Brooke is on my chest and holding on to me for dear life. I brush her hair from her face and look at her innocent face. I feel my chest tighten just looking at her tear stained cheeks.

When she came into my room crying, I knew that she had a bad dream or even possibly a nightmare. I let her cry and tried to comfort her the best I could which ended up working.

I gently kiss her forehead and watch her chest rise and fall in steady breaths. My hand continues to rub her back like it has done since she has fallen to sleep. Which was thirty minutes ago.

I rest my head on my pillow and close my eyes. I feel at peace having Brooke in my arms when I usually can not stand having another person in my bed.

My breathing begins to slow down and I know I am close to sleep. Right before I succumb to the darkness my phone rings. I quickly get it from the nightstand before Brooke is awoken by the loud noise.

"Hello," I whisper moving slightly.

"Where are you man?" Sam's voice asks through the phone.

"I am at my house," I tell him moving away from Brooke and sitting up.

"Well something happened at your parents house. They just left and told us to tell you that someone broke in," he tells me.

"Okay, but we are in lock down," I tell him standing up from the bed and going towards the door.

"Yes and they got permission from Mr. Russo to go to their house with your siblings," he says while moving something in the background.

I finally get out of the bedroom and gently shut the door. "Okay, are you staying there or coming here?" I ask him.

"Tomorrow Brian, Will, and I are planning to go to your house for the remainder of the lockdown. Riley and Anna are going to go back to their homes and the rest are staying here until we can leave," he tells me clicking away on a keyboard.

"I can pick you guys up tomorrow since I have to drop Brooke off anyways," I say not even watching my words.

"Oooh, was Brooke a good fuck?" he asks me and I can just see him wiggling his brows.

"No," I say angrily. "She stayed in a guest bedroom down the hall."

"Boo," he groans. "Fuck already."

"Tomorrow I'll make sure to have my gun ready to shoot you in between your eyes," I hiss.

"Oh come on man I was-" I shut him up by hanging up on him. I quietly walk back to my room and open the door slowly.

Brooke is still lying in bed fast asleep. I climb into bed and wrap my arms around her waist. I slowly fall asleep with Brooke in my arms.

***

I woke to my alarm blaring in my ears. I rolled over and hit it to make the noise stop. I rolled back over and wrapped my arms around Brooke.

She rolls into my chest and groans. "What time?" she rasps out.

"8," I reply tucking my face into her hair.

"Too early," she groans covering her eyes.

I chuckle and kiss the top of her head before sliding out of bed. She rolls back to her side of the bed and I walk into my closet to get dressed.

When I walk out Brooke has fallen back asleep. I leave the room and go to my gym. As soon as I enter I head to the treadmill and begin a run.

I run for thirty minutes before I hop off and go to the weight machine. I use the machine for forty minutes before going to the punching bag.

I do a pattern of one-two punches, two kicks, three hooks, and one uppercut. I repeat this about 15 times before grabbing a rope and jumping.

This lasts for 15 minutes before I feel someone watching me. I look into the mirror on the other side of the gym and see Brooke in my shirt from last night leaning against the gyms doorway. .

"Like what you see?" I ask turning around and meeting her blue eyes.

"Maybe," she says watching me move towards her. I stop in front of her and grab her hips. I pick her up and set her down on a table with nicely rolled towels that tumble to the floor. I step in between her legs and lean forward.

"I think you were checking me out," I say close to her mouth. She gulps looking from my eyes to my lips and back again.

I smirk and lean forward until my mouth brushes hers. "Do want me to kiss you?" I ask against her lips.

"Yes," she barely whispers. My smirk grows before my lips touched hers.

I kiss her gently but she takes control. She grabs my hair and opens her mouth. My tongue dances around her sweet mouth that I want around my cock. My hand goes to her hair and I grab a fist full and move my mouth to her neck.

I bite and suck her neck. She moans my name and wraps her arms around my neck pressing my hard-on into her soaked pussy.

I kiss along her jaw until my dark brown orbs meet her captivating blue orbs. I rest my forehead on hers and she closes her eyes. I study her face and all I can think is how beautiful this woman is.

"As much as I want to continue where this was heading I have to drop you off at your house and pick up Brian, Will, and Sam," I tell her. She nods her head and hops down once I move away.

I grab her hand as we leave the gym. I pull her upstairs and into my room. "I need to take a shower but grab something from my closet to wear," I say glancing at her before going to the bathroom and starting the shower.

After steam starts pouring out of the shower I climb in and the water relaxes my sore muscles. I wash my hair and body before rinsing. I turn the shower off and wrap a towel around my waist. I go into the closet and get dressed for the day

I am wearing a Tom Ford three piece dark grey suit with black dress shoes. I put on a few rings on each hand and pull on a gold chain around my neck. I spray Dolce Gabbana cologne before I leave the closet.

Brooke is sitting on the edge my bed wearing my adida white sweatshirt and matching shorts rolled up at the waist to fit her slim hips.

I rake my eyes over her body and I can not disagree that I like her in my clothes and my shoes. I have to fight my amused smile at seeing her in my Gucci slides that probably do not fit her at all.

She looks up but I am still raking my eyes over body too say anything. "If your done lusting over my body I would like to go home," she says with a unamused expression.

"Of course," I say opening the bedroom door for her to exit and once she is in front of me my eyes zero in to her ass and damm I can feel my cock stir to life.

We get to the elevator and she presses the button before grabbing her purse off the side table. I place my hand on her lower back and I smirk at her catch of breath.

She goes into the elevator and I follow. I place my hand on the scanner and remove my hand after a green light flashes below.

"That was not here yesterday," Brooke says staring at the scanner.

"No it was you were to busy gawking at the elevator to notice," I say glancing at her before looking straight ahead.

"Sure," she says and exits the elevator. She moves towards the car we drove yesterday but I move towards the all black 7 seater tesla.

Brooke reaches for the handle of the white Range Rover. She tries opening it but I unlock the tesla and she looks at me.

"How many cars do you have?" she asks with a raised brow and marches towards me. She passes me leaning against the hood of the car and opens the passenger door and slides in while saying. "Nevermind don't answer that."

A light smile is on my lips as the door slams. I go to the driver's seat and slide into the car. I press the engine button and the car purrs alive. I smile at the sound and drive the car out of the garage.

I glance at Brooke and see her texting someone. I click on the radio and jazz music floats through the car. I turn down the volume to have it as nice background music.

Brooke stares out the window before turning towards me. "Did you know that I was Brooklyn Russo or did you think I was Brooklyn Liliac Hudson?" she asks me.

I look at her before my eyes drift back to the road. "When we first met I thought you were Brooklyn Hudson but I did some digging," I tell her turning down a neighborhood road that leads to her house.

"Digging?" she questions with a raised brow. "Like background check?" she asks and I nod my head. "What did it say?"

I take a deep breath and exhale before glancing at her to find her eyes on me. "It said that you burned to death in a cabin in Ireland. You were 13 and another body was in the cabin who was a close family friend. Local authorities believed someone burned it down on purpose," I tell her.

She chuckles darkly. "I can tell you it was burned down on purpose because I am the one that lit the match and dropped to the gasoline covered cabin," she tells me looking back out the window at the iron gate.

"Why did you burn it down?" I ask her driving through the gate and down the long road to the large mansion that Brooke calls home.

"Aisling Walsh the close family friend who I called my best friend decided to try and kill me after getting a million dollars from the Colombian Mafia who wanted to put an end to the young girl who killed their two oldest hijos (Sons)," she said lost in memories.

"At thirteen?" I ask. I am not surprised that someone tried to kill her at that age since I have had figli di puttane (Motherfuckers) try to kill me since the age of nine.

"Yup, thirteen," she says popping he 'p' obnoxiously.

I pull up to the house and she opens her door but with a hand on her wrist I stop her. "If you try to do something stupid again call me or text me to come and I will," I tell her and she raises a brow questionly.

"I put my contact in your phone while you were sleeping." I tell her and she nods her head before leaving the car and entering the house.

I watch her enter the house before looking at the buffoons in my car. "How was your night? Did you fuck her till she bruised?" Sam asks with a wriggle of his brows.

I gave him a death glare and he puts his arms up in surrender. "Boss, we have a traitor at the coastal warehouse," Will reads off his phone and hell fire flows through my whole body.

"Well then let's fuck him up," I growl and reverse the car down the rode towards the warehouse that holds the motherfucker.