Page 26 of Boardwalk Kings

Stefan laughed into his glass, keeping his eyes on me. Of course, Dante shook his head in disapproval. But I didn't miss his lips parting as he stared at me with desire.

Salvatore gave me a quick once over, then tossed back the remaining contents of his glass. "That's good to hear."

I couldn't even look at my dad.

I let them do it.

I wanted it.

When the waitress and staff served Primi, it took the attention off me.

Angelo sucked on his fingers. "Fuck, you taste as sweet as you look."

"Yeah, she does.” Nico pushed his index finger into his mouth. "Our sweet little sparrow."

"I hate you both," I muttered as I ate the pasta.

"No, you don't." Nico laughed. "You needed that, baby. So now you can relax and enjoy your graduation dinner."

"You were wound as tight as your pussy," Angelo added before shoveling the food into his mouth. His jaw clenched as he looked at me. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that,dolcezza. You squeezed my fingers like they were my cock. Like a greedy littleputtana."

ChapterEleven

ANGELO

Ididn’t fucking want her. So when we voted on what to do with Ava Vianello, I sided with Dante and voted to kill her. Get rid of the whole fucking family of thieves. But Nico convinced us she was valuable and would help us catch her father stealing from us.

She was alive because of Nico.

The pretty boy.

The golden boy.

Fucking softie.

Maybe he was right about Ava because I didn’t hate her. What a difference a finger bang and some food made to my mood.

After dinner, Ava returned to her apartment alone, refusing to speak to us. She couldn’t even look her dad in the eye. That girl was a real fucking firecracker. I was poking her, hoping she would eventually explode. It would happen eventually, and I wanted to be there when it did.

My dad walked into the living room with a glass of scotch in his hand. He whacked Nico and me on the sides of our heads, one after the other. Twenty-five fucking years old, and the old man still had the power to reduce us to children.

But he was the boss.

We followed orders.

“Both of you disgust me!” Dad shook his head, the same menacing brown eyes as mine narrowed into slits. “What the fuck did you think you were doing to Ava during dinner? You disrespected all of us by pulling that stunt.”

“We didn’t do anything,” Nico said in our defense.

“Nicodemus,” Dad shouted. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know how pussy smells. What a woman sounds like when she’s coming. You did a shit job at hiding it.”

He slayed me with one of his dangerous looks that sliced through me like a machete. My dad always had that effect on us.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” Nico lowered his head and sighed. “It won’t happen again.”

Good, obedient dog.

He needed a pat on the head, maybe a little scratch behind his ears. Nico was always the good boy. That was why he liked Ava so much. They had a lot of shit in common.

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