Page 6 of Game of Love
That would shut him up.
The tactic would also get rid of Mr. Green Eyes too.
I leaned forward and he thought I was going to kiss him. He actually moved in to me to receive the kiss but I slid closer to his ear.
“I don’t think your wife would like that very much,” I told him, speaking just above the mellow jazz music that filtered over the casino floor.
He pulled back. “My wife? I don’t have a wife.”
I chuckled and stared him deeply in the eyes. “Your ring finger gives you away. I don’t hook up with married men.”
The asshole smiled and gave me a purely sexual look. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and what happens in Vegas, stays there.”
I shook my head in a cool calm manner and ran my fingers over his chest.
“I don’t think so. I don’t like the idea of being a side piece, and my father taught me to be second to none.”
“Your father?”
I looked in the direction Pa had gone. He was walking past a roulette table and one of the croupiers was setting out the cards.
The minute Pa looked over to me and nodded I waved and Mr. Green Eyes went rigid.
I looked back to him and saw he wasn’t just rigid but he had the fear of God in his eyes.
It was the reaction I got from most men who knew who my father was. Being the daughter of a mob boss had its perks when I wanted them. It got rid of people without further ado. Mostly, they didn’t want to end up dead.
“My father.” I flicked my hand motioning over to Pa like it was nothing.
“Ohh...” Mr. Green Eyes stuttered. “Giovanni Marchesi is your father?”
Like I knew he would, Pa made his way over to me. One arm placed around my shoulder gave Mr. Green Eyes his answer.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile.
His breath hitched.
“Everything okay hereBellezza?” Pa planted a kiss on my forehead and looked at Mr. Green Eyes who nodded slowly. He always gave me the traditional endearment bellezza either when he wanted to be subtle or make a point. Tonight he was being subtle for Mr. Green Eyes sake because he was a customer and Pa wasn’t sure yet if he was a threat to me or not.
The scrutinized look Pa gave him told me he was definitely summing the guy up and his gaze landed on his ring finger also.
Mr. Green Eyes noticed straightaway that Pa was looking at his finger and swallowed hard. “Yes. I mean, yes Sir. Everything is fine. I was just leaving.”
Before either of us could say anything further he scurried away like a rat leaving us.
Good.
Now if I had liked him I wouldn’t have told him who I was. And, I suppose if I had been the kind of girl not to care about the sanctity of marriage I would have gone with him to wherever without another thought.
“Jia, you know I don’t like you coming down here on the floor,” Pa chided.
I looked up at him and he released me. “Pa, if you insist on me being here under this stupid persona of managing the place, then I’m coming down here.”
The title he’d given me was floor manager, except I didn’t do anything.
I didn’t have to do anything. It was an attempt to give me something that sounded important. I knew that all too well.
He’d been doing it for the last few years. Just giving me things, giving me everything so I’d stay under his wing.
