Indebted To The Enemy: The Botticelli Brotherhood Series by J.L. Quick

Author:J.L. Quick [Quick, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

MARCO

Carlo has been in the kitchen channeling his nonna for the past couple of hours. The entirety of which we’ve still been bickering about the events of the tea party this afternoon and discussing what this might look like.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn’t once think about fucking her.”

“Of course, it crossed my mind,” my fingers flex around the glass of wine in my hand, “she is a fucking siren. Every man in that restaurant thought about putting his hands on her.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Carlo speaks without looking up from the gnocchi he’s currently rolling on the counter.

“I’m not following your point. Just because I briefly thought about fucking her…” My thought trails off, “I thought about fucking Kevin Creekman and Tom Hardy this morning. Just because I thought about it, doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

“So,” Carlo snickers at me briefly, “Was this a one-on-one situation or a three-way?”

“Fuck you,” I jokingly snarl back at him while shaking my head and walking from the kitchen.

“What?” He calls to me as I walk from the room, laughing, “I’m just curious!”

“I don’t think you heard me,” I yell back to him from the bar as I grab two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, “I said ‘fuck you’.”

Just as I am putting the much needed emphasis on my expletive, the doorbell rings.

Shit!

“You better get that,” Carlo shouts from the kitchen, “It might be Tom or Kevin…or maybe both of them!”

Walking to the door, I can hear him nearly giggling at himself from his self-induced amusement.

This. This is the man I decided to fall for…

Opening the door, my breath hitches at the sight of Irena. She is fucking beautiful. Her long blonde hair is lightly curled, resting over her shoulders, and hanging just past her breasts. The white dress she is wearing is modest yet hugs every inch and curve of her. Standing next to her, she seems so tiny and delicate. Even in heels, I am nearly a foot taller than her.

“So, Big Guy,” her eyes dart around me to the apartment behind me, “Are we going to stand in the doorway with your mouth open all night? Or do you plan to actually invite me inside?”

Not fucking delicate.

“Yes,” I uncharacteristically stammer, “Please come in.”

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