Jase, Fields, J. [story reading TXT] 📗

other place worthy of her. Your mother …” he let out a breath, “She’s in heaven, watching us.”

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After the services, we went to the lawyers to read her will, everything was spilt fifty-fifty between Cameron and me. The house was Thomas’s. She still owned the condo in Jersey that Cameron was living in and we both thought we should keep it. Her old tenants moved out a few months after my escape from Barbie, and Cameron moved in. She wanted anything we didn’t want to be donated to Catholic charities. When the lawyer read that, Thomas looked at me and winked, which made me feel better.

We dropped Cameron off at the airport. On the way home Thomas asked me, “Where to kiddo?”

I laughed, “I have no idea.”

“Well we aren’t allowed to grieve now, just celebrate. Life is one big party, huh?”

I laughed, “Then I can’t go back to that house.”

Thomas pulled over and looked at me, “That house is just as much yours as it is mine. I don’t care what your mother said, I will not take your home from you.”

“Thomas it’s a house, she isn’t there. I just can’t go back now, not for a while.”

“So we sell it?”

“YOU sell it,” I reminded him.

“WE or it stays, making us both miss her. It’s up to you,” he held my hand.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Well she would kill me but I don’t think I could ever go back to that college either.”

“Alright, I’m confused.”

“The laptop incident,” he used air quotes, “We had an offer.”

“What do you mean we?”

“A company wants me to continue my research but it would mean a big move. But it’s also big money, and I get to do all the hiring. When I applied for grants I never expected this.”

“Then why did you throw the laptop?”

“I have known you for two years Carly, I love you like I would my own. I wouldn’t leave you here, ever.”

“Let’s do it,” I smiled, “I love you too, Thomas.”

He pulled out and continued driving, “You going to ask where it is?”

“Sure where is it?” I looked at him and he frowned, “Jersey?”

“Yes… so take your time and consider wisely.”

“I don’t have to see him, I haven’t even talked to him in nine months, I am fine, let’s do it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“When we get back can I use your Mac?”

“If you promise not to throw it at the wall.”

“We are going to get through this kiddo.”

“Yes we are.” We had to right? But when would it stop hurting?

12

-I wanna lick that little kitty…Z

I looked down and read the message and rolled my eyes glancing briefly up at Dominic, Abe, and Cyrus who were smirking down at their phones.

Zandor had sent a group message and was sitting in the large leather chair in DeLuca’s main headquarters in Prato, Italy. We were finalizing the last details for the research and development facility in New Jersey.

-Be careful that kitty scratches….Dom

Everyone looked down again

-I would have that hot little ass tied up, declawed, and trying to rub all over me in two fucking minutes…Z

-focus …J

-I am focusing on Shakira over there, I bet those hips don’t lie, well maybe on the bed with me fucking the hell out of her… or across my face…Z

-Dude, cut the shit—I’m getting hard just thinking about her…C

-She’s married…Dom

-Like he gives a shit…Abe

- I wonder if she can roll her tongue…right across my cock…Z

Everyone chuckled.

“Is there a problem?” Benito DeLuca was annoyed.

“No,” we all replied at the same time.

“Good, please give my wife the respect she deserves,” Benito sat back, “Proceed.”

-Now I need to lick that, can you even imagine for a minute what sex with that fuck would be like? Poor little kitty….Z

- Not if I get to her first, I wouldn’t declaw her, I would love to feel her nails sinking into my back…Dom

-Not gonna happen Dom, I called it first…Z

-Aw… I’m not one of you, but if you want to share, you take the back, I will take the front. She appears to need it….Dom

“That is all,” Jules De Luca looked at her husband.

“That will be all,” he nodded to the door dismissing her, “Any questions?”

“I have one, will she be traveling to the states? We could use her expertise for a few weeks. Of course we would love for you to come as well,” Zandor sat back.

“If you find it necessary, I will make her available. Feel free to ask my assistant for anything you need. See you at dinner.” Benito stood and left the room.

We all stood and looked at Zandor, “Let’s go.” I motioned to the door.

Zandor rolled his eyes and stood, there was a loud bang against the table and he doubled over.

“Did you, are you, oh my, my,” Dom chuckled.

“Nah I’m fucking with you,” Zandor stood and winked at me.

“Sounded more like a pencil anyhow," Dom patted his back.

“No you forget I am from America, not Italy,” Zandor laughed and patted his back.

“Oh that’s right, inferior to us. However half of you is Segreti, let us hope it’s the lower half, huh?” Dom was pretty damn funny, fit right in.

“No Dom the lower half is all Steel, you wanna check it out?” Zandor grabbed his belt buckle and Dom shot him a warning glance, and we all laughed…

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We all went out to a club owned by none other than DeLuca, we ate dinner and watched the ladies dance on the stage, fucking topless. Benito and Jules hosted the dinner. Zandor and I had a little chat about scaling it down and I hope he got it.

Whenever I looked up, Jules DeLuca was looking at me. I wasn’t sure what it was all about, but it made me fucking uncomfortable. Benito whispered in her ear and she shook her head and stood up and walked over to me.

“Dance with me,” she grabbed my hand and pulled me up before I had a chance to object. The free flowing liquor didn’t help my ability to react all