Page 40 of Mafia Heiress
“Someone grab me a vodka and then you are all going to listen to what I have to say.”
Marcello fixes my drink and I take a sip before closing my eyes. This isn’t going to go over well.
“I don’t think we should continue as we are. I trusted you dicks and you betrayed me. I even slept with this asshole before I knew,” I say, pointing to Ciro.
A growl comes out of Marcello’s mouth, but he doesn’t say anything. Smart man.
“And you. Why the fuck are you here?” I ask Vito.
“What do you mean? Same reason as everyone else.”
“No you’re not. There’s something going on and I need to know. I can’t deal with any more lies.”
He grits his teeth, but doesn’t say another word. Instead he gets up and walks out. Didn’t see that coming.
“Anyone else?” When they don’t move, I take that as a sign to continue. “Good. Now I’m going to say something and you’ll listen until I’m done. I have a lot of thinking to do. Healing too. I need to do it alone. I’ll call you in two weeks with my decision.”
“Jack, you can’t expect us to just stand in limbo,” Ciro protests.
“I can and I will. You have no leg to stand on here, Ciro. You’re the worst out of these pricks. I can’t believe I slept with you.”
By the way Marcello’s jaw is set, I don’t think he can believe it either. “If that’s what you want. But I’m not giving up on you, remember that,” Marcello says, standing and walking out the apartment.
A part of me feels like it drifted away, but I can’t focus on that right now. I have to restore the balance between us or I’ll never be accepted, respected.
“If that’s how you want it,principessa,I’m okay with it. It was fucked up what happened and for what it’s worth I feel bad, but I don’t regret sleeping with you.”
Ciro leaves, leaving Dante and I alone. I raise my eyebrows at him, but he doesn’t move to leave. “I’m not going. You need someone to watch you.”
“You sure as shit are leaving. I’ll call my mother or Ana.”
“Neither of them have medical training. You’re stuck with me until I can get a nurse to come here.”
“I don’t need a fucking nurse. And get out, I’m still pissed at you.”
He bends down next to me on the couch and attempts to lift up my tank top, but I smack his hand away. A rush of something pulls at my core from just that slight touch.
“You’re bleeding,” he says, pushing my hand out of the way and this time I let him lift my tank. His gaze is clinical, but I can’t help to think what it would be like if he touched me this way when I’m not injured.
The bandage is soaked with blood. And I hiss, just now realizing the pain I’m supposed to be in. The adrenaline from capping Victor drains from my system.
Dante pulls a small bag from the back of the couch, something I didn’t notice until now. He takes out a pair of gloves and puts them on before he goes about replacing my bandages.
“Why didn’t you become a doctor after you came home? You’re obviously good at it.”
“I’ve seen enough death for a thousand lifetimes. I wanted something boring, something I didn’t have to think about.”
“And construction was it? Seems like a far jump from where you were.”
“I did construction with my father when I was a teen. I have the eye for it. It didn’t take long for me to move up. It’s easy for me.”
“I bet it is.” I roll my eyes, turning my attention to the ceiling. I don’t need to look at my wound.
A cold splash of something covers my stomach and I hold in my scream. This is worse than when I broke my wrist in grade school.
“Sorry. I needed to clean the sutures. Your wound is seeping a bit.” He pats gauze around the area and by the time he’s done I’m panting in pain.
He bites his lip as he attempts to get the bandage on me perfectly. The pressure from his hands makes me wince, but after he’s finished, a flood of relief hits me. I can finally rest.
