Page 24 of Mafia Heiress
“Yet.” Dante winks, before handing me my coffee. I can’t help my chuckle before sipping my nectar.
“This isn’t the time to argue,” I interrupt before something else happens. “Let me know about Daddy.”
My soft touch on Ciro’s hand has him melting the anger away to look right in my eyes. “We couldn’t find him. None of their usual spots are active. It’s like those fuckers disappeared.”
“They’re hiding, like rats, and what’s the best way to flush out a rat?” I say, giving him another type of smile, one I reserve for my enemies. He shrugs, but I don’t wait for him to answer. “We burn their world down.”
I make the guys breakfast, not because I’m obligated, but because I need to eat food and I’m not sure on their cooking skills.
“This is amazing,” Dante says, eating his fifth pancake and shoving another sausage in his mouth.
“Yes seriously, principessa, these are so fucking good. Can you cook other shit?”
Ciro’s tact shouldn’t surprise me, but I shake my head anyway. “Yes, but when I’m married, I’ll only make food on the weekends. I’ll be too busy during the week. We’ll hire help.”
He scoffs. “Why? It’s not like you’d be working.”
I roll my eyes before changing the subject. Some things aren’t worth the argument. “Where was the last place you looked for the Vitucci’s?”
“We tracked their crew to the new warehouse they have in Jersey. What the fuck they’re doing out there I have no idea, it’s Jersey.”
“This is a new thing for them? Being over there?” Dante asks.
“Yeah. Normally, mid-Jersey is for the gangs. There’s not a lot of Italians there. So it’s a little weird they had property out there, but we didn’t find anything.”
“Who are they fucking? Married to anyone?”
“Victor has a wife. She’s a hag though, won’t get anything from her. victor is single, but his fat ass can’t get a fuck to save his life.”
He shovels in two slices of bacon while I ponder. There’s nothing that motivates a man more than food or pussy. If victor is already fat, there’s got to be something to this whole thing.
“I’d start with victor first. Something’s going on in Jersey that we’re missing. Is there anyone we can speak to in the south to see if they know anything? Is Franco Carluco still in A.C.?”
I bite into my second pancake and try really hard not to moan. I haven’t had carbs in so long.
“That bastard won’t ever leave. His ass is permanently glued to the slots. I’ll give him a call and see if he’s heard anything. I don’t see how this helps us though.”
“They’re in Jersey. No reason to have a warehouse there if you're not doing business. And if you are doing business, you started with a tip or someone told you something.”
“They aren’t smart enough to do this alone,” Dante says.
Ciro raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair. “How would you know, Mr. Straight and Narrow?”
“Believe it or not, Ciro, just because I don’t get my hands dirty, doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on in the family. I may have been forced into this, but I won’t sit by with a blindfold on.”
He gets up from his seat and runs his dishes underwater in the sink before walking out of the room. Ciro doesn’t make eye contact with me, but instead, keeps shoveling food into his mouth.
“What was that about?”
“Not my story. Besides, if the ass wanted to tell you, he would.”
“I’m going to get ready. I’ll be done in fifteen and then we can drive down to see Franco. He’s not going to answer his phone.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He stands blocking my path.
“We spoke about this last night. I won’t sit on the sidelines.”
“That was before I sampled that sweet pussy. I don’t think I’d forgive myself if I couldn’t have another taste.”
