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The drive up to Staten Island is going to be a lonely one without my girl next to me.
I look at my empty passenger seat and pull my phone out to send Lexi a text.
Me: Just thinking about you, dolcezza.
Lexi: What a coincidence. I was just thinking about you, too.
Me: Good. Keep thinking about me. Think about what I did to you last night and how much I can’t wait to do it all over again.
Lexi: And you think about that thing I did on our first date. I never told you how much I liked when you told me what to do.
Fuck.
This wasn’t a good idea.
I can’t be hard up and thinking about Lexi choking on my cock when I have a two-hour drive, a family dinner, and a two-hour drive back before I can either beg Lexi to see me or beat one off in the shower, wishing she was on her knees and taking me deep in her hot mouth.
Me: Already there, baby. And if your goal was to have me hard, hot, and bothered, then you’ve accomplished that, my little tease.
Lexi: Good.
Me: And just for that, when I see you next, I want you on your knees with my cock down your throat before you even say hi.
Lexi: Yes, Vincenzo.
I groan, pressing the heel of my palm to my aching cock. She knows I love when she uses my full name.
Me: See you soon, Alexis.
I slip my phone back into the inner pocket of my suit jacket and drive out of the garage, needing the open road to get myself under control again.
Lexi has me so far gone for her, I can’t even think straight anymore, and that’s not good for a man in my position.
Being distracted 24/7 can cause mistakes to happen, and those mistakes can easily lead to someone, or our business, getting hurt.
The last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt because I’m not thinking straight. I have no problem living with Lexi on my mind 24/7. But when the inkling of her doubts, possible secrets and lies, and my own doubts of her not ready to commit to me and us are festering in the back of my head, I can’t be who I need to be for everyone.
Chapter 28
Lexi
I’m fully aware this isn’t the best idea. In fact, it’s one of my most dumb and reckless ones, and yet here I am, driving into the city to go to a gambling den run by the Bratva. By myself.
The texts I exchanged with Vinny earlier didn’t help, either. Guilt is making my stomach churn for lying to him, but I can’t let it change my mission.
I’m doing this for my nonno, but I’m also doing it for me. I want to keep the deli alive and going even after my nonno is gone. Hopefully that won’t be for quite a long while, but I’m not giving up on it. Ever.
The drive takes me just over two hours, and when I reach the address Charles gave me, I see it’s a Chinese restaurant, but the two large Russians standing outside smoking are a giveaway to what it really is.
I keep driving, needing to find a parking spot not too close, but still within a minute walking distance for an easy getaway later. Plus, I’m in heels and in a sketchy area of Chinatown that I’d much rather not be caught in later tonight dressed the way I am with undoubtedly the large amount of money I’ll be carrying.
I round the corner to make a loop around the block, but someone is pulling away from the curb so I take their spot.
My heart is racing and my palms are sweating as I clutch the steering wheel.
I can do this.
