Page 5 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia

It’s freezing outside. The kind of cold that stings your lungs with every inhale. But Oscar was right. A glowing, pearlescent moon hangs heavily in the night sky, so bright its luminescence obscures even the stars.

But with the stars, so too does it light my path. I pop my earphones in, click play on an early 2000-era playlist, and start my walk.

It’s oddly peaceful. There isn’t much of anything happening on the streets. The nice part about it is my walks aren't completely solitary. A few members of the neighborhood burn the midnight oil. Their apartment lights ablaze, and sometimes I even overhear their conversations.

It helps when I’m feeling scared, but I don’t tonight. After my shift, I have a newfound sense of courage. Not only because I stood up to the asshole who tried groping me, but because I finally decided to speak to Luca.

It may not have come to fruition, but it’s still liberating. Tomorrow is another day, and Luca will be back in that chair, watching over the Sunken Sailor.

That’s when I’ll make my move, and there isn’t a thing he can do to stop me.

For the first time in a long time, I feel in control. It puts a bounce in my step, and before long, I’m skipping down the street singing along to Britney Spears in my ears. Nothing can get in the way of my good mood.

I can think of a few ways it would be improved. Luca’s arms wrapped around me, tearing clothes off my body in a fiery embrace that leads us to the promised land.

My loins tingle and shudders of pleasure wash over my body while my mind runs wild. His lips, face, rough fingers dancing across my skin. Our bodies connecting in sacrilegious harmony.

Not that I’d know what to do if I was in that position. I haven’t shared my bed. Hell, I haven’t even had my first kiss. I've been his since the second I saw him, and it's only getting worse. No one attracts me the way he does, and I don't want them to.

He’ll have to lead the way. Teach me how to tame those deep, dark desires running wild in his head.

He'll have to teach me how to be his.

I’ll be the perfect student. A blank canvas. A virgin. Luca’s to mold and shape into whatever pleases him.

A loud bang from an alleyway tears me away from my thoughts. My whole body seizes as if a shard of ice struck my heart and pinned me to my spot. The sudden fear brings a sharp, searing pain to my core, and chills explode through every muscle fiber.

I can’t see through the inky black dimming the moon's brightness. An unnatural black that almost reflects the ominous warning Oscar gave before I left the bar. If I were the superstitious sought, maybe I’d believe him now. That some cosmic karma is playing a sick joke on the foolish girl who didn’t heed the warnings.

But I’m not. I’m logical and sensical, and I don’t believe in ghosts and ghoulies making things go bump in the night. It’s probably a stray cat. It usually is.

Still, I prepare for the worst. I used to be a good runner in high school, so feet don’t fail me now.

“Tell me, pretty little thing,” a voice comes from the darkness. I’d recognize it anywhere. It’s the same brute who tried groping me in the bar. A sharp sting strikes my chest. “What’s a girl like you doing out here alone?”

He strikes a match and brings it to a cigarette hanging from his lips. For a brief second, I get another glimpse of his snake eyes and the wicked grin stretched across his face.

CHAPTER 4

Luca

Warmth. Home. Bed. TV.

Those words should describe what I’m doing. Instead, I’m out in the cold, slinking through shadows.

I’m walking down the street with my hands tucked into my pockets. Not even my five-hundred-dollar leather gloves keep the icy air from piercing through to the bone.

Josie’s across the street, skipping along carelessly. It pisses me off how easy it is to follow her. The worst part about it is that I’m doing little to hide. Staying just out of lamplight and dipping behind trees when she does happen to look over. Her negligent nature is going to get her in trouble.

At least she’ll have me here to protect her when it happens.

Harsh winds lash at every inch of my body. It teases my skin through the many layers I’ve plastered myself in. I wonder what it’s doing to Josie. But I don’t have to wonder much. With a cold like this, her nipples are rock-solid buds doing whatever they can to tear through her shirt.

Somehow, it doesn’t affect her. She continues haphazardly dancing through the night onward to her destination.

What I’d give to have Josie in front of me. Her bosom pressed against my body to warm me from this nightmarish chill. Better still, the two of us naked, huddling for heat with my cock buried deep inside her cunt.

Come on, Luca. Keep it together. You have no business chasing after this girl.

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