“Momentary lapse in judgment,” he fired back. “It won’t happen again.”
I smirked. “Yes, it will.”
“Like fucking hell it will,” he growled.
I screamed his name, then Stefan and Angelo, leaving out Nico on purpose. He was engaged and an asshole who led me to believe I was special to him.
So fuck him.
I came once, twice, screaming their names over and over until my throat was dry. Angelo slammed his cock into me, fucking me so hard I struggled to catch my breath.
But I was okay.
Nothing near an asthma attack, but I would need a puff of my inhaler afterward.
“Come for us,” Stefan grunted into the phone. “Fuck, baby. I love watching you with my brother.”
Our skin slapped together with each powerful thrust. Angelo was a ruthless savage, tearing me apart with his piercings. And it felt so damn good I didn’t care. He had stamina, showing no signs of slowing down as he pounded into me until he came so hard his cum leaked down my inner thigh.
I’d completely forgotten about his brothers until Nico came into his hand. Stefan watched like a dog in heat, his mouth wide and practically panting.
Dante was in the same place behind the couch, gripping the leather as if he were going to rip it to pieces. He could deny how much he wanted me, but he was a liar.
“Show’s over.” Angelo ended the call and dropped the phone on the table. “I have to leave for The Monella Club soon.” His lips trailed down my stomach. “But I’m not done with you.”
ChapterTen
DANTE
The bullet sailed past my father and hit my mom in the chest. Her head dropped onto my shoulder. Blood splattered across the car, my face, and my clothes.
So much fucking blood.
She was dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Heart racing, I woke up to my alarm clock with the reminder of that horrific fucking day.
The worst day of my life.
Fourteen years of torture.
It was almost the same dream every night. My brain wouldn’t allow me to forget my mother. So even when I wanted to put all the bad shit behind me, I could always count on the nightly reminder.
That was why I never slept.
When Ava asked why I was never home, that was the reason. Because the minute I was alone, the thoughts would drift back into my mind on repeat.
So I worked until I passed out.
I got out of bed and hit the button on my alarm to silence the beeping. It was rare I slept until the damn thing rang at five o’clock. Most nights, I was lucky to get a few hours before I woke up drenched in sweat.
I went through the motions of my usual morning routine—an hour-long workout in my home gym at five-fifteen on the dot, with no deviations. Then I cooked an egg white omelet with a side of turkey bacon. Exactly three slices, never more or less.