Married for over a week and I have the worst fucking case of blue balls in history.
Every fucking night I stay out late. Going over business deals and just biding my fucking time. I know if I go home, I’ll take her. I’ll be buried inside her sweet heat so fucking fast just cause she’s there and she’s mine.
But I want more from Anna than her body. And I don’t want to rush her.
I just had Angel update all my home security, and I notice something funny when I go to check that everything is running smoothly.
“Angel!” I roar.
“What’s up?” my cousin asks as he comes storming into my office.
“Who the fuck is this clown?” I growl, turning my monitor towards him.
“Doesn’t matter. He’s dead,” my cousin answers.
It’s a good answer.
I stand up and head for the door. My blood is fucking boiling. We’re fifteen minutes away from my condo, and I can hardly wait.
“I fucking vetted him.”
This is Angel’s apology. I know he’s angry. Possibly as angry as I am.