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I rip my mouth away. “Holy f**k” I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“I knew you would take my c**k so good, baby,” he whispers against my ear.
Oh my god.
Why in the hell did I wait so long for this? We’ve come close more than once, but something
kept stopping me. And anytime I put the brakes on, he never got mad or annoyed, no matter how hard
he was.
He lays his forehead on mine, our hands still linked together. He moves his hips back and
forth, rubbing my c**t with his pubic bone. I squeeze his hands and spread my legs further apart. He
pulls partially out before slamming back in, rotating his hips when he’s balls deep, making me gasp.
I could already feel another release building fast. “I need more,” I whisper. I was all for the
slow build, but I need this hard and fast. Leo pulls out and flips me to my hands and knees with no
real effort, shoving back inside of me.
“f**k Leo!” I scream, fisting my hands into the sheet.
He was so deep this way but f**k it felt good, that bite of pain and pleasure mixed. He latches
onto my hips and starts pounding into me, grunting each time his thighs slap against mine.
I have to brace my arms to keep from face planting, the sound of our flesh slapping together,
and harsh breaths fill the room.
I lay my shoulder on the bed, reaching down to start circling my c**t. My hips drop with the
contact, and he jerks them back up with solid hands, never stopping his rhythm.
“Are you going to come on my c**k?” he rasps.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, rubbing my c**t harder.
My whole body is tight as a bowstring waiting for that one thing to set me off when he slaps
the top of my ass cheek, and I shatter. “f**k! Leo!” I scream.
I clamp down so hard on his c**k, that his thrusts stutter. He slams into me twice before he
stills, buried as deep as he can. He comes with a long groan, his fingers biting into my skin. He
collapses against my back placing kisses down my spine. He gives me one last kiss between the
shoulder blades before collapsing beside me, pulling me, so my back is to his front.
“You’re f*****g perfect, Alessa,” he says, his hard breaths ruffling my hair.
I giggle. “Not even close, but that was incredible.”
He places a kiss between my shoulder blades again before pulling out. He pulls the condom
off and ties it off before tossing it into the wastebasket beside the bed. He rearranges us, so I’m laid
on his chest, his fingers making patterns on my back.
We lay there cuddled, getting our breathing under control; he clears his throat, “There’s
something I want to tell you.”
I look up into his beautiful eyes. They were starting to lighten back up to that color where you
couldn’t tell if they were blue or green. “What’s that?” I ask, unable to decipher the look in his eyes.
“This isn’t because of what just happened. I felt it for a while” he rubs his knuckles down my
cheek. “I love you.”
My whole world stops spinning, and I freeze. Leo loved me? I search his eyes for the truth,
and it’s staring right back at me. The ice around my heart melts completely. Now I knew why I felt
different about him.
“I love you too,” I whisper, and a smile lights up his face.
He kisses me softly, making love to my lips with his, and I feel how right those words are.
I loved Leo Janelle, and he loved me.
He places another gentle kiss on my lips before tucking me back onto his chest. “I’ve wanted
to tell you that for weeks” he breathes out like he expected something different, and I smile.
I start running my hands over his chest; that’s when his tattoo catches my eyes again.
I run my hand across his tattoo and notice it doesn’t look brand new, and I just saw him less
than a week ago. It looks like a sniper holding a sniper rifle with a word written over the top in fancy
script. I raise my head and look closely, and my heart sinks.
The word reads Perez.
As in the Perez family.
The Poletti’s biggest rival and the reason I lost my innocence at thirteen.
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Leo
One second, Alessa is excusing herself to the bathroom. The next second she’s straddling
me with a wicked sharp knife to my throat, still gloriously naked.
If I make one wrong move, it will slice my throat wide open.
What the f**k?
Who are you?” she asks in a deadly tone. Gone is the sweet, sexually sated woman from ten
seconds ago, whispering she loved me too and in her place is a woman I don’t recognize.
I raise my hands in a placating gesture. “What’s going on?”
She presses the knife in further. “Who. Are. You?” she grits out.
“Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With every word, my throat rubs against the
knife, and I can feel blood slip down my neck.
“Your tattoo says Perez,” she replies. I just look at her, and she scoffs. “Like you don’t know
who the f**k I am if you’re rocking a tattoo for the f*****g Perez family,” she spits the name Perez
like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.
I swallow. “Who’s the Perez family?”
Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits. “One last chance, Leo. Why do you have the name Perez
tattooed on you?”
Everything is running through my head at once. I loved this girl; that wasn’t a lie; I fell for her
almost immediately. She had something about her that I wanted to soak up with a f*****g sponge. But
falling for her was never a part of the plan.
She grabs her phone from the nightstand when I don’t answer, flicking it over to the
speakerphone after she dials a number. She lays it on the bed beside me, never taking the pressure
from the knife.
A deep male voice answers. “Hello?”
“Ryder, I need you,” she replies.
“Where?” The voice answers, instantly alert.
“Beach house. Bring Gage and Dex”
I hear him shouting in the background. “On our way,” he says and hangs up.
“Such a shame,” she mutters. “we could have been great.”
I feel the sharp sting of a needle in my neck. Her beautiful face wavers in and out, and the last
thing I remember is a tear slipping down her cheek.
*****
The first thing I notice when I wake up is I have a pounding f*****g headache, I’m freezing,
and I can hear murmurs of voices around me. I keep my head hanging like I’m still knocked out and try
to get my sluggish brain to pick up what they’re saying.
It all starts coming back piece by piece. Dinner with Alessa, the best s*x of my life after,
telling her I loved her, then her seeing my tattoo and flipping her s**t.
Fucking i***t.
I kept it covered any other time, and in my rush to get to dinner with her, I forgot. I had
planned to tell her, but it never seemed the right time.
“…. f**k do we do with him now?” a deep male voice filters through the fog. I recognize it
from the voice on the phone and risk a peek to see the face. I dig through my drugged brain for
everything my brothers told me. Ryder. Ryder Venchelli. Son of Asher Venchelli. Twenty-five.
Alessa’s second in command.
“How did you not know who he was?” that voice was like gravel over concrete. Raspy and
low. Dexton Barlow. Twenty-six. Rose through the ranks quickly when Alessa took over.. Six-foot-
six, easily two hundred and sixty pounds of pure muscle. Covered in tattoos. Thick dark brown hair
that was long enough to cover the scar that ran down the side of his head. Pretty sure he could crush
me under his boot. Or with his bare hands.
I finally look up enough that I can see them standing in front of a table and a wall full of
weapons of every sort. Weapons you tortured someone with.
Fuck.
Alessa shoots the big man a glare, causing the one with the wavy brown hair to chuckle. Gage
Lawson. Twenty-four. Came into this life when his dad Connor Lawson was recruited when he was a
kid. Now he stood side by side with Alessa in pictures, hiding behind the pretense they were just
spoiled, rich kids.
“He doesn’t look like either of the Perez brother’s asshole,” she spits out, causing the big guy
to put his hands up. “I’m not a f*****g idiot.”
“He didn’t say you were,” Ryder says gently. “We just need to figure out what to do now.”
As if sensing I was awake, her head slowly turned toward me, and she smiled. It’s not that
sweet smile I got earlier; this one was full of malice and slightly unhinged. My brothers warned me
going into this that all of them didn’t hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later. That’s why I
figured I wouldn’t ever fall in love with her. It was supposed to be an easily executed plan, and we
could all get what we wanted. I was wrong.
And I was f****d.
“Look who decided to join us,” she purrs, twirling the knife she had pressed to my neck
earlier. “You ready to fess up?”
I have two options.
Lie and die for it.
Tell the truth and die for it.
Either way, I was dead.
I take a deep breath and decide on the truth. “My name is Leonardo Janelle Perez. Half-
brother to Evander and Mateo Perez. Son of Frankie Perez,” I tell her while looking her straight in the
eye; I see the hurt flash through those pretty eyes before she can cover it up. “That’s all I lied about,” I insist.
“That’s enough to lie about,” she barks. “You knew who I was, didn’t you?”
I shake my head. “Not the first night, and I didn’t find out until I showed Mateo a picture of
you.”
That was the truth, and that’s how we ended up with the half-c****d f*****g plan, to begin
with. Bag the Poletti princess and call for a truce. I didn’t know who she was when I met her the first
night. All I saw was this gorgeous woman with a smile that lit up a room, blue eyes I wanted to get
lost in, and hair black as night. My brothers wanted the truce after our father died but didn’t know
how to do it. We didn’t want his lifelong blood feud to last any longer. The blood feud that scarred up
Dexton’s face.
I didn’t expect to start having feelings for her. Just after four f*****g months, she already had
me wrapped around that tiny finger before we ever slept together. Now I was gone for this girl, and
she was, without a doubt, going to kill me. I didn't think now was a good time to bring up she lied to
me too.
“How the hell did you not know who she was?” Gage scoffs, spinning a chair around to sit in
it backward, two feet from where I was currently tied up.
I look down at him and know why I was cold. I was in my boxer briefs, and that was it. Tied
with my arms over my head, toes barely touching the ground. I was in a concrete room, which they all
seemed familiar with.
“I’m new to the family,” I tell them honestly. “I didn’t even know who I was until a year ago.
Dear old dad paid my mom off to disappear when he knocked her up so his wife wouldn’t find out.
Evander and Mateo found me and welcomed me into the family.”
“Why did you keep seeing me then? I know your brothers told you about the rivalry between
the families,” Alessa points out.
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