Page 19 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“How urgent is urgent?” he asks, turning away from me once more. “Fuck, ok. I’ll be there in ten.”

I wait patiently as Andre hangs up the phone and moves to perch beside me on the bed. I let my eyes roam over his strong, muscular shoulders, feeling the phantom touch of his fingers all over my skin. I shiver as he looks at me, my cheeks heating.

“I have to go deal with something.” He sighs, reaching out to cup my cheek, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

“Ok, I’ll get my stuff.”

“I’m not kicking you out, Lila.” His eyes flicker to my lips. “Not when we’ve barely gotten started.”

I clench my thighs together, already deliciously sore between them, at the thought of more sex.

“Order yourself room service, whatever you want, and there’s a jacuzzi bath next door. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Where are you going?” It must be past midnight by now, surely he’s not being called into the office? Or wherever it is that he works. I didn’t like the way he tensed at whoever was on the other end of the phone.

“Need to know, baby.” He reaches forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone.” He smirks.

If by naughty he means ordering a ridiculous amount of ice cream and enjoying it in a tub big enough for six people, then I should be marched down to the principal's office.

There’s even a TV on the wall, and I indulge in some reruns of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as I tuck into my mint choc chip.

Oh yeah, this is a hell of a lot better than some gamer boy’s basement.

Too bad my time here is running out.

7

ANDRE

“Why the fuck couldn’t you deal with this on your own, Marco?”

My younger brother is on speaker as I drive away from the Ritz-Carlton, and a very naked Lila, toward my family penthouse in the Upper West Side.

“Because you would’ve been pissed as hell to learn about this after I killed the fucking snitch.”

Snitch?

“Who?”

“Over the phone? Fuck, no. Just get here quick.” Marco hangs up.

Grinding my teeth, I slam the accelerator.

It’s almost one a.m., and I had hoped to spend a little more time exploring Lila’s body before heading back to real life, except Marco’s tone meant shit is about to go down.

I just hope he kept Rosa out of this. She’s only fifteen and needs to be kept away from the gory reality of our world for as long as possible.

I pull into our underground car park, parking alongside Marco’s blacked-out Hummer and Rosa’s shiny red Porsche—a present for her birthday a few weeks ago. Legally she can’t drive yet, but ‘legally’ is not really our thing.

I roll up my shirt sleeves as I take our private elevator, bracing myself for who I might find in our living room.

But when the doors slide open, the place is empty.

What the fuck?

I check my phone.

Marco sent me a red pin, showing me he’s on the fucking roof. Luckily for us, it’s private so we tend to take a lot of our…dirtier business up there. Which means whoever is up there is likely not coming back down.

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