James.

I slept nestled into my favorite places—my face nestled in Becca’s neck, my hand nestled around one of her breasts, my c*ck nestled between her legs. It was bliss, and it was a necessary reprieve from the Alessandro debacle. I couldn’t imagine losing that little boy any more than Becca could.

If it came down to it, and it looked as though it would, I was going to talk with Tony about kidnapping. It was an insane move, but this was an insane ...