Page 25 of Unhinged Little Angel

He chuckles and reaches into my pocket for the key while I check my phone. Lorenzo’s number lights up the screen. Real life kicking down the door of this fantasy honeymoon I was hoping to live in for a few more hours at least. I sigh and hit the button to accept the call.

“Hello,” I answer, following Dante into our room. He doesn’t waste any time, shrugging off my jacket and leaving it in a heap on the floor. His top comes off next, with more care as he struts through the suite towards the bedroom, my eyes eagerly devouring the slender lines of his bare back and the sway of his hips.

“Where the fuck are you?” Lorenzo’s voice in my ear reluctantly forces my attention away from the private strip show for just a second before I follow my new husband into the bedroom.

“Alessio didn’t tell you?” I’m sure he can hear the distraction in my voice as I lean against the doorway and watch Dante shimmy out of his ruined pants with his back to me. The white silk underwear underneath clings to his round, perky ass cheeks sinfully. As he bends over to take off his shoes, I entertain the fantasy of pressing him down onto the bed and licking him through the panties, soaking them with my saliva as I tease his hole.

“Salvatore,” Lorenzo’s growl snaps me back to the phone call again.

“Sorry, boss, I’m a little distracted. I told Alessio to let you know I was going out of town for a few days.” I drag my hand over my mouth to wipe away the smile that’s already forming. “I’m in Los Vespar with Dante. We got married.”

Lorenzo is absolutely silent on the other side of the line for several long seconds.

“I thought Alessio was being a smartass,” he admits with a sigh that’s the equivalent of an emotional outburst for him. He’s quiet for another minute and then he clears his throat. “Was it… Dante wanted this, right?”

I bark out a laugh and my Angioletto looks over his shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow as he pulls his stupid ‘beam me up, Space Daddy’ shorts on. They’re almost as distracting as the panties, leaving the bottom swell of his ass cheeks hanging out.

“What, do you think I drugged him, kidnapped him, and then threatened to shoot him if he didn’t cooperate and marry me?”

Dante flips me his middle finger and I chuckle.

“Did you?” Lorenzo asks seriously.

“Relax, boss, the whole thing was his idea. He’s obsessed with me.” I smirk and wink at Dante, who rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I don’t have the energy to figure out which parts of that were bullshit. I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I need you back here.”

I rub the back of my neck. “It’s, like, a sixteen-hour drive.”

“Perfect, then I’ll see you at our five o’clock meeting tomorrow.”

Good thing I only had one martini. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

“Sure thing, Enz, I’ll be there.”

“Good. And congratulations.”

I grin again even though Lorenzo can’t see me. “Thanks, boss.”

DANTE

“I guess I can see why you’ve never bothered to take a vacation if Lorenzo’s just going to call you back at the drop of a hat anyway.” I adjust my seat and reach into the bag of snacks I insisted on before we left the city to pull out a package of Twizzlers.

“It’s not exactly a nine-to-five job.”

I roll my window down a few inches and recline with my bare feet on the dashboard and the desert breeze whipping through my hair.

“Probably makes relationships hard.” I bite into a Twizzler and chew it slowly, closing my eyes and relaxing into the feeling of the car’s vibrations.

“More like impossible,” he mutters in agreement. “But if you’re worried about getting enough of my time and attention, Angel, I promise I’ve never had a better excuse to find some work-life balance than knowing I’ll be coming home to you at night.”

I inhale sharply, a chunk of candy getting stuck in my throat. I sputter a cough to dislodge it.

“I have my own apartment, Sal,” I remind him, tossing the Twizzlers back into the bag at my feet so I don’t accidentally choke on another one.

“I’m sure you’ll find your landlord to be extremely accommodating when you tell him you’re breaking your lease,” he says with a dry confidence.

“Why would I break my lease?” Although, come to think of it, the thought of living there knowing Don’s henchman has already stalked me and broken in isn’t exactly appealing.

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