“Normally I would say yes, but the tip came from an old friend who wormed his way into Interpol,” Niccolo said. “Not even Fausto knows about him.”
“So the Genoans are after our territory…”
“The first wolves to show up after Papa’s death, it seems.”
“It still doesn’t explain why their lieutenant was at the café that night. Have you spoken to Alessandra’s father since then?”
Niccolo nodded. “I’ve called the café twice. He still swears he knows nothing.”
“So either it reallywasa coincidence…”
“…or the old man’s holding out,” Niccolo finished. “And his secrets are worse than letting his daughter be held captive.”
I shook my head. “What a mess.”
“You should have gotten the truth out of him before you started sleeping with his daughter. Now you’re emotionally involved.”
I scowled at him. “Watch yourself,consigliere.”
“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ – butI told you so. I don’t think we’ll be beating the truth out of him now.” Niccolo smirked. “After all, Alessandra might object.”
I just glared at him as we joined the others for lunch.
39
Alessandra
Dario came to me again that night.
By the time he arrived, I was craving him…
Hungering for his touch.
He walked over to the bed where I lay, my heart pounding…
And he bent over, took me in his arms, and kissed me hungrily.
Then he stood up from the bed and ripped off his jacket and shirt.
I watched, entranced, as he revealed his washboard abs… the tattoos covering his chest and shoulders…
But when he began to unbuckle his pants, I couldn’t help myself.
I reached out –
Then realized what I had just done and pulled back my hand shyly.
Dario smiled. “Go ahead.”
I sat up on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled his belt out of its loops.
Then, innocently gazing up at him, I unzipped his pants and let them fall around his thighs.
His cock was already jutting up from under his black boxers.
I touched it through the cloth, cupped its thickness in my hand…
And then, licking my lips, I slowly tugged down his underwear.