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“Yakuza.” I sat up, staring at him. “They’re dangerous.”
Giancarlo fixed me with a look. His brows furrowed. “Ash.”
“Oh, right.” I rested back against the couch again. Giancarlo and his brothers were just as dangerous. Sometimes I forgot I was involved in the mafia. It wasn’t exactly something I thought about constantly.
Giancarlo laughed at me. “Am I not dangerous enough for you? You forgot the night already?”
No, but my entire life, I learned for the sake of my sanity not to hold onto certain memories. I either rolled with it and kept moving or was dragged down and chained to my despair. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for. It’s what I like about you.” Giancarlo kissed my temple. “That and your big ass dick.”
For a second there, he almost had me believing my Giancarlo was switched out for a fake. I nodded, but that last name seemed familiar. I knew for certain it was on one of the accounts I’d looked over. My brain was a mess, and attempting to remember every single account and finance sheet would drive me insane.
I let it go. If it came up again, I was certain I’d remember. “Do we have to move?”
Giancarlo grunted. “I’m all for falling asleep dirty.”
My nose scrunched up at the thought. “Never mind. I’m getting up, and we’re both showering.” There was blood still caked in my hair. I didn’t even want to go searching through Giancarlo’s. “Shower,” I demanded.
I pushed up from the couch, wavering on my feet as the world around me tilted slightly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I headed down the hallway, going toward my room. My legs were swept from under me, and my shoulder was pressed against Giancarlo’s chest. A yelp escaped before I knew what was happening. “Gin.”
“I told you there is no my room or your room anymore.” He took the steps with me in his arms.
“Okay, I can walk.”
“Not happening.”
The determined look on Gin’s face made me give up. With Gin, it was best to pick and choose your battles wisely. Him carrying me wasn’t a hard one to give in on.
We entered Giancarlo’s room, and I sucked in a breath. It smelled like him. I hadn’t been gone that long, but I’d missed something as simple as his scent. He put me down the moment we walked into the bathroom. No words passed between us as we undressed.
Giancarlo washed me, and I got the best show of my life watching him wash himself. “You should get Giancarlo tattooed right here.” His fingers dragged over my happy trail.
I blinked at him. He had to be insane…Oh yeah, he is.
“Only if you get Ash’s whore tattooed on your chest.”
“Consider it done.”
My jaw dropped as I stared at Giancarlo. He couldn’t be serious, right? I didn’t feel like asking. It would take too much brain power. Tomorrow I’d remember to ask him if he was just screwing around.
Water pelted down over us, soothing some of the soreness plaguing my body. Bruises were already forming all over. It was a strangely familiar sight. It used to send me into a tailspin or have panic riding my ass. There was still some anxiety. I doubted I’d ever be free of my trauma, but I mostly felt relaxed.
Giancarlo dropped down on his knees before me, pulling me from my head. “What are you doing?”
Giancarlo looked up at me, and my cock twitched. Damn. Gin turned me into an insatiable sex beast. Even beat up, exhausted, mentally fatigued, and emotionally drained, my cock ached for him.
“I’m on my groveling tour right now. First stop was the apology. Second stop, blow job city.”
“How can you even think about sex?”
His rough hands moved up and down my cock. Shock waves of pleasure worked their way through my body. Melony’s pain pills kept the aches away, but they gave room to the mind-numbing pleasure of desire. My cock reacted to his touches of its own accord.
“Are you really asking?” Giancarlo opened his mouth before I could answer. He encased my cock in wet heat.
