Page 42 of Salvatore
Holy fuck, he was. This was only the beginning of having to deal with Valerie, and he was already about to kill himself.
Goddamn, his sister was right. She did have an effect of making you suicidal.
“Are you okay?” Valerie asked, noticing the action.
“I’m fine,” he snapped at her, desperately wishing to put space between them. It didn’t help he was in his favorite place in the world and felt some sudden withdrawals coming on.
“Geez, excuse me for being concerned for your fucking well-being. I thought after last night’s festivities, I could ask things like that.” Sick of his shitty attitude and treatment all day, she had reached a breaking point. “By the way, you’re the one who fucked me last night, so I’m not sure why you’re taking it out on me!”
“Please, your eyes were practically begging me for it,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, right.” Valerie snorted. “The only one begging for it was you, Mr. It’s Hot in He—Ow!”
She rubbed her arm that he bumped to shut her up when a big man in a suit came up to them. His looks were a bit deceiving the closer he got, as there was a bit of youngness to his face that told her he wasn’t as old as he appeared to be … but he sure was hot.
“Well, well, well …” The man approached them with a killer smile. “Now, you know you’re not supposed to be down here, Sal—”
Valerie’s eyes grew wider as she continued listening, hanging on to his every word.
“The last time you fucking snuck down here almost cost me a year’s worth of my salary ’cause Lucca made me pay for not noticing you had gotten down here—”
“Yeah, whatever, Amo.” Sal stopped him. “I’m not down here for that.”
“I see.” Amo’s eyes slid over to her before looking her up and down from head to toe appreciatively. “New recruit?”
No wonder Lucca hates his fuckin’ guts.
Suddenly, Sal perfectly understood Lucca’s hatred for the man in front of him. He thought his best friend was a bit harsh to his younger brother Nero’s friend. It wasn’t like it was Amo’s fault he fell in love with the same girl Lucca had.
But seeing his eyes get an eyeful of Valerie, he already knew his late-night activities tonight would be searching up porn with a featured woman that most resembled Valerie.
I oughta take Valerie’s bat and shove it right up his as—
Rubbing his hands together, Amo was already playing dress up in his mind. “She’ll fit right in down here. We’ve been looking for a girl with a different look.”
Yup, he was going to do it. He was going to shove that bat right up his ass and video tape the whole thing. Sal couldn’t possibly move up any more in the family business, but he bet he somehow could if he did it and gave the tape to Lucca for his viewing pleasure.
“Been a bit boring lately down here, don’t you think, Sal?”
At Amo’s comment, Valerie took a better look at the girls walking around in their underwear. Remembering one, then another, then another …
It was practically Sal’s graveyard of women he had taken back to his house and fucked, and now he was here, adding his latest lay to his collection.
The man didn’t have a fucking girlfriend; he had a slew of women, ripe for the picking, an elevator ride away.
Valerie didn’t know whether to feel ashamed, mad, or honestly a little bit proud that she was among some of the fine women down here.
But, somehow, despite her frustration toward Sal at the moment, there was a small silver lining in all of this.
I’m no longer a home wrecker.
The laughing fit that escaped Valerie’s lips had both men staring at her in concern.
What in the hell is so funny?
“So, you don’t have a girlfriend!” she burst out in what seemed like relief.
“Who? Sal?” Amo asked, laughing himself into his own fit. He understood exactly what was so funny. “Hell no! He can barely let himself get laid.”
