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It certainly helped with the crime aspects of their family business when they had legitimate things to pillow, or hide, the illegal activities elsewhere.

“I can take a vacation every once in a while, Dad.”

“As long as I get your tribute every month on time, sure.”

Lucian tried not to frown, but he couldn’t help it. “I just needed a break. Time to think.”

About a blue-eyed girl he didn’t know from Eve. Every day and night. Even a heavy dose of weed and whiskey couldn’t divert his attention long enough to stop thinking about her. Lucian still wanted to know the mysterious girl.

The dreams he was having almost nightly definitely weren’t helping Lucian to move on from his thoughts of the girl. If they were just dreams, he might have been able to move on from those, too. They were anything but innocent.

A hot mouth tight around his cock, wetting him with her tongue. Lips as soft as crushed velvet, plump and smooth, sucking him all the way to the base. Eyes the color of a raging sea, staring up at him through thick, dark lashes while she grinned almost teasingly against the tip of his dick.

Lucian could practically feel how silky her curls would be in his shaking hands as he fisted her hair and fucked her mouth. Her name, one he didn’t know, stuck in the back of his throat because even noise wasn’t possible with her on her knees like she was. The sweat that would gather along his spine while she sucked him into a beautiful oblivion.

Then, just as fast as the fantasy had come, it would change to something different. Her riding him, or her on her knees with him behind her. She was always, always, looking at him, though. Straight on with those eyes of hers, or over her shoulder with his name falling into thick air in a breathy moan.

Jesus … Lucian was losing it.

The dreams always stopped, too. Right before he came, while his groin was burning hot and his stomach muscles were tense with the oncoming orgasm … Dio, he’d be so damned close to losing it and then like a snap, Lucian was awake and more frustrated than ever.

At least those dreams were providing him with more than enough material to finish himself off … in a painfully cold shower.

“Is this about some of those women you’re running around with?” Antony asked, drawing Lucian from his thoughts.

Lucian forced himself not to groan, shifting in the seat to hide the goddamned erection he now sported thanks to his overactive mind and the dreams it wouldn’t forget. “I don’t run around with females. That would imply I’m having a relationship with someone, or more than one, and I’m not.”

“You don’t consider having sex, even if it isn’t committed, a relationship?”

“No,” Lucian said through his teeth, his frustration starting to show again. “I consider that fucking. Those women know what I want, and it’s the same damn thing they want.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Antony replied with a shake of his head. “I don’t know where in the hell I went wrong with you three boys. You’ve never watched me mess around on your mother. I’ve always been devoted and honorable to her. I don’t understand why none of you are interested in settling down and finding a wife to start a family of your own with.”

“Dante needs to find a wife,” Lucian retorted hotly. “He’s going to be the Don after you. That’s required of him for the Commission to be more likable to him taking over when you’re done. That’s his responsibility, not mine. Neither Gio, nor I, need to find a wife just because. It has nothing to do with you or Mom.”

“Why don’t I believe that, then?”

Lucian knew exactly why. Antony Marcello was one of those most vicious, ruthless crime bosses this side of North America. The man who killed his own father-in-law and then took the man’s throne as if it had always been his. He ran his Cosa Nostra family with an iron fist, and accepted nothing less than perfection from all his men. He was known for many things, including going as far as taking care of the messier, more violent sides of their business just to make a point that he could and would.

But, Antony Marcello was also the father of three sons. Boys he raised and loved.

His boys.

Lucian wouldn’t tell his father why he worried like he did. It would only take him out of the zone he was currently in.

“I don’t know, but it’s true. It’s not about you or Cecelia. Leave it alone.”

• • •

Getting through the security at the front of the strip club was stupidly easy. The two bulldog lookalike men didn’t even bother to check any of the Marcello men. Lucian figured that was more out of habit than anything else. The MC members likely all carried weapons of many sorts, so checking was pointless.

It wasn’t like anyone was going to actually give up their gun or weapon if it was found.

The sons allowed their father to lead the way through the club to find the table or booth he wanted. Lucian suspected his father would pick one that allowed his back to be against a wall, while giving him a view of the entire floor, or most of it. He was correct. Antony quickly picked a corner booth with fading leather and tears in every direction to slip into. Lucian, Dante, and Gio all fit themselves in as well once their father was settled.

“I don’t trust this place to drink,” Dante said under his breath.

“Certainly isn’t one of Gio’s clubs,” Lucian agreed.