Tito Doble P Novels & Stories

Tito unlocks the door and enters. He lets out a loud sigh and walks to his deck, he bends down and removes the wood coveting the safe, Enzo peeks at him. Tito presses the password but Enzo is not able to see what he inserted. Tito brings out some important documents that have to do with their drug dealings then his gun, he couldn't take it when visiting the twins, he didn't want them to get scared if they mistakenly saw it. Tito loads the gun and puts the documents back in their place, he locks the safe. He slides the wood back and stands up.

"Now she's drooling all over the front porch!" My eyes drifted up at the remark to meet twin blue eyes staring down at me in amusement. Two men stood on the porch in all their magnificence. Their height spanned well over six feet. Adam, the shirtless male, grinned down at me rather wolfishly. His hair, dark as night, was long and tousled, falling over his face. He had a twig between his lips that he played with as his eyes scrutinized me. "Pardon my Brother, Miss Lopez," His brother, who thankfully had a shirt on, said with a smile. "He is a bit too eager. I am Antonio-"

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

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And with that, they would work together to make the Black Wolf mafia even bigger. And with that, the doubleshot mission, created by Jeff and Law, was also closed. The mission that was originally created to obtain a dangerous tool ended up finding loving and precious partners.

“Yes, I like it.” He stood up from the chair and took a step closer. “You didn’t answer the second question… how does it feel?” “It feels good.” He had a satisfied smile on his face. “Again,” he growled. “Rub it slowly and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.” I obeyed him. My middle finger slid around my clit. I circled it and pressed it. My hips jerked up on their own, chasing more. My other hand grabbed the sheet, twisting it tight like it could keep me grounded.

If only I was still in the game. “Do you want the east or not?” I asked furrowing my brows. “M.m! It’s not “do I want it.” It's when are you taking back what’s yours.” He contradicted staring right into my eyes. “The twins have the east, it's theirs, and…” “You mean my east? Mine?” He said smugly and cocked a brow. Anger brewed very intensely from deep inside me. “Yes fine. Your east. You want it or not?”

A tattoo covers one of his pecs, moving up to his shoulder and down part of his arm. His arms are just as huge as the rest of him—sculpted biceps and forearms and… good Lord, this guy looks like he should be felling trees or something. My eyes don’t stay on his arms, though—they go right back to the bongos. And the fact that those bongos are covering his… bongos. “My package?” he asks. “What?! I’m not looking at your package,” I protest. My voice seems to come out at least an octave higher than it is. I practically squeak like a mouse.

This is only one of many reasons I am with the two of them. They are excellent providers and we will want for nothing, except maybe a little less drama in our lives, that is. Hell, who am I kidding? We are with twin mafia dons, there is no way in hell we are ever going to get rid of all the drama. We can just keep the drama and the men.