Page 30 of Dirty Mafia King
I take my first sip of whiskey as a thought settles in.
You can demand proof. Whether little Lessie’s innocent won’t be difficult to determine. You can catch her in a lie or be given evidence she’s trustworthy.
You can make her come as a reward.
My cock swells with blood.
What did she say to me back in Italy when I asked her if she got off on watching me?
“I think so.”
I understand my effect on women. I’m the big bad bull, dangerous and uncontrollable. Women don’t want to tame me. Women want a wild fucking ride with a beast. The little kinkster thinks I’m unaware of her interest? Like her curiosity doesn’t shine through?
Fuck it. When I’m done with her—if she is who she says she is—there won’t be anI think soleft in her pretty head.
Just this once. To satisfy my own curiosity.
One shot for her to earn my trust.
I pick up my cell and text Sandro.Come to my office asap.
Then I get straight to business. “Your father will provide daily updates. If he misses one or neglects to disclose information, you’ll be held accountable. Capisci?”
“Yes, sir.”
My cock jerks.
Renzo lights up. “Thank you…”
A knock interrupts him, and Sandro enters. Renzo’s twin quickly assesses the situation, but when his attention lands on Alessia, his face reddens.
Doesn’t trust her? Or doesn’t like her? Or perhaps both?
My sons will lose their shit when I break the news. Before I become capo di tutti capi, the protective Band-Aid I’ve secured over them must be ripped off. It’ll sting. But this life isn’t for the weak.
“Sit.”
“What’s he doing here?” Renzo demands.
“Stepping in for you. I won’t be embarrassed or ignored.”
He flinches.
But the gloves are off, so no sense in being less than brutally honest. “Three different facilities. Three fucking times. Will there ever be an end? You’re a liability.”
“Stepping inhow?”
Sandro studies me, not yet aware there’s a puzzle he’s a piece of.
But the little voyeur’s caught on, if her death grip on the chair is any indication. Like she’s on a roller-coaster ride and holding on for dear life.
Better hold on because I’m not done with her yet.
“You’ll get clean this time, or I’ll disown you. Capisci?”
His head jerks back like I slapped him.
Alessia grabs his arm and squeezes it, then casts her eyes at me like I’m a monster.
