Page 26 of Mafia Heiress
I sip the water and think about it. The Vitucci brothers have always been scumbags. Nasty to the core and ugly to match. No girl in their right mind would want to be with them.
“Wait. What if this is about the competition? They could be pissed they didn’t make the final cut,” I ask.
“They applied? That’s ballsy. Your father would never let them in. They had to know that.”
“Some people are delusional. I could see why they would want to though. Having all the power of my family without any of the work. They’d take advantage of that.”
He chuckles and leans his head back on the couch exposing his neck. He looks like a God. Golden skin and tousled hair. The tattoo I got to peak at last night, an eagle with a branch in its claws is sticking out of his shirt.
“Did you get a hold of Toni?” Ciro asks, coming out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel draped over his hips. His chiseled chest on display, the peaks and valleys enough to make any girl want to rub against him.
“Like what you see,principessa?” he asks, smirk on his face. “I could show you a little more.”
His hands go to the towel and I suck in the air I didn’t know I was depriving myself. My eyes widen and I lick my lips, but before this could go further, Dante interrupts.
“Would you quit it. No one wants to see your tiny pecker.”
“That’s not what Jack said last night.”
The smirk is back in place, but now my cheeks are flaming. Not that I’m ashamed we had sex, but it’s not like I wanted it advertised.
“I…”
“No need to explain. As long as it was consensual there’s nothing to worry about,” Dante says, shrugging his shoulders.
He’s taking this way better than I anticipated. Every guy I’ve ever gone out with was jealous, so this is new to me.
“You're sure you don’t have a problem with it?” I ask, more out of curiosity than permission.
“You’re not mine to control. I’ve lived a different life than these assholes, I’m more open to these sorts of things than most.”
And now my head went straight to the gutter, because all I can imagine is Dante and Ciro wrapped around me giving me the best night of my life.
Thank God the doorbell rings before I do something stupid. I pop up from the couch and answer it. The bellhop wheels a cart into the room, the aromas of the food hitting me right away. My stomach growls and I hope no one heard it.
Ciro takes the bill and signs it with a flourish. Dante hands the guy a fifty and he leaves, thank you’s spilling out. I lift the silver lid from one of the plates and steal a piece of bacon.
Dante begins to put the plates on the table. I grab the coffee and fill up three cups. Ciro takes a seat as if we’re going to serve him. I roll my eyes and take my own seat across from him.
I steal one of the omelets and add more bacon to my plate. Creamer goes into my coffee and I take the first sip. In my opinion it’s always the best one.
We’re quiet as we shovel food in our mouths. The guys grunting in approval as soon as they dig into their burgers.
The doorbell rings again and Dante gets up to answer. Toni walks in with a rack of clothes and a few assistants. He looks exactly as I remember him and it’s been a while.
“Giacomina! It’s so good to see you,” he bellows, coming around to my side of the table to give me a kiss.
“Hey, Toni,” Ciro says, holding out a hand to the older man.
“Ciro, how are you? Is that suit we did last time still working for you?”
“Yeah, it’s great. We’re going to need a couple for tonight. This scemo too.”
He smiles, but doesn’t miss a beat. “I’d be happy to help. I’ve brought a selection for the men, one which is truly exciting, and my employee Mary will be here shortly with some dresses for you to choose from.”
He looks me over, no doubt taking in the jeans and t-shirt and having a heart attack. Toni is dressed to the nines, perfectly tailored suit, wing tipped shoes, just the right amount of pocket square showing. He reminds me of a Kingsman, one of my favorite movies.
The doorbell rings and Toni answers it, allowing a slim woman to walk in with a rack of dresses trailing behind her. Her beautiful smile lights up the room and I instantly know I’m going to like her.
