Page 25 of Mafia Heiress
His words don’t make me shiver or my nipples pebbling underneath my sleepshirt. Nope. Not one bit.
“If you don’t drive me to A.C., you’ll never get to fuck this pussy ever again.”
I trail a finger along his chin until I get to the corner of his mouth. A little drop of syrup sits there and I scoop it up with my fingertip. I suck my finger in my mouth and release it with a pop.
His eyes go wide, but when I push past him, he doesn’t stop me from walking away. Round one, Jack.
* * *
The drive isaround three hours. Traffic sucks, but once you’re out of the city and into Jersey it goes pretty quickly. We pull up to The Bogata and hand the valet the keys. Ciro says something low to him, and the poor kid looks like he saw a ghost.
“Where is he usually?” Dante asks, walking in front of me, eyes darting around, looking for something.
“Slots,” I respond. “He loves the pennies.”
Ciro joins us and we make our way over to the VIP guest services. For this to work, we have to appear like we’re staying here for a good time. Franco has loose lips and directly confronting him wouldn’t be wise. The Vitucci’s will be out of here before you know it.
“How can I help you?” the blonde says, switching her gaze between the two of my men. And yes...mine.
“We would like the Presidential,” I reply, maneuvering the guys behind me. They don’t say a word, which I’m grateful for.
“All three of you?”
“Are you in the business of asking questions or booking rooms? My name is Giacomina Gambino. I should have a credit card on file. Anything else you need before you pass me over three keycards?”
Her face drops as she recognizes the name. Not a lot of people are up on their Mafia families, but when your father owns a piece of half the casinos in Atlantic City, you make it your business to know.
“Right away, Ms. Gambino.”
She fubbles with the keycards, barely getting them in the machine to punch in the numbers. She folds the card case and passes them over. She attempts a smile, but doesn’t meet my eyes.
Ciro takes them from the desk and leads us into the elevator. The ride up is quiet and when we reach our room I pick up the phone to call room service. I need to eat again.
“Do you guys want anything?” I ask, waiting for the operator to pick up.
“Get a little of everything. I’m showering before we go down. Maybe call Toni and get him to send up some clothes. We can’t walk around the casino in jeans,” Ciro says, moving into the bathroom.
When did I become the fucking secretary?
“Pick your battles, Jack. This one isn’t worth it,” Dante says, moving over to the bar and taking out water, pouring it into glasses for himself and me.
“How may I help you, Ms. Gambino?” the voice on the phone asks before I can respond to Dante.
“We would like food delivered to the room. A couple of burgers, a side of bacon, two cheese omelets, coffee, a platter of fruit and pastries, and an order of pancakes.”
“Right away. Is there anything else you need?”
“Please send Toni Campina up. We’ll be needing clothes for tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am. The food will be up in twenty minutes.”
I hang up the phone and turn to Dante who is holding out the glass of water. We both sit on the couches, and I can’t help but think about Daddy right now. Those assholes better not be hurting him.
“Are you alright? I haven’t asked this morning,” Dante says.
“Worried. Pissed. I’m going to make them pay. Doing this to my family when we have all this shit going on is like a smack in the face. They must have been planning this for weeks.”
“I agree. They picked the perfect time to come in and fuck shit up. There’s got to be another motive besides whatever vendetta they have against your father.”
