Page 27 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
I jog away, but stop when Siena calls my name. She hurries after me, the early morning sunlight dappling her bare thighs, the sunscreen on her skin making her glimmer.
“What the hell was that?” she snaps.
“Who was that guy?”
“Didn’t you hear? I’m trying to get some flowers fast-tracked, since everything on this trip is determined to go wrong.” She pauses. “You know you can’t start getting jealous and weird after one kiss, right? It was just a kiss.”
Maybe to her. What was I even thinking?
“What was that?” she repeats.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But you’re thinking something.”
“So you’re a mind reader now.”
She huffs. “If you want to be a jerk, that’s fine.”
I watch her go, tempted by the roundness of her ass even when she’s mad at me. She looks over her shoulder, a split-second smile, before she remembers she’s supposed to be mad. “Are you seriously checking me outnow?”
“Can’t help it, I’m afraid.”
“Douche.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I keep jogging, picking up the pace, breathing through gritted teeth as I try to get the image of Siena flirting with another man out of my head. It’s not like she’s wrong. I’ve got no right to get possessive so soon.
After a few minutes, I spot my godfather and the consigliere, Rocco, standing at the shoreline with his hands in his pockets. I walk up beside him.
“You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
He runs a hand through his thick hair and sighs.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Just business,” he replies. “I’m thinking of home.”
“It’s only a week. The city won’t fall apart without us.”
His eyes get a distant look. “I hope you’re right.”
“Maybe you should’ve tried to persuade Father not to do this.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not saying that. Your father is the Don. If he made this choice, it’s the right one. Anyway, he doesn’t…”
“Sorry?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s clearly not nothing.”
“You know your father, Dario. He carves his own path.”
“He listens to you when it counts, Rocco, you know that,” I say. “You’re not just his consigliere. You’re his – our – friend. You need to lighten up.”
He smiles. “You’re right. But it’s my job to worry about the Family when your father’s mind is elsewhere. Anyway, you’re the one with a face like a slapped ass.”
