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Jason McCann's lost cousin. Ace Black -He is seventeen years old. He has black hair with blue eyes and he is dangerous. Controls his own mafia since his father killed his mother at a ball which made Ace take over the Mafia. He's an assassin, Hacker and street racer. Luca, Domenico and Giovanni Romano best friend. Liam Black

"Yeah." Watching the super awkward look take over Kieran's face as his fangs try to force my simple name out of his lips, Zuberi lets out a giant, happy laugh. "My Mommy's teeth don't bite pack friends! Your wolf doesn't need to look so scared of her shadow!" "You are...?" I bend my waist down, ruffling the soft fur on my young pup's head with a warm smile. "This is my youngest baby boy, Zuberi Blackthorne."

“Yes, Big Daddy.” “Good,” he purrs, pinning me harder, placing a hand under my skirt to massage my ass as he grinds into me. “When we are done tonight, I’m going to pound into you so hard that you’ll see stars.” His mouth travels lower, nibbling on my breasts through the thin fabric. “And If you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll take you back to the office and bend you over my desk and fuck you’ll forget your name,” I clench so tight at the thought I feel my juices start to saturate my panties. “The only name that will be on your lips is mine.” “Yes, Kane,” I look him straight in the eyes, challenging him.

All of us had been against Dad remarrying, especially such a young woman but then Dad does whatever he wants "The black baby mama, when is she going back home?" She asked "Her name is Keith, and she isnt going anyway anytime soon" I said a bit irritated by the fact that she had to address by her color "Your father is not going to entertain her being here for long trust me" she commented, Weather Dad liked it or not, seems Saul wanted his son,

“You got it, but Grant and Kiyah are the only ones still awake; the other two conked out after our jam session.” “Jam session, huh?” “That’s right. I introduced them to something other than Metallica.” “Hmmm, let me guess…Black Sabbath?” “That…that’s a little heavy before bedtime. We listened to Van Halen instead.” “Decent choice.” “Ms. Kierra, I’m tired, and you’re hogging the phone,” Grant informed. “Oops, my bad,” she laughed before assumingly handing the phone to my eldest. “Goodnight, Dad.” Before I could respond, Kiyah’s bubbly voice filled the phone.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

I wanted the marks. He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close. “Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close. “Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick. “Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.

He was wearing a black hoodie, his legs kicked out in front of him. Damien Black. The youngest. I’d seen him in the tabloids—the wildest Black. He looked younger than Dominic, but his eyes had that same sharp, dangerous edge that seemed to run in the family. "I... I didn't see you there," I stuttered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "Clearly," he said. He stood up, moving with a fluid, lazy grace. He looked like trouble. He walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a glass, and grabbed a bottle of amber liquid from the counter. He poured a heavy glass and slid it across the marble toward me.

Kane: After our little venture to Chaze’s nightclub, I met up with Kyle when he called me and said he was done. He reported that the Ruby Wolf Pack were pretty much done for. Only about fifteen to twenty members were left alive. They were all captured and taken to the opera house. Since he finished so quickly I had him meet me at our favorite cafe for a quick bite. We talked and laughed about his little fight with Benson. We didn’t stay there long and soon arrived at the opera house. The moment we entered the theater we slowed our pace down as two figures stood with their backs to us. The first figure was undoubtedly my father. The second figure was a large man with no shirt on. It took me