Page 36 of Dirty Mafia Torment
Too sweet to be a Beneventi, yet here she is. And she’s glowing.
“You’re happy?” I ask.
“I love him, Renzo. Desperately. So yes, I’m happy.”
I give her a look. “Even with him being capo di tutti capi?”
“I know who he is, what he is. But I also know what we are.”
“Kinky motherfuckers?”
Her blush betrays her, but she doesn’t deny it. “We’re twin flames destined to burn together.”
“Sounds hot.”
Her laugh rings through the library. “Oh, it is.”
Nausea twists in my gut. I admire her acceptance, but it only makes me sicker.
“How’s the new therapist? My father said you’d like her.”
I shrug. “I like every inch of my new therapist.”
“Renzo, you didn’t?”
I wonder why people like sweet Alessia still have faith in me, and way more than I deserve. Yeah, I fucked the therapist. Not because I wanted fixing. Because keeping her busy with my body meant she couldn’t get inside my head. Truth is, random fucks are growing old. Everything is.
Except for Fina’s tight body milking me dry in the back of that car. Nothing compares, and I cling to that motherfucking memory like the undeserving prick I am.
“Bastian said you would.” She sighs. “I owe him money.”
I grunt. “That’s what you get for betting on me.”
“I’ll always bet in your favor, Renzo.”
Fuck. Here we go.
“She’s a professional. Open up. Talk to her. Let her help.”
“Open up?” I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “What’s in me isn’t for the weak. Anyone soft enough to look inside wouldn’t walk out the same.”
“Renzo, as your friend, accept that you’ve taken things too far and fix it.”
“I’m on it.”
“Are you?”
Fucking hell. “Yeah.”
She searches my face, finds nothing, lets it go. “Good.”
I roll to my feet and help her up. “Better get you back to the celebration.”
She stands on her toes and kisses my cheek. “Nice chatting with you, son.”
I smirk. “Mom.”
Smoothing her dress, she starts for the door.
