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and releasing it to move to the other one. I let out a small moan. “You like that, don’t you Anika?”
    “I don’t like it, Cole. I love it.”
    “Do you think you could do this every day?” He asked. Before I could answer, his head had moved down my stomach and rested between my legs. I felt his light kisses, teasing all around me. “Do you think you could do this every day?” He asked again.
    “If I say yes, will you continue doing what I hope you’re going to do?”
    I felt him laugh into my heat. “Yes.”
    “Then, yes. I could do this every day.” Just as he latched on and began to suck, I said, “I should point out though, that there might be some days you won’t want to do that.”
    Then he stopped. “Anika, baby, stop talking now.” He chuckled and then he shut me up with the best oral sex, ever.

Cole 7
    Cole
    “What time is it?” I asked. I couldn’t have any more coffee. I’d been awake for almost twenty-four hours and the caffeine was making me jittery. Aimes was asleep in Gus’s arms on the couch. The other men were sitting in the kitchen, stoically waiting. Olaf appeared out of nowhere, looking like he’d had a full night’s sleep.
    “It’s seven thirty-four. Do you want to lie down for a while? Just for fifteen minutes. I’ll wake you before eight. You should rest, Cole.”
    “It’s been hours, nothing. He should’ve called by now. The deal’s gone through. It’s all done. The silence is killing me, Olaf.”
    “I know, my friend. I know.”
    I put my head down on the counter. It felt like I’d only been asleep for five seconds when the phone jerked me awake. I quickly answered and put it on speaker, while everyone ran into the kitchen.
    “Hello?”
    “Mr. Carlyle. You are a man of your word I see.”
    “Where is she?” I was getting pissed now, “I did what you asked. She’s done nothing wrong; just let me talk to her.” I could hear my own voice echo back at me through the house. Aimes actually jumped when she heard me yell.
    “Shhhh. Quiet now Mr. Carlyle. Is my uncle there?”
    “I’m here, Joe. It is finished. Where is the girl?”
    “Where is Serena?” He demanded. His voice suddenly became dark.
    “She will be on the beach of this house in ten minutes. She and your papa will take you to the airport and Serena will accompany you home.”
    “Home?” He asked.
    “Where no one will judge. You cannot stay here now after this bad business, you know that.”
    A man and a woman came into the front door. The man I knew was Giuseppe Drago, Senior. The woman, a Mediterranean beauty with long black hair and bright blue eyes, stood in my kitchen and looked at the phone. I had no idea what it was, but something was happening.
    “Papa?” she said.
    “Cara mia?!” You could hear the relief and smile as he spoke. “You are there?”
    “Yes, Papa. I’m ready to go. I have a bag for you and your passport. Where is she?”
    “She’s walking up the beach to the house. If anything happens, Mr. Carlyle…”
    I ran from the kitchen as fast as I could without looking behind me, out the patio doors, jumping the steps three at a time until my feet hit the sand. I looked frantically, left to righ, but didn’t see her. I couldn’t see her. A fucking trick!? I stood, feeling my heart pound against my chest. The woman, Serena, was behind me with the two large Italian men. She leaned into me.
    “Please tell her, I’m sorry. Make no mistake,” she met my eyes, “he will suffer before I kill him, Mr. Carlyle.”
    Am I in a fucking movie?
    “Where is she, can anyone see her?” I asked.
    “Time to go.” Serena said. “Don’t follow us.” She began to run down the beach to a figure I didn’t see. What I did see was a boat pull up and a small dingy make its way into the shallow water near my house. Giuseppe, Senior and his brother got in and a third man, already on the boat helped them aboard. They sped away until I could barely make out the four figures on the boat. I