Page 16 of Spice and Revenge

“Why?” Interested in my escapades?” Marco retorts with a smirk.

“I’ll rather eat sand for the rest of my life.”

Marco raises his eyebrow at Francesca. “Sure, love. Keep lying to yourself. For someone who claims to be so irritated by me, you sure seem very interested in talking about my dick…”

Alessandro snorts loudly, while Giovanni bursts into fits of laughter. I release a chuckle, and Francesca’s scowl deepens.

“No. I’m just tired of hearing all your harebrained schemes to infiltrate Florida,” she gestures with her fingers. “It’s giving me a headache. So maybe you should talk about the only thing you’re good at—fucking everything in a skirt—since you’re clearly not very smart when it comes to mafia affairs.”

“Ouch, Francesca, hitting below the belt,” Giovanni chimes in, earning him a scowl, which makes him laugh even harder.

“It's called being direct,” Marco huffs, clearly offended by her jab.

“Or reckless,” Francesca adds with a smirk. “Yeah. Let’s just take our army and barge into Florida. That’s such a brilliant idea, Marco.”

“You both should just fuck already,” Giovanni drawls, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “It’s obvious you both want each other.”

“I'd sooner jump off a cliff,” Francesca physically shudders at the idea.

Marco rolls his eyes and replies. “Oh yeah? And I would rather slam a door against my precious penis than even think of fucking Francesca,” Marco huffs.

She folds her hands, a smirk playing on her lips. “You should actually do that. I’m sure you’ll be saving a bunch of women from the STDs you carry around. Do us all a big favor.”

The room erupts into another howl of laughter, and I can’t help but join in. “Hey, stop laughing. You're worse than I am,” Marco accuses me.

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Says the guy who owns a sex club.”

“And who is my most frequent customer? Let me answer that. You are.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Alessandro asks with a chuckle.

“He’s clearly lying,” I say, but of course, my friends don’t buy it.

“Sinz Swingwould go out of business if not for Leo,” Giovanni adds with a grin. More laughter.

“Thanks for having my back, man,” I say sarcastically, shooting him a mock glare.

The idiot grins. “Anytime, buddy.”

“Since when did we start shaming guys for getting some action?” Alessandro interjects.

“For once, I agree with Alessandro,” I say, which earns me a scowl from him.

“Hey,” Marco says, raising his hand in surrender. “Ask Francesca. She’s the one who brought back this conversation because she’s clearly obsessed with my dick,” he finishes with his signature smirk.

She releases a deep sigh, her frustration evident. “I mean, if clinging to that belief helps you sleep at night…” she trails off with a shrug.

“Yeah, you both should definitely fuck,” Giovanni chimes in again, his laughter echoing through the room.

I chuckle in agreement, observing the lively banter.

From the dynamic going on, anyone can tell that Giovanni is the funny one in the group. Even though he has five years on all of us. He is loud, charismatic, and always up for a joke, which is why he is the most underestimated when it comes to mafia dealings. Underneath the humor lies a shrewd businessman adept at navigating the underworld, despite the perception of him being just the funny guy. His humor and charisma disappear when the situation requires him to be serious.

Marco, on the other hand, well, he's got a one-track mind: sex. I mean, the man owns a freaking sex club, which is a good business to use as a front for mafia matters, unlike Gio, who owns a cafe. He is bold and faces situations head-on without any hesitation, which is a good quality for any mafia man. However, Francesca would argue otherwise.

Speaking of Francesca, she's the brains of our outfit—sharp, astute, and fiercely independent, which is what makes her so valuable to the mafia. Her intellect is a powerful asset, enabling her to make calculated decisions based on facts that others might ignore or misapply.

Then there's Alessandro, quiet and reserved, except when Giovanni's antics light up the room. Alessandro is one of the most lethal members of our crew. As far as I know, he doesn't do drugs. He doesn’t smoke or drink, which keeps him level-headed at all times. A level-headed killer is a lethal weapon.

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