Chapter 2
“Stop.” Blanche puts her palm against my chest, doing the same to Monty.
She’s taking her life into her own hands right now, my patience is frayed.
I have to follow Sophia. I cannot leave her on her own.
I saw the anguish in her eyes before she dropped her stare.
It was not long ago I held her while she had a nightmare. She should not be alone.
“Blanche, get the fuck out of my way.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on with the three of you.” I rear back, looking at Monty for help. He grins and waves his hand with a flourish for me to respond.
“None of your business.” I grit out, my body vibrating with frustration.
I don’t like being separated from Sophia.
But not having eyes on her…I am going to flip the fuck out if she doesn’t get out of my way.
I could knock her over, but the retribution would be endless.
And I don’t think Sophia would take kindly to her sister being treated like that.
“Everything about my sisters is my business. And Sophia…” My eyes widen fractionally at the hitch in Blanche’s voice.
She and Tovah are so much alike, brash and blunt.
It is easy to forget they are capable of so much, possess so much heart and love for those close to them.
“She is not doing well, Yak. My sisters and I have left it alone, knowing that she found comfort and some semblance of peace with you and Monty. But the woman who just drove out of here like the bats of hell were chasing after her is not at peace. What the fuck happened?”
“She’s not sleeping, Blanche,” Monty begins, his immense concern evident in his tone.
“She comes into our suite at night and sleeps at the foot of his bed.” Tears well in Blanche’s eyes before she blinks them away.
“Between clients, she finds Yak or me and curls up in our laps for naps. She won’t talk about it, and we don’t push. ”
“She won’t talk to us either.” I know how hard that was for Blanche to admit.
I’m having déjà vu thinking of Ruthie a couple years ago.
A second later, Blanche regains her composure, stands straight and glares at me.
“Is this about your position in the organization?” My brows slant in question.
“Are you humoring her for the sake of security? Is there more to your dedication to her comfort and safety?”
My jaw moves but no sound comes out. Monty chuckles, putting his arm around my shoulders and answering for me. “He’s in love with her. So am I.” We’ve never discussed it, but it’s obvious to both of us how the other feels.
“She doesn’t know.”
“No, she doesn’t.” He confirms Blanche’s suspicions.
“Regardless of my feelings for her, she is a member of the mishpocheh. It is my duty to protect her. It is my honor.”
Blanche rolls her eyes. “Men are fucking stupid.”
“We are.” I glare at my best friend when he agrees so quickly.
“What? We are. You’re being stupid. Have been for months.
I’m not saying professing our love to her will magically fix her, but I think knowing how we feel about her will give her stability, relieve some of the pressure of the unknown.
It’s easy to see she is battling with the events of last year, the shootings, and the lengths her own father was willing to go in the name of greed.
She needs us and honestly, we need her.”
“But you’re holding back, out of what? Some concern that you aren’t worthy?”
“No.” And while that might be a bit of what holds me back, it isn’t the crux of the issue. I do not offer an explanation and smirk when Blanche’s hands flex at her sides and her jaw ticks. She wants to punch me, and it amuses me.
Monty glances at me for a moment, then turns to Blanche.
“Sophia is sweet, tender, innocent. Pure. And Yak’s tastes…
I’ve seen him with the women he fucks. I’ve been in the room a time or two.
” Despite his dark complexion, his cheeks darken.
Is he blushing? “This isn’t a weekend of fun, blowing off steam.
Sophia isn’t a way to pass the time. We don’t want to scare her.
Don’t want to start something that can never go anywhere because our wants and desires don’t align.
She responds to both of us differently, as she should, given our individual proclivities. ”
“Is Sophia entering a throuple or would she be added to an existing couple?”
“Monty and I are not in a relationship,” I clarify, though it feels wrong to say it.
Technically, we aren’t. Despite occasionally enjoying threesomes together and fucking women in the same room, we have never crossed swords, never even kissed.
We’ve focused on the female between us. I don’t think I have ever had the compulsion for more, but at night in bed with Sophia against my chest and Monty at her back…
The front door opens behind us and Tevye, Zilv, and Jonah step out, not surprised to find us standing on the front porch having a pow-wow.
I run my hand over the top of my head, focusing on the way the buzz cut abrades my palm, before dragging it down my face and beard.
They overheard our conversation. Damn nibby yentehs.
Incredulously, Zilv asks, “Wait, you’re fucking inseparable. So, you two haven’t been a couple this whole time?”
“No.” Monty stares at him with a shake of his head. “You thought we were dating for years and just never talked about it?”
“You’re a private guy, Yak.” I shrug because that’s accurate. That’s why this pointless conversation is so fucking frustrating. I should be in my car, chasing after Sophia…with Monty.
Jonah snorts, laughing as he tells us, “Honestly, for a while, I thought Yak and Tev were a thing.”
Tevye blusters, “Pshaw, as if.” I smirk at him.
“Tev could never be with someone whose dick is bigger than his.”
Zilv snaps his fingers, “So, he could never be with another man…and some women.”
“Fuck you,” Tev spits out harshly at Zilv. He just grins obnoxiously.
“No can do; my dick is bigger than yours.”
Monty clears his throat awkwardly, “And you’re related.”
“Yes, that too.”
“I cannot believe this is the brain trust in charge of the Kosher Nostra.” Blanche laments, leaning against the building and crossing her arms. “Yak, I have watched you with my sister, witnessed the ease with which the three of you orbit one another. You’re not vanilla, but you aren’t a 50 Shades wannabe, and Monty offers balance.
Sophia needs a firm dick as much as she needs a soft hand.
If you love her like I know you do and want to be with her, then quit being such a little bitch and tell her.
” She glances between Monty and me, then points her finger at us.
“She thinks she is coming between you two, I guarantee it. So, figure out your shit and set her straight.”
“A light spanking might be in order.” Zilv grins broadly until my fist connects with his gut.
“Shit. Wait.” Blanche pinches the bridge of her nose with a heavy sigh.
“Do either of you suffer from any penile deformity?” Monty chokes on his own spit, I pat his back hard as we both shake our heads.
“Are you married?” I snort, knowing why she’s asking these questions.
We shake our heads once more. “The Goldman Girls don’t have much luck in the dating world.
Dottie is an anomaly, always has been.” It’s obvious to see the love and devotion between the sisters.
We didn’t share a womb, but I can admit it’s like me and Monty.
“Oh, one last question, have either of you killed anyone in the last 30 minutes.”
My smile drops as it falls eerily silent on the porch.
I stare at Blanche with a blank expression, but she’s a smart woman.
That fucker had it coming, badmouthing the Kosher Nostra in our own backyard and across town.
A quick check of his phone, courtesy of another employee sitting at the table with him, confirmed today was not an isolated incident.
We cannot allow that kind of disrespect, nor the compromise of our network.
He had been taking people to the safe houses to party and fuck around.
Serious breach of trust and the safety of our people.
Blanche rolls her eyes at me and cocks her hip out. “Was it justified?”
“Yes.” She stares at Tevye for several long seconds, gauging his sincerity. When she looks back at me and Monty, a soft smile tips her lips.
“I’ll give you a pass then.”
“Uh, quick question. How do you think everyone will react to the three of us being in a relationship? If that’s what we decide.” Monty glances at me quickly, a sharp pain in my chest at his unease.
“Fuck ‘em.” I grip his face and bring his lips to mine in a fierce kiss. We groan, and I push past his lips and tangle my tongue with his. His taste, the slick glide of his tongue along mine, the stubble beneath my palms…why have we not done this before?
“Oh, Montgomery, my cock hardens for thee!”
“Yakov, I love you with the force of a thousand napalm bombs!”
“Pray my asshole is not as tight as my wallet or you will never fit!”
I reluctantly break the greatest kiss of my life to wrap my hand around Zilv’s throat and push him against the wall. “I’m not cheap, I just refuse to give you money for a dumb business idea!”
“For fuck’s sake, Zilv! Did you ask Yak to fund your Jewish mafia video game?”
“Video game?”
“Kosher Kombat.”
I shake my head. “Not a video game, he wanted me to invest in dissolvable condoms.”
The others fall silent for a moment, then exclaim, “What?” in unison.
Zilv pushes me away and I allow him. “Cockables. Like Lunchables, but for cocks.” I swear I can hear everyone else blink as they stare at him in shock.
I already heard his ridiculous pitch, and I’m not shocked anymore by his absurdity.
“Kosher prophylactics that taste great. For sex workers during blowjobs. They protect themselves from grody dicks while enjoying a scrumptious snack.”
Blanche surprises us all when she drops her arm around Zilv’s shoulder and leads him into the compound.
“I don’t hate this idea, though I don’t see the need to mention they are kosher.
Tell me more about it. Wouldn’t the condom then taste like grody dick as it dissolves?
” Before the door closes, she glances at me over her shoulder.
“You and Monty? Hawt. Forgot you two had grody dicks for a second there. Give my sister the life she deserves…and orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.”