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Jett and I share a glance. This ain’t good. We don’t wanna be in on the beef of two mafia rivals, but if Forger is involved with the Carusos, then where the fuck does that leave us?
The more I think about it, the more I realize this is news Cash hasn’t heard. Nobody has. I run a hand down my face.
“What else, asshole?” Jett kicks his shin. “Hurry the fuck up, you’ve already taken up too much goddamn time.”
Jett hates blood, and this guy’s finger and head is dripping continuously.
“The Carusos want in, from what I heard,” he stammers. “And I don’t know for sure, but they could be backin’ Forger. Ever since his contact in the city mysteriously disappeared, so did the funds. But talk goin’ around is that the Caruso’s plan on claimin’ back what was rightfully theirs. What they walked away from years ago.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as Jett’s eyes meet mine.
Jesus.
I’ll call Cash, I mouth.
Jett nods.
Walking away, I pull out my phone.
I see another text message from my girl, and I smile when I see the subject line.
Trouble
How did you get your number into my phone?
I wondered when she’d query that.
I quickly tap out a message.
Me
That’s for me to know…
Good, that’ll keep her wondering. It’s amazing what one can do when the woman of your current obsession is sleeping and you Face ID her so you can punch your number into her contacts without her knowing. Not exactly rocket science, but since she practically has her phone glued to her side, she’ll likely think I hacked into it.
I also read all her messages from her best friend. She seems like a pill.
I smile at the texts where Aspyn said I was hot and she propositioned me. She kept talking about it. My dick grew so hard seeing her words, knowing that she finds me attractive and was asking her best friend what to do. I wouldn't take Tara’s advice.
She didn’t seem keen on the idea about me and her best friend fucking.
I also checked there were no other assholes messaging or emailing her, but it seems Aspyn is actually a good girl and was telling the truth. No ex-boyfriend. No publicist. No other friends. She literally only has her best friend messaging her.
So my girl can agree to rules, it seems. I find that equally arousing as it is disturbing.
She’s a grown woman and she’s still doing everything daddy says. That’s a habit she’s gotta break at some point, when this stalker is found.
I rub my chin and click off to dial Cash.
He answers on the third ring.
“Boss?” I say. “We got somethin’.”
“Spit it out.”
“Carlo Caruso.”
A pause, then, “What about him?”
