Page 101 of Made in Love and Blood

“We’re leaving. Get dressed now.”

She tried to question him further, but he darted for the kitchen where he’d left their phones charging on a docking station. The house was set up for immediate use, including food. Big Mike once used it as a meeting spot.

“The fuck are you calling me at this time for?” came a rough voice on the other end of the phone when Vauhn finally picked up Nico’s call.

“Guess who just dropped like five-point-five million on my new fucking doorstep, Vauhn?”

“Hell. Can you hold it?”

“No, I’m not keeping that shit here. Are you stupid?”

“I’ve got a teething kid here, and the wife’s—”

“Hey, sorry about your issues, bro, but I’ve got Salvatore Gallo’s daughter eyeing me from across the room. So yeah, that trumps baby teeth and Big Mike would agree. Trust me, there’s gonna be more teeth, and the wife isn’t going to let you off easy on those either. You’ve got ten minutes before I’m out of here.”

He hung up the phone without a reply.

It took Nico ten more seconds before he could turn around and face Frankie. He was sure anger waited there for him.

Lust stared back instead.

Her chin tipped up, and her tongue peeked out to touch her upper lip as she eyed him down. “So, uh, this is what work is for you?”

Blood went straight to his dick.

“Fuck, don’t do that now,” he told her seriously.

Nico started moving again, grabbing things they needed. Frankie watched him go, a grin playing at the edges of her lips.

“Okay, so a jealous Nico is a no-go, but work Nico,” she said airily.

“Move,” he ordered, helping her along back into the hallway for the main entry. It didn’t help that she sounded so hot and he could still taste her sex on his tongue. “And stop, please.”

Her laughter taunted him with every step they took back upstairs to get dressed. Like the most beautiful creature God had ever created which she was, Frankie whispered words that killed him.

“I can’t wait until you fuck me.”

“Oh, my God,” he mumbled into his suddenly shaking hand, his dick so hard it hurt, “please get dressed, babe.”

He was so in love with this girl. So absolutely ruined for her.

And fucking terrified because of it.

13. — her body...

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Staten Island, New York

Salvatore, Gallo Estate

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“I made an appointment.”

Those words played on repeat in Salvatore’s mind as he walked the halls of his home. He had a direction in mind, and a purpose to get there when the destination did arrive, but he took slow steps to delay what he believed to be the inevitable.

Behind him, Stella padded along, indifferent but still sharp-eyed. How a cat’s face could serve such attitude while her eyes read a person’s soul never made sense to him. It also soothed Sal for reasons he did not understand