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"Lawson, Mr. Pastore is apparently out of town on business. No idea when he'll be back."
"That's seriously bad timing!"
Lawson looked slightly annoyed. Second time he hit brick wall recently.
First got shut out by Sofia Bonanno, now failed to get inside connection through Dominic. Was hitting up Neal to work with FBI really his only option left?
Seeing Lawson's expression, Dominic hesitated.
"Lawson, want me to try reaching someone else?"
"No. This shit has to stay completely under radar, otherwise we're all dead meat!"
Dominic nodded.
"Fair enough! Lawson, I'll keep trying to reach Mr. Pastore. Minute he gets back to me, I'll hit you up."
Lawson trusted Dominic. Guy definitely wouldn't sell him out.
"Guess that's only play for now."
Right then, bedroom door cracked open. Mia poked her head out.
"How long are you guys going to talk?"
Dominic raised eyebrow, wearing weird expression.
"Mia, you really that desperate to be with Lawson?"
"Dominic, what the hell are you talking about!"
Mia got highly flustered, pretending to storm over and hit her brother.
"Alright, alright! We're done talking. Hurry up and go on your date with Lawson!"
Dominic used his good arm to block his sister's attacks, but one hand wasn't enough. Eventually surrendered.
Lawson checked time. Figured it was late enough and decided to bounce.
"Dominic, won't interrupt you and Letty's alone time anymore."
"You too. Take good care of my sister!"
Clearly, Dominic fully shipped Lawson and Mia. Still totally blind to Lawson's fuckboy nature.
"Dominic, I can take care of myself!"
Before leaving, Mia couldn't resist snapping back at her brother, but she still actively grabbed Lawson's hand as they left apartment.
As Lawson and Mia walked out, they bumped straight into Brian O'Conner.
"Hey, O'Conner. Looking for my brother?"
"Yeah. Dominic around?"
"Course he is!"
Brian's undercover work finally made progress, so guy was likely striking while iron was hot.
But with Lawson standing there holding Mia's hand right in front of Brian, gave off weird cucking vibe.
Even though Brian barely just met Mia, and Lawson knew her first.
Brian sized Lawson up. He'd seen Lawson hanging with Dominic several times now. Silently added Lawson to his high-risk suspect list.
"I'll head up then. See you around!"
"See ya!"
Mia held Lawson's hand all the way back to Dodge Viper, then looked at him with massive, blinking eyes.
"Where to next?"
Blatantly obvious hint. Lawson wasn't stupid enough to play blind.
"Wherever you want to go, we go!"
"Know solid coffee shop nearby. Want to grab drink?"
Mia didn't suggest Toretto's Cafe. She knew damn well their own coffee tasted like shit.
"Sure! I'll drive, you navigate."
Lawson fired up Dodge Viper and drove Mia to coffee shop she mentioned.
Place was actually pretty nice. Lawson noticed plenty of couples on dates inside. Clearly exactly why Mia brought him here.
Two sat down and ordered coffees. Influenced by romantic vibe, Mia's face slowly flushed pink.
Complete 180 from her usual tough street-girl persona.
"First time coming to coffee shop like this."
Faint smile touched Lawson's face. Smile made Mia's heart skip beat. Guy was just too fucking charming.
"Really? Then how did you know about it?"
"Dominic. Told me he brings Letty here all the time."
Lawson gave Mia half-smile, making her nervous again.
"Lawson, do you think..."
Mia finally worked up courage, but waiter dropped off coffees right at that moment, cutting her off.
"Enjoy your drinks!"
That threw Mia right back into silence.
No choice. Lawson had to break awkward silence himself.
"Mia, what were you going to say?"
"I... I wanted to ask if you have girlfriend!"
Lawson stirred his coffee with spoon, answering Mia with absolute honesty.
"Mia, I know what you're getting at, but I'm not single right now."
Mia and Dominic both held deep traditional family values. Bullshitting them about this could easily turn them into bitter enemies.
Lawson wasn't about to torpedo his own operations over chick.
Mia looked like her entire world just collapsed. Desperately grabbed Lawson's hand.
"Is it that woman Dominic saw other night?"
Lawson looked up at Mia. Knew she meant Svafa. Dominic definitely spilled beans.
Exactly why Lawson refused to lie. Tell one lie, you gotta spin ten more to cover it.
Lawson inevitably had to deal with Dominic. Lies would get exposed eventually, creating massive liabilities.
So Lawson laid it all out clearly. Kept his business clean.
Unless Lawson pulled some Hypnosis Trump Card one day, then he could totally say fuck it.
Honestly, Lawson planned to come clean to Black too, just not yet.
Svafa was easiest to handle. Chick had zero desire to lock Lawson down exclusively.
"That woman is just one of them. Actually got another one too."
Mia stared at Lawson in utter shock. Her brain completely short-circuited.
"Another one? Then... aren't you going to get married?"
"Fact is, I don't believe in marriage. Marriage is just legal tool to divide assets. People genuinely in love don't need that useless shit."
Saying that, Lawson squeezed Mia's hand.
"Mia, I'm telling you this purely because I refuse to let lies ruin my friendship with you and your brother."
Mia's face showed incredibly complex mix of emotions. Heartbreak, frustration, deep attraction all tangled together.
Suddenly, Mia seemed to make massive decision. Stood up, leaned over, and aggressively kissed Lawson.
Lawson was slightly stunned. Didn't expect Mia to pull this move after learning he was two-timing. He was fully prepared for her to walk away forever.
Guess he seriously underestimated his own face!
Mia kissed him incredibly hard, pouring her entire body weight into it. Felt like Lawson was straight-up getting assaulted.
But girls got smaller lung capacity. Mia eventually ran out of breath and broke off.
Panting heavily, Mia stared at Lawson with absolute resolve.
"Lawson, I'm going to change you. I swear I will!"
Lawson flashed helpless smile and looked out window.
Change him? Yeah, right!
(Still Mia)
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Mia's lips crashed against Lawson's like a storm breaking over the Pacific—raw, desperate, and completely unfiltered. The coffee shop's low hum of chatter and clinking cups faded into white noise the second she lunged across the tiny table. Her mouth was hot, insistent, tasting of the sweet caramel latte she'd barely touched. She didn't kiss like a girl testing the waters; she kissed like a woman who'd just decided to burn every bridge behind her. Her tongue pushed past his lips without hesitation, sliding against his in a wet, hungry tangle that made Lawson's pulse spike hard in his throat.
He let her lead for three full heartbeats—long enough for her to moan softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating straight down his spine—before his hands finally moved. Slow. Deliberate. Like he was memorizing every inch of her. One palm settled at the small of her back, fingers splaying wide under the hem of her tight black tank top, feeling the warm, smooth skin there. The other hand slid up her side, thumb tracing the curve of her ribs through the thin fabric, then higher, brushing the underside of her breast. Mia shivered violently, pressing closer, her nipples already tight little peaks straining against her bra.
"Lawson…" she breathed against his lips, the word half-plea, half-challenge. Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him harder into the kiss. He answered by deepening it, tongue stroking hers in slow, filthy circles that mimicked exactly what he wanted to do to her later. He let his fingers drift higher, cupping the heavy swell of her breast fully now, thumb circling the stiff nipple through two layers of fabric. Mia gasped into his mouth, hips twitching involuntarily in her seat. The kiss turned messier—wet sounds, shared breath, her teeth grazing his bottom lip like she wanted to devour him right there in the middle of the café.
They broke apart only when the waiter cleared his throat awkwardly two tables over. Mia's face was flushed crimson, lips swollen and shiny, eyes glassy with want. Lawson's hand was still under her shirt, thumb lazily stroking her nipple in slow, teasing circles that made her thighs press together under the table.
"Bathroom. Now," she whispered, voice wrecked.
He didn't argue. He stood first, pulling her up by the hand, and they weaved through the tables like nothing was happening. The public restroom at the back of the café was a single unisex stall—thank God. Lawson locked the door behind them the second they were inside. The space was tiny, barely enough room for two people, but that only made it hotter.
Mia spun on him instantly, shoving him back against the sink. Her mouth found his again, kiss even more frantic now—tongues sliding deep, teeth nipping, little desperate sounds spilling from her throat. Lawson took his time. His hands roamed slow and possessive, sliding under her tank top to map the soft skin of her stomach, then higher, pushing the fabric up until both hands cupped her bare breasts. He groaned into the kiss at how full and heavy they felt, thumbs rolling her nipples in lazy circles while his fingers gently kneaded the soft flesh. Mia whimpered, arching into his touch, hips grinding against the hard line of his cock through his jeans.
"Fuck, Mia… you're so soft," he murmured against her lips, voice low and rough. He pinched one nipple lightly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, then soothed it with slow strokes while his other hand slipped down to palm her ass, squeezing the firm curve through her shorts. She moaned louder, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Lawson smiled into the kiss and kept groping her slow—deliberately slow—squeezing and releasing the globe of her ass, fingers dipping under the hem of her shorts to trace the line of her thong.
She was soaked already. He could feel the heat through the thin fabric when his hand slid between her thighs from behind. Two fingers pressed against her clothed pussy, rubbing slow circles over her clit while his mouth devoured hers. Mia's legs shook. She broke the kiss to bury her face in his neck, panting.
"Lawson… please… I need you inside me right now."
He didn't make her beg twice. In one smooth motion he spun her around, bending her over the sink. Her hands braced on the mirror as he yanked her shorts and thong down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and aching, and he rubbed the fat head along her slick folds—teasing, slow—while his free hand kept groping her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple in time with the shallow thrusts against her pussy.
Then he pushed in. One long, steady stroke until he bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her tight, fluttering heat. Mia's moan was loud enough to carry outside the door. Lawson clamped a hand over her mouth gently, the other still groping her tit slow and firm as he started fucking her in short, deep thrusts—quickie pace, but every movement deliberate, letting her feel every inch dragging along her walls.
The mirror fogged with their breath. Lawson watched her face in it—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed—as he kept one hand on her breast, squeezing and tugging her nipple while his hips snapped faster. The slap of skin was quiet but filthy in the small space. Mia came hard within a minute, pussy clamping down on him like a vice, muffling her cry against his palm. Lawson followed right after, burying himself deep and filling her with thick, hot spurts while his hand kept lazily groping her breast through the aftershocks.
They stayed locked together for ten seconds, breathing hard. Then he pulled out, tucked himself away, and helped her fix her clothes with surprisingly gentle hands. A quick kiss—soft this time, almost tender—before they slipped back out like nothing had happened.
The car ride to Mrs. Gaines's apartment was pure torture. Mia sat in the passenger seat of the Dodge Viper, thighs squeezed together, Lawson's cum slowly leaking into her thong. Every red light he reached over and groped her again—slow, possessive strokes up her thigh, fingers dipping under her shorts to tease her swollen clit while he kept one eye on the road. At one stoplight he leaned over and kissed her deep and filthy, tongue fucking her mouth while two fingers slid inside her, curling slow and perfect until she came again with a choked whimper against his lips.
By the time they reached the apartment, Mia was trembling. The second the door closed behind them she was on him again—kissing him like she was starving, hands shoving his shirt up so she could rake her nails down his abs. Lawson walked her backward toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, his hands finally free to grope her properly.
He took his time now. Pushed her tank top up and off, then her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill into his hands. He kissed her slow and deep while he groped them—lifting, squeezing, thumbs circling her nipples in lazy spirals until she was whining into his mouth. Then he dropped to his knees, kissing down her stomach, peeling her shorts and soaked thong down her legs. He buried his face between her thighs right there in the living room, tongue sliding through her folds slow and thorough while his hands kept groping her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could lick deeper.
Mia came on his tongue twice before he stood up, spun her around, and bent her over the back of the couch. He fucked her hard and fast this time—quickie in the apartment—but his hands never stopped groping. One on her breast, squeezing and tugging her nipple; the other between her legs, rubbing slow circles on her clit while he pounded into her from behind. She screamed his name when she came the third time, pussy gushing around him. Lawson followed with a deep groan, filling her again until his cum dripped down her thighs.
They didn't stop there. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and spent the next hour kissing her slow and deep while his hands explored every inch of her body—groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs—like he was learning her by touch alone. When he finally slid back inside her, it was slow and deep, missionary so he could keep kissing her and groping her tits at the same time, thumbs rolling her nipples in lazy circles while his cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside her.
Mia came again, sobbing his name, legs locked around his waist. Lawson spilled inside her one last time, then collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest. His hand still lazily cupped one breast, thumb stroking the nipple in slow, soothing circles as they caught their breath.
"Still think you can change me, Mia?" he whispered against her hair, voice rough with satisfaction.
She looked up at him, eyes shining, lips swollen from hours of kissing. A wicked little smile curved her mouth.
"Watch me try, Lawson. Every single day."
He laughed softly and kissed her again—slow, deep, and full of promise—while his hand kept groping her breast like he never planned to let go.