Kapitel 32: | A Howling Wolf

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

The trip home should have taken me no more than twenty minutes. I left James' apartment almost an hour ago, and I was still driving because I kept taking detour after detour. I didn't want to go home. I didn't know where I wanted to go. All I knew was where I'd been, and that I possibly made the second-worst mistake of my life. But, by God, it was a mistake that felt so damn good, which was probably why I made the same mistake twice in one night. 

 "Dammit!" I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. I was frustrated as hell. One would think after the sex I had with Detective Big-Cock, I wouldn't be feeling so wound up. But I did, because I had to go back to a house full of Italian mobsters and pretend I didn't just have the best sex of my life with a damn cop. As if Antonio weren't pissed off enough with me last night, I had to go fuck a cop too, which was completely against the rules.