“So we gotta prove ’em wrong.” I cracked my knuckles, liking this challenge.
“This plan could get us killed,” said Graff.
I clapped my brother on the shoulder. “Then we’re only proving Adelina right. We are dangerous.”
Ignoring my last comment, Wilde eyed the capos moving over to the opposite side of the room. It was like that stupid middle school dance my mother made me go to, but here it was Mafia on one side and MC on the other.
With Rafe in tow, Massimo entered and spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the Lucky Seven team.”
Wilde, Graff, and I exchanged looks.
Massimo said, “This is the team that will be intercepting your shipment.”
“We don’t know these guys,” said Wilde.
“Allow me to introduce them.” Massimo waved his hand as he listed off, “Sergio Pagano, Pietro Marino, Giorgio Barone. Don’t worry, they already know you.”
“What about Alessio?” asked Graff.
“He’s my enforcer. I’ll need him here.” Massimo waved off the question.
One of the Mafia men cracked their knuckles, but all of them eyed us. Suit-wearing pussies, though, didn’t make me blink. They could act tough, but they were still drinking wine and listening to piano music.
Guess I was too tonight, but it wasn’t my choice.
These guys didn’t know shit about being tough.
“How many of you were with Tommy Gambino?” asked Wilde.
Good question, I thought as I waited in the wings. Fuck the former Don who liked to use children and women as slaves. Fuck the whole ass Mafia for that shit.
Massimo circled to the back of his desk. “The Gambinos are in the past, Wilde.”
“The too goddamn recent past,” I said.
Wilde shook his head. His message came through loud and clear: this wasn’t the time for a fight.
“You’ll have three men on the mission, and I’ll have three,” said Massimo, smiling, but Rafe fixed his eyes on the carpet. “Since Rafe has one foot in the club and one in la Famiglia as well as a military background, he’ll lead the charge. Rafe?”
Slowly, he raised his head. “Yes, sir.”
I opened my jaw to speak, but Wilde threw out a hand, silencing me.
“Do you have a plan?” he asked Rafe.
“I have the beginning of one,” said Rafe, rolling back his shoulders. He spoke like he was back in the Marines now, giving a report. “We’ll go in stealth, and when we move, we’ll need to consider...”
Fuck, his plotting was boring. And uptight.
I still had the scent of Adelina in my nose. Granted, that stupid perfume her mother made her wear was there too, but scratched my upper lip just get a whiff of her pussy again.
My balls still felt tight in these awful slacks, made worse by the scent of her. Also, I could smell her perfume on my cut. How had that happened?
Not that it mattered, but it marked me as hers. The devious little princess.
What’s she doing now?I wondered.
She had towed off her sister, but did she come back? I rocked back on my heels, glancing at the crack in the door. My cock grew heavy, and I couldn’t figure out how the fuck it responded to her when she wasn’t even around? The bitch.