Page 8 of Mafia Heiress
“That seems like cheating,” I reply.
“It’s strategic. I don’t do anything without thinking it through. My actions are never rash and I will always keep you in mind first.”
A rush of heat climbs up my neck. Even though I don’t know Dante, things just got very interesting. He looks me up and down, turning my cheeks even pinker. I can’t keep my eyes off him, and the first brush of lust falls over my skin making it tingle.
“What did I miss?” my father says, coming into the room and breaking the trance.
I give him a curt smile, concentrating on my mimosa. It’s going to take a few of these to get through this brunch.
Chapter Four
JACK
The brunch ended with a flurry of kisses on my hand, and promises of a good time when we all meet alone. My father was pleased, seeing the men devoted to me in a way he was once to my mother.
Dad isn’t the best husband, but he’s always taken care of us. Momma has never wanted for anything, but they haven’t been in love for a long time. It’s a sin to get divorced, so they’ll both have to be miserable for the rest of their lives.
“How did it go?” Ana asks, when I call her the next day.
“It went. They all brought me something. I got a horse from Marcello.”
I plop down on my bed dressed in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. My window is open and a light breeze is flowing into the sheer curtains. My room is girly, but I like all the ruffles and flowers. It speaks to my innocent side.
“No shit! That’s fucking awesome. You gonna go ride that stallion?”
“You’re such a loser. No, I’m not riding a stallion. At least not any time soon. She’s a mare actually. Beautiful, chocolate brown quarter-horse with a white blaze and socks. She’s got a chestnut mane. I couldn’t have asked for better.”
“You lost me when you said you’re not riding him. I don’t speak horse.”
“Forget it. Ciro got me a crystal, an Alexandrite actually. Vito came with some flowers for Momma and a rose for me, and Dante gave me some homemade cream from his sister.”
I pick at the blanket thinking about each of them. All of them are hot in their own way, but their personalities are so different. Ciro is methodical, knows what he wants and takes. Dante is patient and watchful, making his move only when he’s sure. Vito plays by no rules and goes with his gut. I can’t see that man being a responsible husband. And Marcello, he’s the one to watch. A boy scout who has a bad streak. A bad boy playing the good cop.
“No competition, Marcello wins this round.”
“For sure. Now I go out with them one at a time. This is a lot, Ana. Really, maybe it was a mistake.”
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My brain reels with everything that’s happened, but there is a pang of want there as well. This is the most I’ve ever done for myself.
“Don’t get mushy on me now. You have an image to maintain. Plus, who doesn’t want to fuck four men. I mean, if Luigi wasn’t in the picture...”
She leaves the sentence hanging. Ana has a way of thinking about sex like a guy. I guess that’s how little Luigi came to be. They couldn’t wait another moment to get into each other’s pants.
“I’m not going to fuck them, Ana. It wouldn’t make me look good. Imagine my father finding out. I’d be dead.”
“Very true. However, that doesn’t mean you can’t fool around.”
“You’re such a putana.”
“Come on! Let me live vicariously through you. I haven’t fucked anyone else in like, six years. I’m so old now, I don’t think I could get a boyfriend even if I wanted to.”
“You’re twenty-eight years old, Ana. You’re not ancient.”
“Tell that to my saggy tits and tummy pouch. Plus, my ass touches the back of my thighs when I walk. I’m a mess.”
“You’re amazing and stop being hard on yourself. Once this is all over, we’ll both be married women and we can bitch about other things.”
“I can’t say your right, but I will agree that we’re going to be bitching for the rest of our lives.”
