Page 44 of Mafia Heiress
"When did you learn how to speak a different language?" I ask, seeing him in a new light.
"I did a lot of covert stuff for the Marines. Nothing I can talk about, but know that I speak five languages and have a bunch of other skills that will come in handy. I'll always keep you safe, Jack. Never question that."
A smile spreads across my face before I turn into him and place a kiss on his cheek. I snuggle up on my good side and absorb his heat while we wait for the food. The last thing I remember is some TV star talking about their newest conquest.
Chapter Twelve
Two weeks later
"I'm telling you, he's the one." Ana's voice travels through the phone at a screech. She's in love with Ciro, as most women are. I, on the other hand, am not sure he’s what I want. He's too handsome for his own good.
"Ana, he's not stable. He doesn't have a job. I can't be with someone who is doing things for the Family all the time. He’s a liability. It's not smart." Ana knows what Ciro really does.
An enforcer for my father is many things. It's a job not many people can handle and, in a way, I respect that. He's not a killer like the movies would make you believe, he's what comes before that. Is it all sunshine and rainbows? No. He's a ruthless son-of-a-bitch, but it's necessary. People tend to step out of line. He reminds them to go back.
He proved that to me when we were in A.C. And even if I kind of want to punch him in the nuts, it’s not like I can forget about him completely. There’s something about him I can’t let go. It’s probably his dick.
"But he's so hot! And he already knows everyone. Your father really likes him."
"You do know the purpose of all this, right? I need a husband. Not someone who wants to go against me to get the power I deserve. I may not have a dick between my legs, but that throne will be mine. Trust me when I say, Ana, my father's heir will not be one of my brothers."
She sucks in her breath. Silence comes over the phone, but I let it. I’ve always wanted power, but until now I didn't realize how hungry I was for it. Spending time with these men awakened my true desires. They all bring value to the table. With them by my side, I can forge through and make sure this family is mine.
We would never have to worry again that there was going to be corruption because I'd rule with an iron fist. Ciro to do the punishing, Marcello to lead the security and make sure the feds were off our asses, and finally, Dante to make it look like we had legitimate businesses. It's a fucking perfect package, and I'll be damned if I’m going to let it float away from me.
Vito is the only one I don’t see fitting. What is he able to bring to the table, besides his tech skills. He’s good looking and seems like a nice guy, but there is something about him. I’m going to have to trust my instincts on this one.
He left without explaining the secret behind his reason for being here and unless he does, I can’t trust him. Without trust this thing won’t work.
"That's a lot, Jack. Even for you. I know you've always been cutthroat, but this is unheard of. A female Don. What will the others think?"
"That's the thing, Ana. I don't give a flying fuck what they think. And when they see how powerful I am, how powerful we are together, they'll know it's not worth their time."
I say my goodbyes and decide to call the last meeting. I'm still going to have to marry one of them, but my proposition might make this all the sweeter. Three men, one queen. I'll be set for life and so will they. Marcello will even have the ability to keep his job and have secret ties. I don't see how they can refuse.
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The backof Nico’s is where my father conducts most of his business. It's quiet and the wait staff knows to stay out of earshot. I've called all three men here. They're expecting an answer.
I take my seat at the head of the table and place my Birkin bag on the chair next to me. I came to this meeting prepared, as if it were a business transaction, and in all honesty, it is.
Over the last month, I've gotten to know each of them. I've come to respect and care for them, but I don't know if I could ever love them. Lust yes, but love? It’s a concept for the weak. If you don’t love, your heart can’t be broken. As much as I respect my father and am grateful that he raised us without wanting for anything, he’s destroyed my mother’s spirit, and I will never let that happen to me.
My vagina, however, has a different outlook. She wants all of them, preferably one at a time and then all at once. Little whore. After sampling both Dante and Ciro, I can’t stop thinking about the amazing sex and what it would be like to finally give into Marcello.
I smile to myself as I think about the way Ciro's hair falls in his face as he leans back to laugh, or how Marcello cracks his knuckles when he's nervous, and how Dante gets that mischievous look in his eyes like he wants to push the limits to see how far he can go.
I don't know who I'd pick if I could only choose one. They'd all make great husbands, but I can't say which would be the single best. That's why I need all of them.
The squeaking of the door breaks me away from my thoughts as I look up to see the three impossibly gorgeous men walk into the room. Dante and Marcello are dressed in business casual wear. Each sporting button-down shirts and slacks. Marcello’s tattoos are on display, his forearms exposed. The swirls of ink disappearing and making me wonder what he’d look like without his shirt.
Ciro is dressed to make you come in your seat. His tight black jeans hugging everything, including his package. A black Henley doesn't leave much to the imagination as his corded muscles ripple underneath. It takes all of me not to throw him against the wall.
"How are you feeling? Are you almost healed?" Marcello asks, a sad tone in his voice. He looks like he wants to reach out and grab me. I try not to go to him, I can’t let whatever this is between us muddle the waters.
"I’m healing well, thank you. I'm happy to see all of you, but in about five minutes I don't know if the feeling is going to be mutual." I cross my ankles under the table and adjust my seat. I’m not nervous at all. Nope, not one bit.
"Oh, yeah. How so? I mean let's cut to the chase. Who are you gonna pick? I mean, I'm the obvious choice, but if you need to make these twoscemosseem important, I totally understand." Ciro chuckles at his own joke.
