Page 32 of The Mafia's Captive

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly. Memories. A souvenir. But I can’t tell her that. There’s a soft breathlessness in her voice that makes me want to kiss her. “Collateral,” I grunt. When I’m done, I throw the phone onto the table next to her. “For our new agreement.”

“I won’t renege.”

“I can’t trust a thief.”

She puffs. “Of course.”

“Now, get off my table and clean yourself.” I nod to the door on the left behind me. “Bathroom’s that way.”

Whatever orgasm afterglow she had is hastening away. Her usual cynical mask replaces her smile as she slips off the table. “You’re a piece of shit,” she says, walking away.

“Careful. You don’t want me changing my mind.” I can’t help it. She gave me the best blowjob ever, and she’s currently rocking my world on its axis. Assholeness is the only thing I can grab on to.

I make quick work of cleaning up myself and righting the office while she’s in the bathroom. By the time she comes out, I’m sitting behind my desk and have gotten some of my self-control back. Or at the very least, the veneer of it.

“Where’s my underwear?” She looks around and under the boardroom table.

“They're ruined. You can go back to work without them. Every time you feel air brushing your clit, I want you to think of what brought you to that state.”

She glares at me and then gives me the middle finger. I howl with laughter as I watch her strut out. She doesn’t need to know that I have them in my drawer and might stroke myself with them later.

♠

I’m still under the haze of the amazing blowjob I received earlier when the next meeting comes along. Nico and Rico are here and they’re updating me on their meeting with a new arms dealer they’ve found. It’s difficult to concentrate. Between replaying the earlier encounter, details slip in and out. One thing is true about Corina; she’s amazing. There is an artlessness about her that makes me doubt if she’s a pro, but she did it with such enthusiasm that over and above compensated for any lack of experience. No wonder that ex-boyfriend of hers went a little crazy after they broke up. From the new information Sal gave me, she was right. They broke up, but her boyfriend had been stalking her without her knowledge. I make a mental note to put a stop to that.

Which makes me wonder if she truly is Saccone’s plant. And if she’s not, then it’s someone I don’t yet know. There was also a third option, but it’s impossible based on the current information. Whatever she is, whoever she is, I’m going to make sure I enjoy every bit of her. Come to think of it, fucking her until I’m tired of her would be the perfect revenge.

“Are you even listening?” I look away from the window to Rico. He seems a little pissed off. “Yes I am. You found a Tuscan willing to sell us guns.”

“What’s got your attention? You’re rarely this scatterbrained,” Nico says.

“Nothing. I was listening.” Something outside the window catches my gaze and I turn back to it. My gaze zones in on Corina. Her table is full, and she looks professional as she sits straight and deals cards. She looks like an ice princess. Stoic and unapproachable. You wouldn’t think she came apart on the table across the room.

Nico’s gaze follows mine. “Oh. Now I see why you’ve been obsessed with watching over your empire lately. It’s not the empire you’re concerned with, it's the princess in the middle.”

“Is there anything else? How much ammo are we going to get?”

“Are you sure you two aren’t together? Everything else says otherwise.”

“No. The ammo?”

Nico mumbles something under his breath, but returns to the topic of the meeting. I try to wipe her away from my mind and concentrate. “I trust you’re on top of this. Is the guy reliable?”

Rico nods. “Vannucci. He’s Dad’s old friend. His business has been struggling for some time, but he’s got it back on track.”

“Silva was Dad’s friend. Besides we can’t merge with Vannucci. He’s an enemy.” Vannucci is an old friend turned enemy of Dad. They fought over territory which Dad won resulting in Vannucci going back to Italy a wounded puppy.

“True. But this guy needs us more than we do him. But you’re right we shouldn’t trust him so he proposed a way to seal the deal.”

“Which is?”

“One of us marry his daughter.”

“I hope you didn’t suggest I will agree to such a thing.”

“No. But he liked the idea of Gio being his son in law.”

Well, that throws a wrench into things. I can’t imagine Gio sacrificing his independence and love for women for an arranged marriage. “What does Gio think about it?”

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