Page 42 of Dirty Mafia Torment
“That would be fucking rich, wouldn’t it?” I pant, lifting my head. “Your greatest disappointment kicking your arrogant ass?”
He touches his lip again, like he still can’t believe I got one in. “If I have to lock you in the Beneventi dungeon to sober you up, so be it.”
I uncurl to stand. “That’s not what this is about.”
He studies me, realization dawning. “Are you fucking serious? You defied me for her?”
“You assaulted a woman.”
“A miscommunication. And she was trespassing.”
“Still, she did you a solid by warning you.”
His eyes darken. “You that gullible? What better way to escape marrying Accardo than by convincing me he’s an enemy?”
I repeat her warning, wondering if he’s right. “Wait and watch, and you’ll find out.”
“Accardo’s the top investor in my Chicago expansion. He has too much to lose if he targets me—we both do.”
“Why not Moretti?”
“Accardo has deeper pockets. Without him, I’ll lose Chicago.”
Well, shit. If I hope to talk him into somehow blocking the wedding … “Will you give me permission to marry her?” I calmly ask, but already know he won’t take me seriously—I mean, why would he?
His expression freezes. “Marry? Who?”
“Fina.”
A suffocating silence stretches out. Until he laughs. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. The pussy that good?”
Annoyed he believes every decision I make is driven by vice, I give him a taste of his own medicine. “Not as good as sweet Alessia?—”
He slams me into the wall so hard it vibrates. “Not another word.”
I smirk, point made.
His eyes are like glass. “I need to keep Accardo fat and happy at the moment.”
“And not your son.”
He doesn’t so much as flinch.
“You’re the boss of bosses. Callit off.”
He jabs a finger at me, not liking taking orders. “You pulled the same shit with Alessia.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Stop playing hero to everyone but yourself.”
What the fuck? A hero complex? Me? Is that what he believes?
Pain bleeds into his expression. “You had ample fucking time to figure shit out. And what do you do?”
Rome. It’s always fucking Rome. “I didn’t freeze.”
“Freeze? You fucking died on me.”
