Page 31 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Rosa picks up her phone off the table, looks at the time, and curses.

I frown. “Language. Why are you up this early if it's not a school day?”

She rolls her eyes. “Like you don’t cuss all the time,” she mutters as she takes her now empty plate over to the sink. “And I promised Emelia that I would play tennis with her.”

Marco mutters, “At seven in the fucking morning?”

“Language,” I repeat, but Marco only responds by flipping me off, making Rosa chuckle.

“We want to get an early game in before heading to Hula for brunch,” Rosa explains.

I instantly want to shut this plan down, to tell her to stay inside where I can keep an eye on her. But she’s a teenager, and I want her to have as normal a life as I can offer her. So, I fight back every instinct that has me wanting to lock her inside this house.

“Keep your location on. And get Cal to drive you and Emilia. Those are my conditions.”

“I know the drill.” She sighs, rolling her eyes again before heading inside again.

Once she’s out of earshot, I turn to my brother who simply raises an eyebrow at me.

He frowns. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks, that’s what I was going for.”

“So, where have you been? Getting pissed again at some random bar?”

“Maybe you should focus on your own life instead of meddling in mine.”

“Just making conversation.” Marco mutters, pouring himself more coffee.

I take my coffee and get to my feet. “I’ll be in my office.”

As I enter my office, I close the door and lean against the wood, closing my eyes.

Lila sitting at the bar yesterday was a breath of fresh air I had no idea I needed. She was intoxicating.

I only hope that I won’t come to regret our little rendezvous.

I have to wait for Kyle to get back to me with all the information he can find on my mystery woman. Until then, I have plenty to keep me occupied.

Taking a seat behind my large mahogany desk, I switch on my iMac and open up my emails. I groan at the sight of all the unread icons, the alcohol and lack of sleep finally catching up to me.

But then I remember why I’m so exhausted, and images of Lila’s naked, writhing body flash behind my eyes.

I groan once more. But this time, for a very different reason.

I’m not a playboy by any means, but I do have occasional one-night stands.

Normally, I fuck the girl senseless and send her on her merry way. But Lila? Oh no, even three rounds wasn’t enough for me to walk away. I needed more. I needed my tongue to touch every inch of her delicate skin, to commit the sounds of her moans as she comes to memory.

That’s why, unlike any other time, last night I let Lila stay in my hotel room while I went to take care of Tommy.

And it's come around to bite me on the ass.

I was thinking with my dick, not my brain, and if Lila decides to go spilling anything to the press, my family is on the line.

The ringing of my phone snaps my attention, and I glance at the screen.

Kyle.

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