Jacob, the evil mafia boss

“Do you think she will be able to hold it in before we come back?” Jacob asked, grabbing a black tailored suit from their wardrobe, which was twice the size of a celebrity’s wardrobe.

“Can’t say. She had already received multiple orgasms from us before I inserted the vibrator in her,” Jackson replied as he chose his favorite Rolex wristwatch and packed the files they would need in the meeting they were on their way to.

“I hope she holds on though,” Jacob answered, half smirking at his brother.

He was the rascal. As playful and easygoing as he was, he was also the devil that all the little and big mobsters in London feared most. He ran the Michaelsons’ underground and illegal business.

Making him upset was like offending the devil. He didn’t forgive nor did he forget!

“Let’s talk about the meeting we are going to now, all right?” Jackson answered.

He had shifted into billionaire mood. At this particular meeting, he needed the fireball—who was also his twin brother—to hide his usual ways