here to see you.”
I wrap a towel around my waist and open the bedroom door to speak to Moreno in private.
What did the sheriff want with me? We’d been careful to keep our business dealings above board since Enzo went and got himself executed.