“That would be rude,” Nico mutters. “I’m doing my stalking the good ole fashioned way, thank you.”
“I’m going to kill your cameras if you’re dicks,” Pablo growls, opening the back door for us.
“I’d expect nothing less,tesoro.”
“You’re very feisty tonight,” Ciro observes. “Are Rosa and Verona rubbing off on you?”
“I’ve always been a brat, you just haven’t had the pleasure of meeting this side of me.”
“Hmm. Brats get spankings,” Nico croons, closing the door behind Pablo.
The brothers stand outside and talk for a moment and I purse my lips as I watch. “Do they always act this oddly?”
“They’re Dominos. Everything they do is odd,” Pablo grumbles.
“Truth,” Rosa giggles, looking more relaxed as she yawns. Sometimes, there’s nothing that beats a murder and an orgasm, I guess, though this is my first experience with this.
She’s not showing any signs of being overwhelmed by their scents, which means the alpha blocker cream is still working. I swear, that stuff is amazing. While I’m not looking for it to become a crutch, it’ll at least allow her to ease into the overstimulation of being an omega.
Pablo has always been around the Dominos, so it’s a little less overwhelming for him.
Dario opens up the truck and gets inside while Nico closes it behind him, and I watch as he lifts the back row of seats there.
“Stalking is still rude,” I grumble, lifting my arm so Rosa can snuggle with me. Pablo doesn’t think anything of wrapping his arm around both of us, and Ciro makes a sound under his breath I can’t make sense of.
I know he’s still wearing his shock collar, and I suddenly wish I had the remote with me. Unfortunately, it’s somewhere in the guest house in my purse.
“You’re very comfortable with each other,” he muses, starting the car as Nico pulls on his seat belt in the passenger seat.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Pablo says, yawning. The three of us are coming down from our adrenaline rush and starting to fade together.
“I smell sex,” Nico grumbles. “While I'm very happy for the three of you, I’m also jealous. The only way we can fix this, Rosa, is to spend time together. Are you open to this?”
A loud snore has Pablo and I giggling very inappropriately, and the brothers sigh.
“You should have seen her,” Pablo says with a content smile. “She broke all of Eva’s fingers without any hesitation.”
“Pablo broke the cunt’s ankle, and the rest of her bones,” I add. “I didn’t realize it was so much fun to kill someone. Renzo makes it scary.”
“Don Accetta is a heartless dick with a God complex, Verona. I don’t think he understands the meaning of fun,” Dario says, leaning forward in his seat. Apparently, seatbelts are being ignored today. “Pablo, did you have fun with the girls? This is a side of you I haven’t seen before. It’s fucking with the cock cage I’m wearing.”
Ciro chuckles as he adjusts his cock, shaking his head. “If you don’t take it off, it may fall off! Let your dick breathe at night.”
“You didn’t tell me that. Where’s the key?” Dario groans.
“It won’t fall off,” Pablo laughs. “Me voy por unos días, y se caga todo.”
“They’re children with money,” I groan. “I think all dicks are gross except yours, Pablo.”
He gives me the widest smile before kissing me, and I can feel the Domino men’s eyes on me even when I close mine.
“Dicks are typically gross when you’re disgusted by the men who have them,” Dario says slowly, waiting until I look over my shoulder at him.
“Then maybe you have your answer.”
Ciro pulls up in front of Pack Mayor’s home, and Pablo gets out as soon as it’s in park to come around to Rosa’s door.
“He’s always hated the mafia life,” Nico muses, watching Rosa and I instead of Pablo.