Page 6 of Dima's Vision
“Yeah, that too I guess,” La Strega replies, rolling her eyes. “Although you’re still around, so the curse isn’t as powerful as they say.” She pokes her tongue out. Fucking cute as well.
The other woman smiles gently. “Or you don’t love me.”
La Strega’s confident mask falters a little before it slips back into place. “Perhaps,” she says with a flippant shrug and a cheesy grin.
I watch the exchange quietly from my position somewhere between the shadows and light. To my back is a wall, but to mine and Giuseppe’s left there is a door that would lead to his getaway. Of which I’m sure that’s where he’s heading, inching closer by the minute, using La Strega and the other woman’s conversation as a distraction. However, what he hasn’t noticed, but I have, is that the women are moving along with him. Slowlycreeping along the same path, not letting any distance come between them. It’s utterly fascinating and who I thought were just spoiled Mafia women, I have a feeling there is a lot more to them. I mean, it’s not hard to figure that out seeing as my little witch has a large gun pointed at the dead man walking. And yes, she is mine.
The two women share a look and La Strega’s face changes. Gone is her jovial manner, in its place is something colder, darker. She moves closer to Giuseppe, causing him to jerk before he starts howling.
“You fucking bitch!” he growls through clenched teeth, gripping his thigh where a small dagger is now imbedded.
“I know,” she says laughing at him before turning and winking at me. “Want to help me with this one, and I’ll help you with whoever this Glenn guy is?”
I study her beautiful face, the woman is an enigma. She not only wants to take care of this Giuseppe guy, but also help me with my target too. “Why would you want to do that?”
She glances at the woman over her shoulder before turning back to me, “What she said. Death is kinda my thing.”
La Strega
I stare up at Dima. The name suits him. It’s a hot as fuck name to go with the hot as fuck man in front of me. He’s huge, towering over me and Giuseppe, although that isn’t hard. I’m almost taller than Giuseppe and I’m only 5’2”.
I raise a brow, waiting for his answer. He’s weird, I’ll give him that, but even weird guys can be hot.
“Da,I’d like the company.”
Bubbles rise up in my belly, fizzing in excitement that not only do I get to share this with someone else, but I get to do it with a major hottie. I wonder if killing makes him horny? My gaze roams down his long body, his swimmer’s build wrapped all in black like a nice little gift, all for me. I want to moan when I get to the good part of him, the part that I can see thickening under my scrutiny.
A groan reaches my ears and my eyes snap to his bright blues, momentarily confused as to whether it was him or me that groaned.
“Well, now that business seems to be taken care of, I’m going to let myself out,” La Madrina says, a smirk on her lips.
I usually like the feel of her lips, but tonight I only have eyes for Dima’s. Thick, symmetrical, (that’s more important than people think) and surrounded by dark blonde stubble. I bet it would feel wonderful scraping my inner thighs as I ride his face.
She snorts, patting me on the shoulder as she walks past, “You deserve it, La Strega.”
My eyes snap to hers in confusion, “Deserve what?”
She leans closer, her breath ghosting over my face. “Everything that man represents. You see it as well as I do. Friendship. Loyalty. Love. You deserve that.”
I swallow. “You do too, Lucia. More than you know.” We share a long look. She may have been a lover in the past, but she’s also a dear friend. And this moment is getting too sappy. Clearing my throat, I give her a cheeky grin, “Now, get outta here before I get blood on your fancy Louboutins.” The gagging noise she makes has me giggling.
“Who is she to you?” Dima asks, head tilted, gaze intense as if he’s trying to read the secrets written on my soul. “I don’t think she’s your sister. Friend maybe?”
I watch him, mirroring his movements. There’s something about him that puts me at ease, and terrifies me in equal measure. And makes me horny. Mustn’t forget that. I guess I can throw him a bone if it means I can get into his pants later tonight. “She’s both those things and more. She’s La Madrina, the godmother of the Mancini Mafia.”
His eyes widen for a split second, before he leans to the side, looking at the door La Madrina just exited.
“Do you want to go run after her?” I bitch, shocked at the jealousy I feel. At the sour churn of my gut.
“No, she’s just older than I expected.”
I snort when his curious look morphs into shock and embarrassment, “Not that I meant it like that or anything.” He cringes, making me laugh more.
“Dude, she’s younger than I am.” I’m filled with glee as his eyes widen. I love the effect I have on him. I bet any other time he’s seen as dark, mysterious, dangerous. But here, I’m the dangerous one.
“For fuck’s sake, how much longer are you two going to flirt, my leg is fucking killing me!” Giuseppe whines, and I have to admit, I was having so much fun I had completely forgotten about the little bald loser.
I shake my head at him, “Giuseppe, are you actuallywantingto die faster or something?” I tap the barrel of the gun to my lips, loving the way Dima’s eyes flare at the movement. “How much did you pay the hitman? I need to know for market research.”
