Book 3: Distracted

Dante

Sunday morning comes bright and early to the bed I custom-ordered so long ago to hold the random women I was fucking. When I wake up next to a naked, fucked-out El, covered in bruises she begged me for from neck to knee, my first thought is that I’ve never asked her if the mattress is comfortable. She’s going to be my wife, the mother of my children. So much of our life is still mine. I kiss her sleeping cheek and roll over to check my phone for mattresses that allow people to adjust both sides to their comfort.

I should’ve known. My screen is covered with notifications. Capos, allies, people from the funeral. Tony. I open his first.

Cal called me too. I set up a meeting with him and a triad representative to talk. I’ll roll your ass out of bed if I have to.

I snort. Cal Duncan is getting bossy. But neither he nor Tony is wrong. If they really have a lead on Fyodor, I need to fucking do something about that. I roll out of bed with a gro