Page 67 of Sinister Intentions

“What are you looking at?” Fee asked and pulled me out of my reverie.

“Just the scenery.”

Fee raised a single eyebrow. “Scenery, my ass. They aren’t so bad, those Italians, are they?”

If anyone should know, it was Fee since she married one of them. “I was just thinking how accurate Michelangelo’s David really is.”

Fee grinned. “Pretty accurate actually. Only down there, they’re bigger, but that may vary.” She waggled her eyebrows, and I shook my head and swallowed when a vision of Vince under the shower entered my mind uninvited.

“So, what’s the ranking; what do you think?” she whispered, and I could feel heat rising up my chest. Did I really want to think about the Salvinis’ dick sizes?

Well, I already knew Vince’s, and if he was any measure, the size of the Salvini men varied greatly from Michelangelo’s David.

And if I were totally honest, I didn’t think any of his brothers were bigger than him.

“Vince, then Dante, Hero, then Matt, is my guess,” Fee whispered. “Just by the BDE they’re exuding.”

I nodded, “Yes, that makes sense.” I stared at them, still not used to how gorgeous they all were—though, somehow, Vince stood out, in a league of his own. His presence commanded attention, an intensity that was both unsettling and captivating. He was the personificationof BDE, the attitude matching the physical.

His dark hair was still slicked back, making him appear cool and mean. I definitely preferred it the way he looked all wet and tousled.

Get it together, Jemma Donnelly; enough simping over Vince Salvini.

Annoyed at my wandering thoughts, I forced my focus back to Matt, Hero, and Dante.

Much safer.

My gaze met Petra’s, who was staring at Fee and me from all the way across the table, yearning clearly visible in her eyes.

She looked totally isolated since all the Salvini men completely ignored her. And I couldn’t help but wonder. She was young. Very young—our age—but that was no reason for them to treat her that way.

“What’s the deal with Petra?” I whispered to Fee.

She sighed. “I guess she’s the latest in a long string of trashy women going in and out of here. Alex said she’s our age actually. Apparently, Salvini senior is a major creep.”

I nodded. I totally got that vibe. Also, the way Alex, Matt, and Vince acted kind of gave it away. Then my gaze fell on Fee’s lap and Alex’s hand, which was hidden under the linen napkin in her lap, snaking its way up between her thighs.

“Oh Jesus Christ, get a room,” I whispered.

Fee froze and pushed Alex’s hand away, which resulted in a stern look from her husband before he settled his hand behind her back.

Matt leaned over the table to see what the fuss was about. “What did I miss?”

I only grinned and shook my head.

“Your best friend was groping me under the table, and your future bride took offense,” Fee blurted out, and suddenly, the table fell silent.

I would’ve literally died, right on the spot but not Fee. She’d always been spunky, but Alex seemed to give her even more of a boost these days.

“Well, thinking about it, there’s worse things to do to kill time,” Hero said with a waggle of his brows.

And I could feel heat creeping up again.

“You don’t agree?” Dante, who sat next to me, murmured in my ear. “I pinned you as someone who would appreciate some attention.” He wiggled his fingers.

Oh my God. I looked down at my plate, my lap, anywhere really. Why would he say that? Why? Really? The heat reached my face, and I didn’t need a mirror to know I was probably beet red.

“Dante,” Vince snapped, and I looked up and stared at him, but he was fully focused on sending a scathing look toward his brother.

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