Page 4 of Amico
When I hit the straight away, I punch the gas pedal and take the car to its max. The good thing about my connections, no one would dare to fucking touch me. I do as I please, when I fucking want. Women included. But now that one has me completely twisted with just one look in her damn eyes, the one woman that I am supposed to bring back toDon, Luigi Lombardi, no excuses, I feel fucked over more than when Luigi found me stealing from him all those years ago.
“She’s fucking beautiful, I’ll give her that,” I hear Matteo say next to me and turn to glare in his direction. He puts his hands up in defense once he catches my stare. He is treading on thin fucking water already and he knows it.
She will be mine. And mine alone. He better not even let one of his slimy ass thoughts wander anywhere fucking close to her.
“I know Capo, she is all yours,” I glare at him once more wondering just how he can fucking read me like he just did. A smile graces his face, “I can tell by just the look in your eyes. This girl could be the one thing that eventually hangs you. I just hope you know what you are getting yourself into. Women have a way of making you forget what matters most.”
“That won’t fucking happen!” I hiss out, as I take the turn into the parking garage and slow for the valet. Coming to a stop, I exit the car and throw Francisco my keys. The valet at the building for the last 20 years, and the only other person alive I trust to drive my car, and possibly even trust with my fucking life given the shit we’ve been through. He gives me a stern nod before coming around the hood and proceeding to slide behind the driver’s seat.
Matteo follows me to the entrance and two men, who Luigi has had around since as far back as I can remember, give us both a tight grin before opening up the doors to let us walk inside. “All I am saying is…”
I turn quickly and cut him off. “I don’t care what the fuck you have to say, got it! Shut it down, Matteo, before I go back on my promise to notoff youlike I fucking wanted to the first time you started. It is none of your damn business. Keep it that fucking way!”
“Leo!” I hear Angelo shout behind me. I give Matteo one final look telling him to drop it before turning and meeting the prodigal son’s eyes. “Don wants a word with you. Now!”
I give him a stiff nod, letting him know I am coming, and wait for a moment for him to leave before beginning to make my way to the back. There is no way in hell heknowsanything about how I just possibly fucked up. He can’t. I fucking have this handled. He just has to trust me. No matter what.
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Walking into Luigi’s office, Matteo stands back as I assess the situation. Angelo stands at his father’s desk. Two men with loaded guns flank the door I just walked through, and Luigi sits in his chair facing the back wall.
“Leave us,” Luigi demands, making me turn to Matteo and give him a nod to follow orders. Everyone clears out of the room except Angelo which makes my blood fucking boil. The last thing I need is for the asshole to act like he is in control when we both know there is no way in hell I will ever let that happen. Luigi spins around in his chair and stares in my eyes before addressing his son without even so much as a glance in his direction. “You too!”
Angelo looks at his father like he has just been slapped, reprimanded in public, and I watch as his face turns red in shame. “Padre,” I hear him whine, but Luigi never turns to look at him and eventually he storms out of the room and slams the door leaving us completely alone as my thoughts begin to war against themselves as to why in the hell I am standing here awaiting a sentencing I am not sure I deserve.
“The job is done?” Luigi asks, as he leans forward and grabs a cigar out of the humidor box on his desk. I watch as he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger before clipping off the end and raising it to his mouth.
“Not entirely,” I respond without fear of the repercussion, as I shove my hands in my slacks and take a step further into the room. Luigi lights the end of hissigaro, and I watch as he puffs on it a few times before exhaling a cloud of smoke that encircles his head before reaching up to the ceiling.
“You found the girl, yes?” He asks calmly. Too calmly I decide as I cross the room and take a seat in front of him.
“Si,” I exhale as I descend into the large chair. “But it is going to take a little more time, Boss. Matteo and the others, they screwed it up. I had to conduct major damage control and wait for her to not suspect anything.” I lie, which shocks the shit out of me as to why I am covering up for her, for me, when I never let anything slip past my only fucking objective ever. To make Luigi proud and do my damn job, no matter who I expense in the process. “Don’t worry, I will make good on what I promised.”
“Tomorrow!” Luigi demands, as he leans back in his chair and my heart rate ticks up a notch. There is no way in hell I can promise him that. I am not even sure what the fuck I planned for tomorrow, but knowing that he thinks I am going to turn her in, hand her over before I’ve fucking had my fill of her like my damn body craves, that is out of the fucking question. Even if he is the fucking boss.
I need to understand why I’m fucking drawn to her. And that may take more than 24 hours.
“Let me go alone,” I sternly say. “Matteo, the men, they keep screwing things up, making things moredifficile.Alone, I can make sure the job gets done.”
Not only that, but alone guarantees I get what I want most. Her delicious fucking body to do with as I please while I take what I need to in order to get her and whatever pull she has on me out of my damn system. She needs me to explore her in ways she has never been discovered before, preferably with her long legs spread and her ample chest heaving from the best damn pleasure she has ever experienced.
“You fuck this up again, you don’t finish your fucking work, and it’ll be the last time I let you do anything on your own, Leonardo.Capire?”
I give him a sharp nod. I fuckingunderstand. I understand that him, his son, this whole fucking family doesn’t get anything from her until I have tasted the heaven her body promised me when I dropped her off at her hotel room less than an hour ago. And even then, not until I find out what it is about her that makes me dream about more. I stand and turn to leave but Luigi stops me.
“That girl has something I want,” he whispers. “Something I need. Bring her to me, or you just worked your last fucking job and I’ll make sure you join your dead parents, wherever the fuck they are!”
Chapter 4
Mia
A loud banging startles me and has my heart beating out of my chest until I realize the frightening noise belongs to the room next door. I hear the hotel door swing open, hear my neighbors from the last week start to argue before a loud vase is thrown up against the wall, and then a few moments pass before all that assaults my ears are the moans and groans of two Italian lovers making up over God only knows what they were fighting about this time.
I roll my eyes before looking in the mirror and adjust the dress that I am wearing. Not too fancy, an expensive day dress at best, that is only one of the few things I have left from my former life. A life that was stolen from me right after my father went missing. I adjust the string of pearls around my neck and stare back in my reflection wondering just what in the hell I am getting myself into.
With a heavy sigh, and trying to not get grossed out, or dare I say it slightly turned on by the two love birds next door, I lean forward and grab my lipstick off the vanity. Applying a thin layer, my hands begin to shake when I hear the sound of a knock, this time at my own door. I still as the noise echoes through the room. A small rattle of knuckles against the only thing that separates me from the one thing I stayed awake all last night dreaming about.
Leonardo.
