Page 55 of Mafia Boss

“A yacht?” she asked, brow furrowed and eyes wide. “You have ayacht?”

“Yes, and you’re going to attend the party tonight.”

She shot up in the bed and pulled the blankets over her chest, searching around the room, as if she was thinking, then turned back to me. “I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t think you’d—”

“You’re going.” I rolled out of bed, tugged a shirt out of one of the drawers, and pulled it over my head. “I’ll arrange for clothes to be brought to you by tonight. I have Charlie downstairs to attend to for now.” I tossed her one of the many oversize T-shirts and watched as she shimmied it over herself, her tits swaying as she tugged it over her body, nipples pressing against the fabric. “Come with me.”

She stood and smoothed out the shirt. “Actually, I’m going to go with Chiara today. I’m not going to watch you torture that man anymore. You should just k—” She widened her eyes, then pressed her indigo-stained lips together. “I’m going with Chiara. She has my clothes anyway.”

I tilted my head, jaw jutting out. “You had me a fucking wreck, and you were just out with Chiara, buying clothes?” I asked through clenched teeth.

She gave me a sinister little smile and shrugged. “Not my fault you don’t know how to keep tabs on me. Sorry, not sorry, Cristian. You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Wrapping my hand around her hair, I grabbed her and tugged her back to me. “Don’t think that you got off that easily, Roxie. I still plan to make you the Ricci family’s cruelest, most heartless killer.” I ran my nose up the side of her neck. “You’re never getting out of that one.”

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“Babe,”Alessandro, Chiara’s boyfriend—maybe fiancé—called through the high-rise apartment. He stuck his head into the bedroom, holding up his phone, as if to signalwork, and nodded to me. “See you sometime, Roxie.”

After he departed, I followed Chiara into her walk-in closet.

“What do you even wear to a yacht party?” I asked Chiara, flinging through her clothes.

I had actually been surprised that Cristian let me go out with Chiara today while he worked. I hadn’t thought he’d let me out of his sight all day after what happened last night.

Chiara grabbed a couple of bikinis from a dresser and tossed one to me. “This.”

“I’m not going to fit in this,” I said to Chiara, hanging her white string bikini by my finger and narrowing my eyes at her. “If you couldn’t tell, my tits are bigger than yours. These little straps aren’t going to cover anything.”

Chiara grabbed the bikini from me. “Oh, sorry, wrong one. You’re not wearing that.” She placed anothersmallerbikini in my hand and smirked. “You’re going to wear this one underneath your clothes.”

“This one is even smaller!”

“That’s the point,” she said, tugging at my shirt until she successfully pulled it over my head. Then, she eyed my bra and playfully sighed. “You don’t know how much I’d pay to have tits like yours. Your body is perfect. No wonder Cristian lusts over you.”

I arched a brow and stared into the mirror at my love handles. “My body is not perfect.”

“Girl, I try so hard to gain weight.” She pulled her shirt off and stared at herself in the mirror, frowning at her thin stomach. “I’d kill for a body like yours.” After another moment, she shook her head and turned back to me. “Anyway, back to getting this cute little number on you for Cristian.” She returned to pulling at my bra straps until she pulled my bra off.

I covered my breasts with my hands, feeling so exposed. I shouldn’t, as most of Cristian’s men had already seen me naked before, but Chiara hadn’t yet. And being naked was damn vulnerable sometimes.

“How is there a point to wearing this … thisthing?” I asked as she tied the bikini around my torso.

“You want to make Alessa jealous?” Chiara asked, fumbling with the tie. “Cristian’s sister will probably be there tonight, which means that she’ll bring along her little minion, Alessa. You wearing this will make that stupid bitch hate you.”

“She already hates me.”

“Yeah, well, she’ll hate you even more, especially when she sees you all over Cristian. Claim your man tonight and make sure she knows not to mess with you because you’ll fuck her up. And most of all, don’t let whatever she says or does get to you. She wants you to be jealous and react to her. She’s a psychopath, just like Cristian.”

“You can say that again,” I said under my breath, adjusting the bikini in the mirror. My tits basically hung out of it, the tiny pieces of material leaving barely anything to the imagination.

“Also, I might have suggested this, so you can get Cristian jealous. I’ve seen the way Marco, his second, looks at you. He wants you more than he lets on. Isn’t seeing Cristian be a jealous psycho fun too?”

Marco didn’t like me at all. He was just … there to blame when I wanted Cristian angry.

I arched a brow in the mirror and turned on my heel toward her, hands on my hips. “I’m beginning to thinkyou’rethe psychopath.”

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