Page 41 of Dima's Vision
Kristie slumps back against me, deflated.
“If it makes you feel any better he was the one who drove into your mom and her bodyguard that day, killing them.” Lexi offers, her gaze shooting to mine through the screen as I wrap an arm around Kristie.
“It’s weird, but it does actually make me feel a little better. The guy was actually fucking awful.”
“Well, then, good riddance I say!”
Kristie nods, a faraway look on her face.
“Um, would now be a good time to point out that you are next in line to lead the Mancini Mafia if something were to happen to La Madrina?”
Kristie stiffens, before staring at Lexi’s face on the screen. “Come again?”
“If something were to happen to La Madrina, you, as a rightful Mancini, would be next in line to lead the family.”
Kristie slowly turns to look at me, shock clear on her face. We sit there. Staring. Her at me in shock and awe. Me, at her huge hazel eyes lined in black. A twitch of her lips signals that her clever mind has processed the bomb Lexi just dropped on her.
The twitch turns into a smile, then a snort, then Kristie is flat on her back cackling like a lunatic, her socked feet kicking in the air, short skirt flipped up, thick thighs on display and her little red panties calling to me.
“Ah, I’m guessing this is good news?” Lexi’s voice drifts over the line.
Holding the phone to my face, so she can’t see my woman’s privates, I can’t help but grin too. “La Madrina is dead.”
“Oh, well then. Looks like you’re back in the Mafia uncle.”
I let out a groan and hang up on Lexi’s laughing face. Flopping back on the bed I gather Kristie in my arms, holding her close as her giggles start to subside.
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle me being the Godmother to the Italian Mafia?” she cups my cheek, her face serious.
“I would go anywhere, do anything as long as I have you by my side. Even join another Mafia family.”
She smiles softly at me, pressing a barely there kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I won’t make you use your vision.”
“As I recall, you have the vision too.” I nuzzle her cheek.
“Oh yeah. I don’t have the whispers anymore,” she says, peering up at me.
“I know,Ved’ma moya. But I do.”
Her eyes widen and a sad look crosses her face. I’m not sure if it’s because she doesn’t have it anymore since her soul is no longer weighed down by her curse, or if she’s sad that I still do have them.
“I’m sorry you are stuck with my curse. Gift. Whatever.”
I cradle her face in my hands, making sure she’s looking at me when I say these words. “It is my honor to carry your gift. To help you lead and to use both our gifts to help those who need us. I am your servant, La Strega.”
“No,” she says, cradling my face back, teeth clenched. “You are my right hand, Dima. The only one I want to stand beside me. There is still evil out there. Still men we need to take care of. We’ll clean up the filth from our position in the underworld. Together.”
“Together.” I smile, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss.
Her tongue licks along my bottom lip, caressing, tasting. Opening my mouth my tongue surges forward, tangling with hers in a dance where only we know the moves. I urge her onto her back, hard length pressed against her wet heat as she cradles me between her thighs.
I grind my hips into hers, stopping abruptly when the doorbell breaks through my sex hazed mind.
“No!!!!” Kristie wails. “Why does he have the shittiest clam jamming timing ever!!!”
She rolls me off her, scrambling to straighten her clothing.
“I’ll get it,” I say, rolling up, and adjusting myself so no one can see my hard cock in these ridiculous shorts Kristie has me wearing.
