Page 14 of Mafia Heiress
She wipes her hands on a towel and tosses it on the counter facing me. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know. I figured I’d let you choose. I don’t want to be that guy.”
“What guy?”
“The one who tries to cage you.”
Her eyes squint as if I have an ulterior motive, but for once, since this all started, it’s the truth. I don’t want to see her fire burn out.
“Anything I want to do? No matter what?”
“Sure.”
“Great, I’ll get tickets on the way.”
She rushes out of the kitchen before I can ask what tickets. Why do I feel like I’ve gotten myself into something?
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JACK
It was perfect watching Vito struggle through an erotic movie. Well not erotica, but the theater I took him to doesn’t play PG-13 movies and this one was so fucking hot.
“I really loved the plot, didn’t you?” I ask, peaking at him from the side as we walk to the car.
“The plot? Yeah, it was...um...great.”
“What’s the matter, Vito? It looks like you have a blush on your cheeks. Don’t like seeing men cross swords?”
“No...I...um...have nothing against that.”
“So you were into it?” My question makes a strangled noise come from his throat.
He opens the car door and doesn’t answer me. I see him from the rearview adjusting himself before walking around the car and getting into the driver's seat. He turns the car on and it purrs to life. The dashboard lighting up in the night. It looks like we’re in a spaceship.
“So did you?”
I put my hand lightly on his forearm and pet him down to his elbow. A shiver runs through him before he turns his head and studies me, a scowl on his face.
“I’m so fucking hard right now.”
His words cause me to smile wide. I didn’t think he’d be so bold, but I like this side of him. The one that blushes and isn’t sure of what he wants. I’m starting to think Vito might not be a waste of time after all.
“I’m glad you had a good time.” I sit back in my seat and watch the city drive by as we get onto the Brooklyn Bridge. The city is lit up and a pang of love flows through me. This will one day be my city.
“You’re evil. You know that. I mean, if we were together and you took me there, I’d have had you in the bathroom before the movie was over, but right now all I get is blue balls.”
“Are you expecting me to feel sorry for you? Cause that’s not how I am, Vito. Tonight was about you learning your place. Sure, I’m a pretty face, have a great ass, and can fuck you until your voice is harsh from screaming my name, but I’m also my father’s daughter. A danger to everyone.”
“Everyone but the four of us. I see you on the inside, Jack. I know you’re not ruthless. You might take after your father, and after tonight I believe it more, but you're not cruel like the rest of them. You’ve got a heart.”
“Don’t let that be confused with weakness. And my heart belongs to the family. Remember that the next time you expect me to do something just because you want it.”
He doesn’t reply after that and the car ride leads to silence. Am I proud of how I handled him? Fuck yes. Am I sorry I had to do it this way? A little. Vito is a good looking guy and the sexual tension in that theater would have anyone breaking. If it were Ciro we’d still be fucking in his car.
We get to the house and all the lights are on. Something that isn’t common at 2 am. I jump out of the car as soon as Vito slows down and I don’t listen to his shouts as I dart for the house.
I hear him curse before I make it to the front door. It’s busted open and the lock looks like someone hit it with a sledgehammer. I pull out my SIG Sauer SP2022 from my purse. I click off the safety and place my bag on the stoop.
