The Woman at the Funeral (Costa Family #11) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Then I helped her in and slid in behind her, pulling her against my chest.

“I know you have a million questions.”

“There’s time for that later,” I assured her as my hand drifted up and down her side.

“I’m worried I’ll forget. Things are already getting fuzzy.”

“Okay. Tell me what is the most important.”

“Matthew changed his mind.”

“What?”

“Ronny had come up with the plan. And Matthew had gone along with it. They even had a buyer. But something… I don’t know changed. Matthew didn’t want to go through with it. So he stashed the files and hid his electronics.”

That was somewhat comforting, at least.

He wasn’t a good man.

But maybe he wasn’t so evil, either.

“I think she was implying that the guy who was going to buy the information was who killed him.”

Which meant that Ronny and her family still had an enemy out there if they didn’t get the information to them.

I wasn’t sure which part would be more motivating to her: the money or their lives.

But that was shit to deal with later.

Right now, my focus was on Blair.

“It felt good,” she said, sounding sleepy.

“What did?”

“Talking back to Ronny. I’ve bitten my tongue for so many years, hearing her tear down my character when she was no saint herself. I probably shouldn’t have goaded her.”

“Hey, I bet that was healing.”

“It was.” She was quiet for a minute, letting me run a washcloth over her body, washing away any lingering traces of dirt or dried blood. “Am I allowed to ask?”

“You can ask. But I honestly don’t have anything to tell you. Yet. The Family is working on it.”

“Don’t you need to be out—”

“I’m right where I need to be.”

She turned her head in toward my neck.

“My head hurts.”

With the unknown drugs still in her system, Salvatore decided not to give her prescription painkillers. And, clearly, the over-the-counter ones weren’t quite doing their job.

“Maybe we should get you to bed. See if you can sleep it off.”

“I don’t think I could fall asleep,” she said, sounding close to crying again.

“I can think of one other kind of pain relief,” I offered, letting my hand drift low down her belly.

Her body reacted before she could even answer, her legs falling open for me.

I let my hand slide between, teasing up and down her center until her breath was coming in shorter, faster gasps. Only then did my finger drift up, teasing around her clit. Slow, almost lazy, not wanting her to jostle her body too much.

It was a gentle climb.

Then she came with a sweet little moan that made me have to focus to keep my own desire from building.

“How’s your head?” I asked afterward.

“Huh?” she asked, sleepy.

There was a smile on my lips as I climbed out, quickly dried off, then pulled her out and dried her off as well. I helped her into one of my tees, then took her to the bed.

I’d just managed to get myself dressed when Leo came into the apartment, a confused Goya looking around. He bounded to me when he caught sight of me. I unclipped his leash after a quick pet. Then he followed his nose down the hallway toward Claire.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed, still sleepy, as—I imagined—the dog leapt up on the bed.

“How is she?”

“Exhausted. Hoping she’ll knock out, so the headache has a chance to go away.”

Leo nodded, following me over to the coffee pot.

“Zeno’s fingers are gonna catch fire with how fast he is typing and scrolling,” Leo told me. “And everyone else is getting in touch with their crews, so we can increase the eyes on the street. They’re gonna surface eventually. Meantime, Lorenzo and Emilio have burned the documents now that they’ve read through it all to see if there was anything in it that the Family needed to know about.”

That checked out.

The documents had been ridiculously thorough. If anyone had been caught talking to the wrong crews or, God forbid, the cops, it would have been in those files.

“So that means the only copy we are aware of is on the laptop in Zeno’s apartment,” I said.

“Don’t worry. Cosimo and his crew are going to be protecting him until we can get everything we need off that thing before destroying it.”

Good.

One less thing to worry about.

“What a clusterfuck,” I said, passing him a cup of coffee. It was going to be a long night for all of us.

“The bright side is, we all can see how we need to improve now. I gotta stop going to the gym at the exact same fucking time every day,” he said.

That was true.

It was a horrible situation, all around, but it did show us the weak spots in our organization that others could use against us.

“Brio’s probably loving this.”

“What? Torturing Danny?”

“Well, we know he always loves that,” Leo said. “But no. I meant that with this, everyone who doesn’t already have one has been asking him about getting them a dog for home protection. And for things like going to the parks with the kids.”


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