Page 36 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“Any progress with Ella?” I questioned him.

His eyes darkened and he grunted. “She avoids talking.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Just talking?”

“Fuck off, Luciano,” he grumbled. There was no doubt those two were already fucking. “She’ll talk eventually.”

Yeah, good luck with that. Those two had anyone connected to me on the enemy of the state list. By default, Massimo was shit out of luck. Still, it didn’t hurt to try that route.

We had a bet about Ella going. She’d be an easier one to cave than Grace. I saw the way she watched Massimo. He might be able to get some information out of her way before Grace would spill anything to me.

But at least he was getting laid. He didn’t have to outright say it, but it was clear he was doing perfectly well in that department.

“Were you able to crack the firewall?” I questioned him. No wonder our tracer on both their devices showed no activity. They were both hiding all their transactions behind layers of firewalls.

“Almost there.” If I wasn’t so agitated and needed to know what my wife was doing, I’d laugh. Massimo fucking hated that those two were giving him run for his money. He was actually impressed and planned on using some of its set up to upgrade our own security system.

“Where is Roberto?” I questioned him.

“He was with your father for about five minutes and then headed for the city. He said he had to take care of some shit.” Frowning, I wondered what shit he would have to take care of. I didn’t send him to take care of anything for me. I glanced at the screen again, forgetting Roberto, and Massimo continued as if he could read my mind. “Grace has been messing around on the laptop and Ella sunbathed and swam all morning.”

“And the boy?”

“Your father took him to a playground.” I raised my eyebrow. “It will be hard when the boy leaves. Your father won’t like it.”

I frowned. I didn’t like to think about Grace leaving. If I could help it, it would never happen again. Besides, I told my father she was staying. I just needed time and her to stop fucking ignoring me or glaring at me.

Music blared through the monitors and both of us looked back at the screens. Grace and Ella were laughing, signing along the song. More like screaming, because neither one of them could carry a single damn tune.

If you’re looking for love

Know that love don’t live here anymore.

Yeah, they were also butchering the tunes. My eyes zeroed on my wife. She looked relaxed and happy. Whenever she was around me, she was tense. It didn’t take a genius to know she was determined to keep her distance. She trusted me less now than when we first got married.

Yeah, I wonder why, jackass?My mind mocked, but I firmly shut it down.

My eyes roamed over her body. She still had that suntan glow from her time in Italy. I thought she was beautiful when I first saw her three years ago, but it was nothing to the way she looked now. She was breathtakingly captivating. Yes, there was still vulnerability to her but it was her strength that shone through. How she challenged me at every turn! And her body, in that bikini.

Fuck, what is she wearing?My train of thinking abruptly ended. Is that like the tiniest bikini ever invented? And she wore that all day while Massimo watched her.

Massimo pulled his phone up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I barked out. If he tried to take a picture of my wife in that tiny bikini, cousin or no, I’d shoot him.

“I’m shazaming the song.”

I frowned. “What the fuck for?”

“Got to keep up with the trend of those two,” he muttered. “Ah, Miley Cyrus’ “Someone Else”.”

“Should we take off our bathing suits and just sunbathe nude?” Ella’s exclamation came through the screen, amid their singing.

“What a great idea,” my wife exclaimed.

Before I knew what I was doing, I strode in angry steps out the door and onto the patio. I didn’t realize Massimo was behind me till I stopped abruptly at the terrace to see my wife reaching for her back strap to untie her bikini.

“Don’t even fucking think about it!” I growled, shooting glares at my wife. If I wouldn’t be seeing her tits, nobody else would either.

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