Page 167 of Vita Mia

“I knew you would come.”

Carlo dropped his bag. “Funny, I didn’t have plans.”

“But plans change? Don’t they Carlo? Take Giovanni for example. Plans for him have changed.”

“Then you know there’s trouble at home.”

Abedi sat upright. Her onyx black eyes sparkled like gems under her long lashes. Her hair was cut so low it was coal black and rippling with waves over her skull. She wore large gold hoop earrings. For her people to be so conservative she thrived as being the complete opposite. He could not help but look at her breasts and remember how good it was to fuck her and smoke from her opium pipe.

“It’s not home for you anymore. Is it? Lucio Romano?” she smirked. “You’re a family man now. A wife, baby boy, and girl.”

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?”

Abedi nodded.

“You belong to me, remember? We made that deal for your soul a long time ago.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

She stood. She walked toward him with her hips swaying. She smiled at him with the sweet part of her lips. Her hand went to his chest. She eased in close and used the other to take off his sunglasses. Carlo stared down at her.

“You telling me you don’t remember how good it was with us? That you never think of me while you play domestic games at homestyle bliss? Ever?”

Her lips brushed his just as her hand eased down from his chest to squeeze his dick. Carlo returned her kiss. No man was strong enough to turn away from the devil. She moaned and slipped into his arms, feeling his erection. Carlo’s hand went to her throat. He squeezed until her tongue stopped moving in his mouth and her lips gaped in a startled cry. She hit against his chest for release. His grip on her throat was so tight she couldn’t fight or scream for help.

“You know why I’m here witch. Don’t tease me. My time is short. Do you understand?”

She nodded slowly.

He released her. Abedi stepped back coughing down air. She turned away from him dazed for a few moments then looked back at him with rage in her eyes. “I don’t know what country you slipped away too. I don’t know where you hide. But don’t think for one second your enemies think you are dead.”

“Fuck my enemies. I’m here for business. Are you dealing with me or not?”

She walked to her chair and sat down. “What is it you think I can do for you?”

“I need four men. Not Kenyan’s. Not Tanzanians. They must be connected to the Nigerian Brotherhood. Four. Two will be loyal and return with me, two I will have to put down and leave behind.”

“I could kill you for touching me. One word from me and you’re dead.” She hissed like a serpent.

Carlo smiled.

“But you won’t. Because you’re wrong. I don’t belong to you. I never have. You belong to me, that’s why you like it when I squeeze tight.”

Abedi frowned. She touched her throat. She didn’t bother to deny it. Now that he had regained control he continued. “We’ll fly into Verona and drive to Napoli. I’ll need a boat in the bay to take the package to Sicily. We’ll fly backDar es Salaamwith him as our guest. Private landing. Discreet. You have a village for me? To spend time with him. Is it all understood?”

“Why not just kill him? You’re the fucking butcher!” she said and pulled on a blouse to cover her nudity. He saw through her contempt for him. She was like most women. Vicious when betrayed. Her little seduction was over. Now she would bust his balls.

“He’s my pet until I’m done.”

“Bullshit!” she cursed. “He’s your prisoner for your Don. You’re keeping him alive for him.”

“Does it matter? Can you handle it? Or should I contact your brothers and negotiate with them.”

She charged at him screaming like a hyena. She was all hand slaps and slicing cuts with her sharp nails. She cursed him. He swept her up under his arm and threw her down on the chaise. Carlo pinned her down.

“Call them off!”

Abedi kept screaming her anger and hatred for him in her native tongue.

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