Page 34 of The Mafia's Seamstress

“I don’t want to complain but don’t we have shit to do?” I asked. Dante replaced his tongue with his finger. His finger slowly swirled around my clit and then moved down to my entrance.

“Yes. But you basically commanded my men in front of me–in front of my father. You didn’t care about the murder in their eyes for disrespecting me,” he said as he grazed my nipple with his teeth. I cradled his head, arching my back. “Now let me disrespectfully worship your body,” he said, taking my nipple back in his mouth.

I mewled, my legs trying to wrap around him as he sucked my nipple. His other hand grabbed my leg, spreading me out like dessert.

“You look so good spread out for me, Bella,” he said. I nodded, rocking my hips against the air. While he tortured my breasts his hand traveled down until his finger back on my entrance. It was aching to be filled. I moaned back into my hand. I shook my head at him. He smirked.

“Do you want to come on my fingers?” he teased, only pressing the tip of two fingers inside. I scooted my ass down and the tip of his finger slipped further in. I arched an eyebrow at him. He chuckled before lowering his head again.

He thrusted his fingers inside and I closed my eyes. I could hear how wet I was as his fingers pumped in and out of me, over and over again. He was wounding me up to burst. His tongue circled my clit again.

This time he gently nipped after every few circles with his tongue. He was building me up. Dante was like a wave. Giving my body just enough to take me close to the edge and then retreating. Where Luca was hard and fast, Dante took his time. He lapped me up, devouring me. I pinched my other nipple and Dante’s eyes darkened as we worked together to bring my body to climax.

“P-please,” I hissed. That was all he needed. Dante pressed further into my pussy, his fingers curling, pumping faster and harder as my walls squeezed.

My legs tightened and my body vibrated as the wave crashed over and over again. I bit my hand harder. My body exploding threatened all sorts of noises to tumble out.

Dante kept pumping into me until every spasm left my body. I sagged against the table. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean. I looked at him with hazy eyes.

“If you ever need a reminder about this table, let me know,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

CHAPTER 12

Consulting The Enemy

THE SAYING IS KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER BUT SOMETIMES IT’S HARD TO TELL WHICH IS WHICH

The next day the shop looked normal. You would have never suspected two men had broken in. But while I spent the day inside of the shop, sewing a few dresses, I could see Costa's men passing by the windows every once in a while. It didn’t ease the growing feeling inside though.

While I was told to trust the Costa men, they weren’t my men. They had no reason to help me nor protect me. I could only trust that they would listen to Dante.

Walking around the shop I felt like I could still feel the presence of those masked men. Their footsteps were like ghosts floating around.

My hands slightly shook as I looked at the clock. Any second Cole Anders would be strolling in for a consultation and I had to get info out of him. I needed to know how this territory factored in with the mafias.

I finished off the hem of a dark green velvet dress. I held it up in the light. It had a high neckline that was bejeweled. It sparkled in the light along with the rest of fabric that held tiny hints of glitter. It also had a high slit. I felt envious of this dress. I designed it for no one in particular. That was a lie. I designed it for me. It was going to go on a mannequin as a sample.

If people were interested in it then I would recreate it for them. I was folding it when the bells of the door rang. I sucked in a breath before turning around. It was time.

Cole Anders walked in with his hair parted to the side. His clothes were more casual this time but wreaked expensive. He had on white polo and khaki slacks. He pulled off his faux brown leather jacket. He wore a simple gold chain around his neck that I bet cost as much as this shop. I plastered on a smile.

“Mr. Anders! Good afternoon,” I said, walking up to shake his hand. He eyed it for a second before giving me a firm shake. Good. I hated when people gave a weak handshake. He gave me a hesitant smile. Interesting. He had no problem at the charity ball giving me snide smiles.

But now that it was the two of us he seemed more like a prey than predator. I did remember noticing there was a flash of regret in his eyes. There was more to him. Maybe I could use that to my advantage.

“Thank you for meeting with me so quickly,” he said curtly.

“Follow me this way,” I said, leading him to my sewing machine. I offered him the seat across. From the corner of my eye I noticed a camera was angled at Cole’s back and for some reason that’s what I wanted. I wanted to watch Cole for myself. I needed to assess the situation.

“What is it that you're looking for particularly?” I asked, opening my notebook. Cole glanced around the shop before meeting my eyes.

“I would like a classic three piece suit,” he said. I nodded, taking notes.

“Fabric? Color?” I asked. Cole’s eyes twitched.

“Fabric…possibly something that is stiff but moveable,” he said. I bit the inside of my cheek. “Color….gray,” he finished. I watched his face. His eyes bore into mine but I could see there was a faraway look in them. He had no idea what he wanted. He was unprepared for this meeting. Either because he truly had no idea what he wanted or he was here for something else. I nodded.

“How about we do a charcoal gray suit, silver buttons and as for material, maybe wool,” I said. I stared into his eyes. “Wool can feel lightweight. It’s also durable. Which works for your job. And it has a bit of moisture-resistance,” I said. His eyes regained focus and he cocked an eyebrow.

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