Page 85 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

She better lose that attitude. “Do you want me to punish you?”

“You already stuck something up my ass, what more can you do?”

Oh, there was a lot more I could do. “Keep up with the attitude and you’ll find out real fast.”

I steered Nova to the back of the room where Atlee was sitting on a couch. Given what she just said to his dad, that was probably the only safe place to take her.

“Pfft,” She snorted. “What are you going to do, spank me in front of all these people?”

“Yes.” I stated flatly.

I assumed the lack of smart mouthed response meant she didn’t want to press her luck. Although the upturned nose and lifted chin she gave me, weren’t helping her cause.

I looked over to the far right corner where Romeo, Saul, and Ronan Mikhailov were puffing on cigars. Russian bastard wasn’t stupid. He stood back and took everything in. I could see his blue eyes wandering around the room. Not out of paranoia, it was caution.

Not that I could blame him. The Mancini’s relationship with the Russians was shaky at best. As far as my father was concerned they could all rot in hell. Two days ago, I was right there with him. Now, I wasn’t so sure they were responsible for my mother’s death.

My eyes narrowed on my uncle as he barked out a laugh and slapped his hand on my father’s back. “Si raccoglie ciò che si semina.”

“What?”

I looked down at Nova’s curled lip. “What?”

“If you’re going to glare at people and mutter in a foreign language, the least you could do is speak up. So, I can really not understand what you’re saying.”

Atlee raised his arms when we joined him. “Salve bella.”

“Don’t you start.” Nova warned him.

“I need a drink.” I let go of Nova’s arm and went for the decanter of scotch sitting on the table next to Atlee.

Atlee watched me down my first drink then cocked a brow at Nova. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I have no idea.” Nova said and plopped down next to him. “It’s not like he has something shoved up his ass.”

“Keep it up.” I downed a second shot and poured another. “And I’ll shove something else in your ass.”

“I have no idea what you two are talking about, but I am intrigued.” Atlee sat back and pressed his finger against his chin. “Tell me more about your anal problems.”

Nova opened her mouth and I pointed at her, “don’t.”

“Oh someone’s in a bad mood.” Atlee said. “Your fiancé wouldn’t be causing trouble now, would she?”

“Of course she fucking is.” I grumbled.

“Really?” Atlee tipped his head and smiled at Nova.

What the hell was he so fucking happy about?

“So, what I’m hearing is that Nova isn’t listening to you?” Atlee tsked. “That’s not good girl behavior.”

I gave him a dirty look. What the fuck was wrong with him, and why did Nova roll her eyes like that?

“I didn’t disobey him.”

“But you didn’t obey him either.” Atlee argued.

Nova crossed her arms. “He didn’t give me any orders. So…”

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