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111.

~CAKE~I blink.He’s in a dark t-shirt and low-slung sweatpants, his hair slightly damp like he didn’t bother styling it, and somehow that makes him look even hotter.Sienna claps again. “Look at this. They can dress like normal people.”Enzo rolls his eyes. “Careful. You’re going to make me feel underdressed.”“You should,” she shoots back.Javier walks over to Elianna without hesitation, his hand brushing hers briefly before he sits beside her. It’s small, but it’s there.Nico’s gaze finds mine almost immediately, and whatever I was thinking before fades into the background as he walks over and sits down beside me.Enzo drops onto the floor across from us, stretching his legs out. “So this is what we’re doing now?”“Yes,” Sienna says. “And you’re going to behave.”“Not my strong suit.”“That’s obvious.”The room settled into something warmer, and messier.Food shows up at some point. I don’t even remember who ordered it or when, but suddenly there are boxes, drinks, snacks scattered

112.

~NICO~I had her sent for first thing in the morning.By the time Enzo walked into my office, I was already going through the same set of facts for the third time. Tomaso knew about his driver. My sources confirmed it, not long after sunrise. No retaliation yet. No message. No move.That wasn't a relief. That was a delay.Enzo stopped in front of my desk, his attention going straight to the briefcase sitting in the center.“You’re actually going through with this,” he said.I didn’t look up immediately. “We don’t have time to wait.”“We didn’t have time yesterday either, and look how that turned out,” he replied.I leaned back slightly in my chair, finally meeting his gaze. “Cut her some slack, she handled it.”“She got lucky,” he said.“She didn’t get lucky,” I replied. “She did exactly what she went there to do.”“And she could have died doing it,” Enzo snapped.I held his gaze. “But she didn’t.”That didn’t satisfy him. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the way he shi

113.

~CAKE~I spent all of yesterday grieving my mother.Not pretending to be okay. Not distracting myself. Not letting Sienna drag me into another game or letting Nico hold me until I forgot what happened for five minutes.I stayed in my room and let it hit me properly.I cried until my head hurt, slept for barely two hours, woke up missing her all over again, then cried some more because I kept reaching for my phone to call her before remembering there was no one left to answer.By the time morning came, I felt wrung out.Not better. Just emptied.Which was probably why I agreed to this whole hacking thing in the first place. Sitting still meant thinking too much, and thinking too much always dragged me back to her.Nico had everything I asked for yesterday prepared before I even came out of my room.The space I asked for was two doors down from his office. Bigger than I expected. One wall had already been lined with equipment, two monitors, fresh systems, external drives, cables, a secu

114.

~NICO~It had been two days.Two days of walking past the workspace and catching pieces of them together. Two days of hearing her laugh at something Enzo said, of watching him lean over her shoulder while she explained something on the screen, of seeing her relaxed in a way she had never been with me.I told myself it shouldn’t matter.I had work. Actual work. Things that required my attention, things that had consequences if I got them wrong. I spent those two days overseeing the site, meeting with contractors, going over designs with the architect until I got exactly what I wanted. I signed off on everything, paid in full, made sure there would be no delays. The structure would go up fast. Twenty-four-hour shifts, no interruptions. Money made that happen.It was done in her name.Every document. Every payment. Every decision tied back to her, even if she didn’t know it yet. It wasn’t something I planned to explain now. It was a precaution, a backup. Something that would stand even i

115.

~CAKE~His mouth was on mine before I could think.I kissed him back hard, like I was angry and starving at the same time. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. My head went completely quiet. All I could focus on was Nico — his lips, his tongue, the way his body pressed me against the wall.He pulled back just enough to speak, breathing heavily against my mouth.“You should have told me,” he said. “If you were touching yourself thinking about me every night, you should have fucking told me. I would’ve given you all of me.”“Shut up,” I whispered, and yanked him back down into the kiss.He groaned against my lips. His hands held my face as he kissed me deeper. When I let out a small needy sound, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine.“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he said.His mouth moved to my jaw, then down to my neck. Slow, wet kisses that turned into sucking. He marked me, hard enough that I knew I’d have hickeys tomorrow. I tilted my head, giving him more skin.

116.

~CAKE~I woke up deliciously, catastrophically sore.The kind of sore that made me wonder if my body had filed a formal complaint overnight. Every muscle hummed with a deep, satisfied ache, courtesy of a six-foot-something mafia husband who had apparently decided my name, my sanity, and my ability to walk in a straight line were all optional extras.Nico had been relentless, and I had been an enthusiastic participant until my brain basically waved a white flag around orgasm number five.I lay there for a long moment with my eyes still closed, face pressed into the pillow, just breathing through the pleasant aftermath. A low groan slipped out of me when I tried to shift my hips. Noted. Next time we install a safe word that includes hydration breaks and a stretcher.Warm arms tightened around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a solid, furnace-hot chest. Nico’s breath brushed against my neck, his body curled protectively around mine like he’d decided in his sleep that I belo

117.

~NICO~By noon I was already irritated.Three back-to-back meetings. Two contractors bickering over revised material costs. One architect tried to sell me the idea that a “minor structural adjustment” would only cause a slight delay—when I had made it clear I did not tolerate delays of any kind.I sat behind the desk in my club office, flipping through another stack of documents while Marco waited near the door for approval on the shipment transfers.“Move the second delivery to Thursday,” I said without looking up. “And tell them if the steel isn’t there by six in the morning, I’ll find another supplier.”Marco nodded. “Got it.”The moment he left, my phone buzzed.I picked it up, expecting another problem. Instead, Cake’s name lit up the screen with a picture attached.My jaw relaxed before I even opened it.She was still in bed, bare shoulder slipping out from under the blanket, hair a wild mess, eyes heavy with sleep and that faint pout that always hit me harder than it should. Sh

118.

~NICO~I got home just after seven carrying Cake’s ice cream. I dropped my jacket on a chair in the living room and went straight to the office, Enzo following behind me.Cake was at the main desk. The moment I stepped inside, her smiles dropped once Enzo entered after me, she sat up straighter but kept her eyes on the screen.“We’re in,” she said. “All twelve access codes. Full control.”I put the bag I was holding down and moved closer. “Show me.”She opened the logs and scrolled through them. “The briefcase had heavy encryption, but it’s all here now. Financial records, shell companies, messages, account numbers. I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for, but it’s all there.”She leaned back. “I’ve done my part, now you do yours, I’m done with this for a while.”Her voice sounded normal, but something was off. She kept her gaze away from Enzo the entire time, even when he asked a technical question. She answered him while staring at the monitor like it owed her money. I frowned

119.

~CAKE~I had successfully avoided both Sienna and Enzo for two straight days.It was a miracle. Honestly, I deserved some kind of an award for dodging them like a professional.I stayed in Nico’s room like it was witness protection. Meals got delivered there by the chef, Netflix stayed running half the time, and every time I heard footsteps in the hallway, I suddenly found something extremely important to do that did not involve opening the door.Because what exactly was I supposed to say to them?Hey guys, sorry I saw the incest kitchen Olympics?No. Absolutely not.Nico had been gone most of the time anyway. Ever since the files from the briefcase got decrypted, everything shifted into a higher gear. He barely sat still anymore. Him and Enzo were constantly moving, making calls, disappearing into meetings, leaving the house at odd hours.Before he left this morning, he’d kissed my forehead and told me Phase One was already in motion, whatever that meant. Then he warned me I probably

120.

~NICO~By the time I got back to the house this evening, I was already in a dangerous mood.The entire day had been spent moving from one side of the city to the other, collecting debts that had nothing to do with money. Favors. Loyalty and promises, people suddenly remembered owing my father now that Tomaso’s name was finally being whispered with uncertainty attached to it.Fear changed people fast.By noon, three smaller families had already agreed to back me when the council voted. One of them practically begged for protection in exchange for their loyalty. Another swore he’d never trusted Tomaso in the first place, which was bullshit considering he’d spent the last year kissing Tomaso’s ass at every meeting.I didn’t care.As long as the votes landed where I needed them, they could rewrite history however they wanted.I went to my father’s room first, to retrieve his knife from his safe, and slid it into the sheath beneath my jacket. Simple black handle, with a slight curve near t

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