Page 58 of Vicious Vows

“Why would my father talk about us?”

“It generates sympathy for him with the other families.” Now that Collins was on the run, and there was a botched attempt on my life, Gian had to save face with the organization.

“Why would he need people to feel sorry for him?” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” I glanced at Milo.

“It’s a real Romeo and Juliet situation.” He laughed. “You’ve moved from Beauty and the Beast to the Capulets and the Montagues. Gossip pages are going wild over this relationship. Mafia prince falls for rival princess. Someone should make a movie.”

“I’ll have to check it out,” Lissia said as we entered the office. “I have a phone now.”

“I heard.” Milo leaned against the doorframe. “I’ll text you later.”

“Why don’t you get back to work and make sure no one is gossiping in here.” I turned on my laptop. “We do have a business to run.”

“Tell me about it since I’m the one who has been running it for weeks.” He gave me the finger. “Anything else I can save for you? Other than your ass?”

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ve arranged a tour for Lissia and Ricardo,” Milo said.

“Can I take one of the cars for a test drive?” She hooked her arm in mine. “That would be cool.”

“No.” I took off my jacket and hung it over the chair. “You can visit the break room and have coffee.”

“Sounds exciting.” She rolled her eyes. “I hope you have espresso.”

“I’ll take you for a spin in a fast car later.” Milo winked. “Just the two of us.”

“Out.” I pointed to the door. “I need those numbers for Juan.”

I had to make sure the profits were in order before I told our cartel we would be moving stuff for Lorenzo.

“You’ll have it soon,” Milo said. “I’ll send Ricardo up.”

“Give us a few minutes,” I said.

“Will ten minutes be enough time?” Milo smirked.

“Get out!” I laughed when I thought about the first time Lissia came to see me. That seemed like such a long time ago. She ended up throwing a box of cookies at me. I liked her spunky side.

“Inside joke?” Lissia sat on the edge of the desk, stretching out her long, luscious legs.

After twenty minutes of deliberation and numerous dresses being tossed on the bed this morning, she had settled on a tight-fitting navy dress and silver open-toed shoes. She looked amazing in everything she tried on, but this dress was perfect for her sexy, subtle curves.

“Milo thought when I first met you, I could relieve some stress by being with you for ten minutes. We both know it takes longer than ten minutes.”

“We also know that it doesn’t always relieve your stress.” She bit her lip. “It didn’t last night.”

“That’s not true.” I stepped between her legs. “I owe you an apology.”

“You already apologized three minutes ago.”

“No, I haven’t apologized for last night.”

“You don’t have to say anything about last night. I don’t regret telling you how I feel. I wanted you to know.”

“There’s something I want to tell you.” I touched her cheek. “I should have said it last night.”

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