Page 15 of Mafia Toy

And to protect her.

If the FBI found incriminating evidence to use against me, Laila would have someone thatItrusted. Bethany would use her. Men in this family would fight for the spot at the top of the food chain and toss her aside like she was nothing.

Sometimes, the most trustworthy people were complete fucking strangers.

But in a couple of weeks, Sage wouldn’t be a stranger anymore.

9

laila

Feet soakingin salts and hot water, I sat back on the caramel leather spa chair next to Bethany the following day, closed my eyes, and inhaled the essential oils drifting through the air. I hummed softly to the sounds of musical rainfall.

“What do you think about this?” Bethany asked, shoving her phone at me.

On the screen was a picture of a young woman with long blonde hair extensions that came down to her ass.

I glanced over at Bethany. “Are you sure you’ll be able to manage all that hair? That’d be so much for me.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, reaching for her phone. “Of course I could.”

After giving it back, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, picked up my phone from my lap, and scrolled to Sage’s number in my Contacts. Constantino had given it to me before I left with Bethany this morning, but I didn’t even know what to say to her.

I was married to a loving man who let me sleep with a girl from his club.

Can we be friends? Or is this all just a hookup type of scenario?

Still, I wanted to talk to her and needed to see her again today.

Me: Hey, this is Laila. :)

Once I sent the text, I placed my phone in my lap and closed my eyes again. Constantino had told me not to ask, to take. Sage would be paid one million dollars of dirty Mafia money for this job. I should be able to have her anytime I wanted, but it felt weird, being so up front with her about what I wanted.

But I couldn’t get her body out of my head. The way she had felt last night. The way she had reacted to my touch, how she had kissed me and fondled me, teased my pussy with her own. It was the wildest night I’d ever had.

And I wanted more.

But what if she didn’t get back to me?! Left me onRead? Thought my text was weird?

Sage: Hi! Do you need me?

I pressed my thighs together.Yes, I fucking need her. Badly.

Me: Sorta, ha-ha.

Sage: Do you want me to come up?

Me: I’m not at home right now, but I, um … want to see you.

Me: Maybe, um … send me a picture?

Fuck. Why do I feel like an awkward teenage kid, asking for nudes?

When I wasn’t drunk, I didn’t know the first thing about talking to a woman. The same thing had happened when Constantino introduced me to the girls in the family. I’d spend ten minutes trying to come up with a single text to them.

Sage: Okay, uh, give me a second.

Sage: I just woke up, sorry. I was up all night, drawing.

---