GIORDANO POV
“Giò! Ma quando mi darai un nipotino, eh? I’m old, Giordano. Be Dead soon.”
Giordano pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, lips tightening. “Mamma… please.”
He leaned back in his custom black leather chair, silk shirt unbuttoned halfway, a fresh Cuban hanging from his lips, but it trembled. Not from nerves but From the wet mouth around his c**k under the desk.
“Giordano!”
“I hear you, Ma. You’ll get your grandchild,” he gritted, voice rasping as the girl’s teeth scraped him by accident. “F F …fuck. Hold on.”
A raw moan slipped past his teeth, and he slammed a hand against the mahogany table. “What the f**k was that?!”
The girl froze, still on her knees, mascara running down her cheeks. She looked up, terrified. “I..I didn’t mean to, I …”
Giordano hit the mute b
