Page 84 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
“No hay un look definido. Simplemente haz tu magia. Si hay un tema en particular que les gusta a las otras chicas, sigue ese ejemplo. (No certain look. Just do your magic. If there is a certain theme the other ladies are in, go with that).
All three men’s eyes bulged in amusement.
“Ohh! To be a fly on the wall when you two tangle. There is nothing like a man who can speak your native tongue. Makes a girl wonder what else he can do with that tongue.” Bruno fanned before dropping his smile. “No disrespect to you, Mr. Cuppacio. We are just having girl talk.”
Shaking my head, I left them to do what I'd paid them for. Hopefully, they could get the shit done in three hours because punctuality was a non-negotiable of mine.
I’d been dressedfor about an hour when Chimo poked his head out of the guest room and said Solana needed some feminine products. Looking at him as if he had two heads, I nodded and made my way to the market outside the neighborhood entrance. The guest room she was in had feminine products for Solana, so I was confused about needing to get more. It had only been about two weeks since she arrived, so I knew there was no wayshe’d used all the items the housekeeper had stocked in the vanity.
Making it to the market, I hopped out of my truck, being sure not to wrinkle my fit. My family loved to knit-pick about shit as if we weren’t wearing bullshit just two years ago. Browsing the numerous options and not knowing which brand she preferred, I grabbed four brands of pads and three brands of tampons before I checked out and headed back to the house. Sitting it all at the guest room door, I knocked, then walked away.
Another twenty minutes had passed when I reemerged from my office. Instead of going to the guest room to see what the fuck was taking the three stooges so long, I stepped outside to take a few phone calls while toking on a blunt. For the car we were taking tonight, I had banned smoking in it. With its six-figure price tag, I wanted to keep the new car smell for as long as I could. My truck was my everyday vehicle, but occasionally, I liked to take the luxurious route. The four cars that took up space in my garage didn't get nearly enough drive time. I may have bought them on impulse just because I could, but tonight was the Maybach’s turn, where her tires would become one with the streets of Jagoda Bay.
Taking one last pull from the blunt, I put it out using the chrome cigarette snuffer I kept on me when I went out. Most people who carried these were cigarette smokers, but the fancy-ass tool had only been in use for my blunts. Reaching into the pocket of my slacks, I pulled out a mint and popped it in my mouth. I didn't want to smell like outside, so I made my way to the Maybach, and before I could even open the door, the clacking of heels had me pausing in my stride.
I had to do a double-take.
The first thing I noticed was her hair. It had been a pile of kinks before I braided it, and when I first met her, it had been bone straight. Today, though, it wasn't straightened to resemblesilk. I didn't know what they’d done, but thick, coarse spiral coils framed her face and ended just below her shoulders. The curls were voluptuous but complemented her face well.
Her face.
Her face had been made up flawlessly. Whatever products they used must’ve cost a fortune because you couldn't tell where the makeup ended or began. Even her neck blended seamlessly into the glamorous makeup. The dress she was wearing should’ve been reserved for her fiancé’s eyes only, and had he been here, he surely would’ve told her to change. It was sleeveless, and judging by the way it wrapped around the base of her neck, it had to be backless. It didn't show much cleavage, but the little black dress stopped right at the bend of her hips, making her legs look endless.
The strappy tortoise heels on her petite feet were simple—red bottoms but nothing too crazy. It didn't matter, though; the red French tips on her toes didn't need much distraction for they were perfect. The clutch in her hands matched her toes and paired with the heels, giving the dress a pop of color. Her lips were glossy and painted red, and the cat-like lashes waving at me made her look like a seductress. Just from her appearance, one wouldn't know she slept all day, didn't clean up behind herself, cried from walking on the treadmill, and was a certified party girl. She cleaned up nice as fuck. She cleaned up like a fucking wife—a badass wife that made other husbands despise the one they had at home, but a wife nonetheless.
“Hola,” she spoke with a grin.
Rounding the car, I caught a whiff of her perfume, which was more of a rich, evening scent than something dainty. Still, it smelled damn good coming off her skin. I opened the car door for her and waited until she took those few steps to get into the passenger seat. Because I was a gentleman, I didn’t look at her ass—at least, I didn’t let my eyes dawdle on her ass. She was hereto be trained for the next man, and even though I didn't know why her dad thought it was a good idea for me to be her etiquette teacher, I was going to let this shit play out.
“Thank you for the sanitary napkins, Shio. I knew my womanly was due soon, but wasn’t expecting it to start today,” she turned and stated before sliding into the car.
“No problem. Sorry there wasn’t anything in the bathroom for you to handle your business.”
She shook her head. “No, there was… just nothingIcould use.”
Instead of asking more questions, I closed the door and rounded the car. I hopped into the driver's seat, and the new car smell and her perfume blending together greeted me as soon as my back hit the leather.
“You’re going to just leave them—the glam guys there?” she asked as I reversed.
“Don’t I just leave you there?”
I watched the side of her face as I waited for her to answer. Putting the car in drive, I glided through the neighborhood.
“Well… yes.”
“Okay, then. I’ve known them far longer than I've known you. They’ll lock up when they pack up.”
Her lips turned up over her nose. “How do you have them on speed dial anyway? Do you use them for all the women you pleasure?”
“How do I use them for all the women I pleasure when I’m not pleasuring you, Solana?”
Her mouth opened, then shut. I could have given her an explanation of how I had their contact information, but she was only here temporarily. The less she knew about our lives, the better. In a short bit, she’d be back in Mexico, never to be seen or heard from again.
Thumbing the dial on the steering wheel, HER blasted through the speakers. She was one of my favorite singers. Her voice was not only smooth but soulful and emotive. I couldn't wait until she dropped some new shit, but for now, her old hits would do. She was ahead of her time and deserved all of the Grammy awards she’d racked up over the course of her career.
Solana hadn’t given me a response to the question I’d asked. Instead, she sat pretty as a pansy to the right of me with her natural pouty lips puckering while gazing at the passing trees. We’d made it through the gates of my subdivision and were now on the E-Way. She was trying to fake an attitude, but it was easy to spot the delirium in her stance.
“You’ve really never been to America before, hunh?”
