(LANCE)
The phone was still in my hand when the weight of Elena’s message hit like a f*****g freight train. RICO charges. Federal warrants. Rico’s men walking out of my corporate tower like they owned the place. I could feel the noose tightening around both my worlds at once.
I didn’t waste time. I grabbed Eliona’s hand and pulled her straight back to my private room, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. She was still flushed and dripping from the pool table, leather skirt bunched around her hips, my c*m sliding down her thighs. Perfect. Exactly how I needed her for what came next.
“Sit,” I ordered, pointing at the edge of the bed.
She obeyed, eyes wide with fear and leftover lust. I paced once, then dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling a small black leather case from the
