Claiming His Queen
It was amusing how he had his face out the window, pretending not to be interested.
"The mayor is not pleased, you say?" Adler reached for the table, where a bunch of grapes lay on a tray. He picked one, throwing it into his mouth, letting the pungent taste distract him from the blowing urge to tell the old man to fuck himself. "He never seemed interested in this, thought it was all Athena."
"It isn't," Domenico, disturbed at the sight of him rolling the fruit around his tongue, threatened a chuckle out of him, “the reason I'm taking it into my hands, Adler; the earlier the making of heirs, the better for everyone.’
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