Stefano
I’m itchy as hell to get my d**k into Corey but my goddamn phone rings and it’s Leo.
“What’s up?” I take Corey’s hand and hustle her toward the elevator. Inside, I push her up against a wall and press my body against hers, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.
“Feds are here. They want to question you and Corey Simonson.”
Fanculo. “Where are they?”
“Nico’s office.”
“We’ll be up in a minute.” I hang up. Corey’s eyes are the size of saucers. “You heard?”
She nods.
“Everything the way it happened. Donahue lost, he left after Smith, we haven’t seen him since. Capiche?”
She arranges her face quickly and nods, already appearing composed.
“You sure?”
“I’ve got it,” she says, staring straight ahead.
I curse under my breath. “I’m sorry you have to do this, Corey.”
A muscle in her chee
