Page 108 of Runaway in the Mafia
“Let’s go.”
He did nothing to hide his smirk. “Thought you were giving her space?”
I yanked the door open. Suddenly, the office I kept in the city was suffocating. “I did. She got an hour on her own.”
He sauntered up to me and gave me a patronising squeeze on my shoulder. “Join the club,Vitale.”
The moment we entered the restaurant, I could locate where they were seated. All we had to do was follow the direction of the giggles and the entertainment of the other diners. Right in the corner and away from the windows, a circle of black suits hid the girls seated around an oval table with Martello and one of his brothers. He’d apparently thought to add his own set of men as well. I frowned at the bunch of idiots from fucking New York parting for Antonio and me to enter.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I grumbled at Martello. He was slouched back in the bench seat, cigarette in his hand, with his other hand under the table and a flushed Daria next to him. Why did he have to marry my fucking sister?
He shrugged. “I don’t trust your protection.”
A comeback was at the edge of my tongue, but Ahana’s hand wrapped around mine and tugged. She was gorgeous in a yellow dress that covered her body from top to toe. It was too fucking tight. I could see every curve and dip right through it. I was agitated. Didn’t fucking like sharing her. My glare burned on every other man for having seen her as I sank into the bench next to her. I’d barely put my ass down before she pulled me by my collar and smacked her lips on mine.
Fuck—ing hell.
This was new. Not that I objected. But it was so uncharacteristic of her that I had to drag my mouth away after a full minute of making out with her.
“Hi, husband.”
Her cheeks were flushed. My sight dropped instantly to her lap. Thank fuck. No hands on her. I frowned. What wa—her eyes were diamonds.Fuck.She was drunk.
I eyed the champagne on the table. “You’re drunk,” I murmured.
“Not true.” She held up three fingers. “I only had two.”
Daria burst out laughing from the other corner. I scowled at her. “If you’d taken your eyes off your jackass husband, you would have seen this.”
“Hey, I didn’t know she’d never had alcohol before.”
I grinned and ran my knuckles softly along her cheek. “You’ve never had alcohol, baby?”
“Another first. You know my marriage to you is full of firsts.” She turned to the table and proclaimed proudly, “Yesterday I gave him a blow job.” The room silenced before the entire table exploded in laughter. Martello brushed his knuckle to hide his grin, and myconsiglieredidn’t even bother. The tables next to us watched with rapid attention. Ahana’s eyes were wild. With her hand clapping over her mouth, she turned to me, face heated. “Are yaar,what did I say?”
I grinned. Well, now they knew she belonged to me. “Nothing but the truth,mia ammaliatrice.”Her gaze was hazy and full of scepticism. “But maybe it’s time to get you home.”
“No. I’m celebrating. We haven’t even had anything to eat yet.”
“I know,” I muttered. “That’s the problem.” I leaned closer to her and ran my mouth along the soft shell of her ear. “What do you prefer? Damage control tomorrow for embarrassing shit you’d said in public, or only to me?”
She stumbled up on her feet before I’d leaned back. “Let’s go.”
Gladly.
I pulled her out of the restaurant to the giggles of my family.
When I buckled her in, her gaze had shifted to miserable. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For embarrassing you.”
I gripped her chin. “You could never do that. I was thinking of you.”
She nodded weakly. I ran my thumb along her lips. I love that she hardly wore lipstick. They were brown and naked. Just the way I liked it.“Va bene?”
“Va bene,”she whispered. But her ‘okay’ in Italian was the sexist thing I’d ever heard. Well, if you took aside her moans when I had her alone. Or the way she called out my name in her language. I closed the door and came around on the other side. Her next words chilled me to my bones. Scraped on my skin like a fucking icicle on my spine.
