Page 126 of Vows of a Mobster
Except when it came to this young woman in front of me. She continued to be a slow unraveling mystery to me. She opened part of her heart to me but not her whole heart. She still held back.
“She was meeting a guy last night,” she murmured and I saw the truth in her eyes. “She is probably meeting him today too.”
“She must like him,” I muttered.
“You never know with Marissa.” Brianna had a point there. “But let her figure it out on her own.”
“Should we let Daphne figure out her thing with Antonio?” I questioned her and surprise flashed in her eyes.
“Whoa, Mateo,” she murmured. “Nothing escapes you.” I nibbled on her chin, enjoying her scent. God, I was like a horny teenager boy with this woman. “Yes, let Daphne and Antonio figure out their thing too.”
“It doesn’t bother you that your friend is with my right-hand man?”
She scoffed. “Why would it bother me? They are both adults.”
“He’s significantly older than her.” My hands trailed her back down to her round ass. I really loved every inch of this woman’s body.
“Good, maybe he’ll know what to do with her in bed.” Her body pressed against mine, and her voice came out raspy. “Kind of like how you know what to do with me in bed.”
“When did you become so wise?”
“Since I hooked up with this significantly older man,” she teased.
I gently pushed my hips against her. The moment she felt my hard bulge a gasp left her lips and her eyes clouded with desire. “Well, this significantly older man could give you pleasure all day and all night long.”
She chuckled softly, her hands trailing down my stomach and stopped over my bulge. Her palm gently massaged my cock. “I’m counting on it,” she tempted me.
My phone vibrated and a curse left my lips. I wanted to take her into the bathroom and have my way with her.
She chuckled softly. “You take care of that. I’ll go finish packing.”
“My woman is going to leave me hard like this?” I challenged her, the phone in my hands.
“I won’t give you a blowjob while you are on the phone,” she retorted back mischievously. “But you are more than welcome to imagine it.”
She turned around and walked away from me, seductively swaying her hips. She threw me a backwards glance, and caught me staring after her.
“Answer the phone, Mateo,” she mused with a wide smile.
I should have muted the phone and taken her into the bathroom. Because it has been a clusterfuck ever since.
* * *
My boots were silent against the pavement as I made my way into the building we’ve kept for questioning people. I left Antonio at home. There is nobody I trusted more than him, and if something happened, he’d ensure Brianna and the girls were safe.
I narrowed my eyes on the three men I sent to keep watch, one of them Giovanni. They were seated, playing cards.
“How is our guest?” I asked him. He held out his hand and I took it, slapping him on the back.
“Whining,” he grinned.
“Pussy,” I spat as I slipped my gloves on. I was dressed head to toe in black. I might be the boss, but it wasn’t beneath me to torture and extract information. “Do we know who he works for?”
“He said the Irish. At first, I didn’t find a reason not to believe that,” he said in Italian. “But I think it might be a diversion. Some things don’t add up.”
“Such as?”
“I can’t quite pinpoint it, Mateo.” Giovanni pulled his hand through his hair. “But I don’t think this guy is exactly from our world. I have no basis for saying it, but certain things he seems oblivious to.”
