Page 4 of Mafia Heiress
I place the microphone down and go stand before the men. “Enjoy your night because it is the last as free men for the next eight weeks. After tonight you are all mine.” My words were meant to be harsh, a little commanding, but they come out seductive. Dante’s eyes light up with anticipation, and it makes my core flare with heat.
Before they can reply, I walk away from the dais and make my way out of the room. This party was for the announcement and my father’s people. I’ve made my appearance and now it’s time for my exit.
Making my way to the door, I hear my name being called, but I don’t turn around. My heart is hammering in my chest so hard that I’m afraid I’ll look weak if I do turn and they see me shaking.
I bypass the coat check and continue through the lobby. Before I can get to the vestibule, a hand reaches and grabs my arm, spinning me around. I come face to face with the last person I want to see.
“Let go of me, Vito,” I growl, shrugging out of his grip.
“I called your name, but you didn’t stop.”
“And you thought it was a good idea to grope me instead? I don’t know how your family works in Vegas, but here we keep our hands to ourselves, unless you're looking to get punched in the throat?”
He smiles wide, putting his hands in the pockets of his tailored navy suit. A skinny red tie stands out, and his angular jaw has a five o’clock shadow. He’s so different compared to the other men.
“I’d take a punch from you any day.”
Was that a challenge?
I step forward with one foot before I’m spun around again, this time into Ciro’s arms.
“Take a walk, Vito. No one wants you around. The princess is tired of your face.”
“Funny you should talk about faces, how was the waitress I saw sucking on yours an hour ago?” he replies, that smirk plastered right back on his face.
I push Ciro away from me as the burning hot anger takes over my body. He thought to make a fool of me at my own party. That sack of shit. He’s going to regret the day.
This time I don’t hesitate. I kick out and get Ciro right in the balls. He doubles over and laughter comes from the man behind me, except I don’t let him go without a parting gift.
My knuckles hit his nose dead on and blood pours down, soaking his red tie. He lets out a roar and his hair flops to the front, covering most of his forehead. I can’t be bothered to care.
I pick up my dress and head for the exit. This time no one stops me. My driver holds open the door for me and I climb in, sighing in relief as I shake my hand out. Tomorrow everyone in the family is going to know I kicked Ciro in the balls and made Vito’s nose bleed.I’m not looking forward to what my father will say.
Chapter Three
JACK
It’s impossible to sleep. I keep tossing and turning, trying to figure out what the fuck happened. I assaulted two of the men vying for my attention. Would they even want to compete anymore? How am I going to explain this to my father?
I pad down the stairs in my pajamas in search of something to eat. Maybe it will settle my stomach and make me sleepy. There’s nothing like a leftover meatball sandwich on white bread to calm the nerves.
My ma made a pot of sauce yesterday morning, even though she knew we were going to eat at the party. It’s a habit for her more than anything. Sundays equals sauce, and there’s no exceptions. It’s not like it ever goes to waste either.
I pull out the containers and grab the bread from the counter. I’m deep in concentration when Calogero walks in, hair messed up and slippers scraping the ground.
“What are you doing up?” he asks, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk off the first shelf.
“Couldn’t sleep. Have too many things on my mind.”
I squish the sandwich together and take it over to the table. The first bite of the cold meatball and spicy sauce makes me hum in appreciation.
“Like how you kicked Ciro in the nuts and made Vito bleed?” He laughs before tipping the milk carton to his lips and taking a swig. “He’s got two black eyes by the way.”
“Ma is going to be pissed if she sees you doing that. Germs, C.”
“She’s sleeping and you won’t tell ‘cause you love me more than anyone.”
He sits at the table across from me and steals half of my sandwich. I smack his hand, but thestronzomoves too quickly.
