Page 27 of Runaway in the Mafia
“Smart,” I retorted.
“We’ll see about that. You’d better find a dark hole to hide in. Because the next time I see you, I’m fucking eating you up.”
Hey Bhagwan!
The lock clicked open just as Lia pulled the door. I was a cluster of nerves when I stumbled out. “Hey, hey, you okay?”
My limbs felt detached, but somehow, I managed a jerky nod. She looked at me strangely. “He didn’t bother you too much, did he? I’m sorry. I had to tell him.”
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
He didn’t bother me at all. He could say whatever he wanted. I wasn’t scared of him.I wasn’t.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
VITALE
“She’s fucking hot.”
My eyes darted to Endrigo and his phone screen. His pudgy fingers were stroking the image of a brunette. I squinted, trying to place her.
“I wouldn’t need to think twice about signing that contract.”
Right. The woman I was supposed to marry.
A soft laugh that I now associated with honey… warm, thick and syrupy, pulled my gaze to the corner of the room. It was Sara’s fucking engagement, and all I could think or hear was her. She stood with Lia and Divya, using them like armour, shielding herself from me. I was disappointed. She’d been avoiding me like the plague. Given my last words, it was no surprise. But I’d hoped she’d at least try to stand up to me. It pissed me off when she was disobedient. And it pissed me off when she wasn’t. She was a recipe for an early heart attack. Hiding in plain sight and within arm’s reach, but always with an army of giggles around her. Never alone.
I only wanted a kiss. A taste to satisfy an itch. To prove my imagination was way better than any reality. But it was like being presented with the dessert when you still had to get through the antipasto. She was all fucking sweet and just like a dessert, bad for my molars, which I had to grind when a shift in the room carried her scent through.Jesus.This was bullshit. I’d had naked women throw themselves at me. But a whiff of some ridiculous scent was enough for my cock to twitch. She was a fucking witch.
She was dressed entirely in tan. In yellow, she shone like gold, but in tan… my gaze dropped to the floor. She wasn’t handing out any favours to my dick. Picturing her naked in tan wasn’t too difficult. But then again… my eyes lifted up to hers… I’d pictured her too many times to not know.
Her eyes shifted from Divya’s and darted above her shoulders to mine.Coward,I mouthed. Her gaze was quick to zip away. The thrill of adrenaline shot through my body. I didn’t think I’d ever done the chasing, butJesus, it was addictive. She was fucking addictive.
“What’s stopping you, anyway?”
Irritation buzzed in my ear. Why was Carlo’s idiot brother still glued to me? “From?”
“Signing the contract! Can you fucking give me the respect of listening when I am talking?”
No.“Earn it.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed down as he swallowed. “I am your father’s—”
“Have a hearing problem? I. Said. Earn. It. Being born into the family, isn’t it.”
We glared at each other. His brother, my uncle Remigio, shifted uncomfortably between us. At least he was smart. Fucked his whores but kept his mouth shut. Because he fucking knew the power shifted a long time ago to the next generation, and that happened even before Carlo was shot point blank in hisforehead. I liked that. The fact that he didn’t annoy me with his unbidden advice.
But I couldn’t say the same about his brother. My relationship with Endrigo had always been a bother. If you could even call it a relationship. He was the annoying uncle I hoped wouldn’t show up for a dinner. The problem was, he was an idiot, and he couldn’t see it. And he showed up every damn time.
He looked away first. Because I didn’t give a fuck about anything, but he did. He loved his status and the image, and he didn’t want to lose it by getting on my nerves.
“I’m just saying you shouldn’t delay. It’s not like you can’t fuck anyone—”
A heavy hand landed on my shoulder, and a drunken laugh next to me. “Cugino, next wedding is yours.”
Remigio glared at Romeo,zioMarco’s second son. His stare said ‘read the room’. But I only shook his hand off. Romeo didn’t mean any harm and was too drunk to realise it.
“Fuck off.”
