Page 46 of Mafia Heiress
"I know," I whisper, clasping my hands together and gritting my teeth. I'm going to have to prove to them I'm not some stupid princess who is weak. I know my family, my city, my people. This isn’t going to be easy, but I will do it. Failure is not an option.
The waitress comes in with our drinks and places them down on the table, but not before she stares at my guys. A growl rumbles from my chest, as she catches my eyes. She stumbles back out of the room. The exchange doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Let’s say we agree to this. How would it work?” Dante asks. A small flame of hope ignites in my chest.
“We’d get married. Be the official couple in the public's eye. It makes it seem like I’m distancing myself from my father. Ciro and Marcello will continue to do what they do, but at night will come home to me. After my father retires, which will be in a year or so, I’ll step in with you all by my side.”
“What do I get out of this? Dante’s going to marry you, so he gets to fuck you, but what do I get? It’s not like you’re going to sleep with all of us.” Ciro’s words send a shiver of desire through me.
“Who says I wouldn’t?” My question comes out breathier than I planned. His eyes go wide for a moment as he pictures what that could mean.
“I don’t know if I’d be able to share you. You know my true feelings and it would be a huge risk for me. My job demands enough of me.” Marcello’s words hit me. I’m not the easiest person to get along with and what he’s saying makes sense. This is all in my favor. They’re not getting anything in return.
“Make me an offer then. What do you want?” It’s a big question. My background and my father can give him almost anything he wants, but he knows this already. A part of him is using it to his advantage.
“Fast track to the Assistant Director of the New York office. And I want a kid, and to fuck you whenever I want,” Marcello stipulates.
His last sentence stuns me. Kids? I know everyone is expecting me to have kids, but not yet. I have a lot of conquering to do.
“I’ll give you a kid in five years. I don’t want to be pregnant right away.”
“Three years.”
“Four and that's as good as it’s going to get.”
“Done.”
“Who else is on board?” My eyes drift to the two other men in the room.
“I’m getting the most out of this relationship, so I’ll accept the offer to be your husband. I’d like a child of my own as well, but not right away. And the business… it needs to be signed over to me. No more being an employee or sharing with your father. I want what’s rightfully mine. I’ll pay the Family it’s cut, but legally I want it in my name.”
“Fair enough. That could be our wedding present. I’ll take it to my father.”
He gives me a wide smile and takes my hand, rubbing his thumbs in small circles. Watching his hand move has me thinking about what happened to us when he cared for me after I got shot.
“You’re last,” I assert to Ciro. His face is impassive. Normally, Ciro’s eyes tell me the whole story, but right now I’m getting nothing.
“I want to be number two. We make decisions together. These fuckheads don’t have a say in the business, and you let me take control of the day-to-day. You’re the face and I’m the muscle. And when I tell you to shut up, you listen.”
“You won’t disrespect me in front of other people. I won’t be treated like trash.”
“I never said in public, when I’m fucking you. I have certain tastes, and I think you’d be more than willing to explore them with me. When we’re in public you are the boss, but at home, I’m the one you bow down to.”
My mouth has never been so dry in my life. I grab the tequila and think about what he just said. He must mean some sort of dominant relationship. I read romance novels. I know what it is, but God I didn’t think I would be into that, until the words passed his lips.
Swigging back the liquid fire, I shiver from the taste. It’s gross and delicious at the same time.
“Deal. One other thing. You all can’t fuck anyone but me. I can’t have strays knocking at my door. Especially if we have children. I’ll be the only one you fuck.”
Ciro’s jaw clenches a little, but he nods. Marcello shrugs his shoulders, and Dante gives me a smile.
Dante pours me some more tequila and the guy's glasses of whiskey. He raises his to me and says, “Here’s to Jack, the woman who is going to take us all to the top.”
Yes… yes, I am.
Chapter Thirteen
Ana shows up at my apartment as soon as my meeting is over. Dante promised to come by tonight so we can go over some things for the wedding, but I couldn’t wait to plan it all.
