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All dressed and ready for bed, I lay down on my back and pick up my phone. I have to talk to someone about this. Considering I really have friends and have a problem trusting anyone, I call my sisters.
“Maybug, what’s up?” April chimes while we wait on the others.
“Nothing, just need to talk.” She gives me a knowing look.
“Sisters. Hey!”
“Hi January.” We sing in chorus.
“Aunties.” Junie’s face pops up on screen, and we all squeal at our beautiful niece. “Young lady, give me back my phone,” March says before giving her the ‘look.’
“Hey. She wanted to be a part of the group,” I say, frowning at her.
“Yeah, well, when this little miss cleans her room, she can be a part of anything she wants.” Well, can't argue with that. “So February won't be able to make it.”
“Oh no. Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. She was scurried away on a surprise vacation.” March says, shaking her hips. We all giggle, and then everyone gets serious.
“So, May, want to tell us what is going on?” Oh boy. Where do I begin?
* * *
I am nervous, and there is no reason why. We are just on our way to see the next guy on the list, and as funny as it sounds, the more I think about it, the more I know it is not him, and it won’t be the next guy. Something in one is telling me I know who it is. We all do, but none of us are willing to believe it.
‘“Are you ready, babe?” I look at Logan, who is behind the wheel, and nod my head.
“Yes. I am ready.'' He gets out and opens the door for me. He places his hands with mine, and I look down at our entwined fingers and squeeze his back.
We spent about five minutes in Mr. Pitts's presence before we left. That man was deranged. “So, what do we do now?” he asks. I shrug my shoulders and look up at the sky. “Game night?” I move my head down and smile at him.
“That sounds great. Monopoly or Phase 10?”
“That's a no brainer. Monopoly.” Some things never change.
CHAPTER SIX
LOGAN
THREE DAYS LATER
DATE ONE
I adjust my tie and wait for May to come out of her room. When she does, I just about die. The little black dress she has on leaves little to the imagination. Is it just me, or are her boobs bigger? I know we typically eat every meal together, but this is different.
“Jesus, May. You look beautiful,” I say, swallowing thickly. I have to force myself not to adjust my cock. She’s all legs in those heels, and I want nothing more than to have them wrapped around my waist as I fuck into her over and over again while she screams my name. I was so gentle the first time we made love; I’ll worship her like she deserves the next time she lets me inside of her sweet pussy.
“Thank you. You look handsome. Where are we going?” she asks before kissing me on the cheek. She also adjusts my tie for me. There is something so domestic and hot about this move. I just did it myself, but the fact that she’d think to do it makes me fucking crazy.
“La Travis,” I say. The exclusive DC restaurant has been booked out for months, but I pulled some strings.
“How did you get reservations?”
“I may have said they were for the White House,” I tease.
“Logan!” She admonishes me, slapping my chest with her tiny, perfectly manicured hand. I wonder when she had time to get them done. I make sure she has some cash for whatever she needs. I am already her husband in every way. I’m ready for her to be my wife.
“What? We work at the White House,” I tell her, grinning. She doesn’t need to know that the Vitali’s own it too. It was easy to get us a table. They may be mobster and killers, but I don’t hate them for it, and I don’t know what that says about me or my future as a cop. They have already approached me about working for them once I’m a cop. I’d be set up for life. So would May. I’ve seriously been thinking about it.
