Page 2 of Second in Command
I raise a single eyebrow at him as he glares at me.
“Watch your mouth, Enzo, you know better,” Leo said, testing my patience.
“Do I?” I grin.
Leo was a hothead, just like I was, and between the entire group, I just couldn't stand him. He believed that everything was supposed to go his way and that none of his actions had any consequences.
Getting him riled up would be the most entertaining part of my night.
“Enzo,” Marzo sighs, knowing what I was doing, “come on, man.”
I raise both hands, deciding to leave it alone…for now. Leo, after staring me down with a ferocious glare, turned his attention back to the clearly—high out of her mind—woman.
I’m about to head out for the night and aimlessly gaze around at the dancing couples again. Nothing interests me…until I spot a girl across the room.
My eyes focus on onlyher…
Dancing with a group of girlfriends—five of them, dressed to the nines—halter tops, disco boots, mini skirts, glitter in their hair—the works.
She notices me and doesn’t shy away. The corner of her lips lifts ever so slightly.
Ihadseen her before, I swore I knew that girl!Oh shit, it can’t be! What the fuck was she doing?!
She places her foot on a nearby table, her eyes never leaving the crowd, and her friends cheer her on, helping her onto it. Left to right, she swung her hips, lifting her skirt, enticing everyone with every sultry move. Her long brown hair whips with the flow of her body, she’s a great dancer, and she knew it…she was also a cock-tease, and she knew that as well, as men flocked around her, clapping, whistling, and cheering her on.
Francesca Donato’s wide doe eyes caught mine intensely from where she danced, and she continued to drag them along my frame. My lips part as my eyes travel down her long, toned body. I saw this woman almost every day, yet I had never . . .neverseen her in this light.
She licks her lips, and I felt like prey being stalked. The music drowns out, and all I could see was her. I couldn’t hear another word coming from the men that surrounded me. All I could see was the shiny diamond neckless around her throat, the definition of her flat stomach, and her long legs covered by her expensive Halston cocktail dress.
I raise an eyebrow as she dragged her hands along her body, her chin slightly raised. She hardly blinked, her gaze burning fire into my skin.
“What do we have here,” Leo leans forward, and I immediately grew uncomfortable. I slightly turned my head to eye him, and sure enough, his lustful eyes were on her too. In fact, dozens of male eyes were on Francesca Donato.
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Francesca curls a single finger twice,signaling her request for my presence, and my heart skips a beat. I felt reluctant to move, my legs filled with prickles, and my stomach doing somersaults.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t just sit here.
I stand, and Leo, Marzo, and Gabriele all raise their eyebrows, as I head in the opposite direction.
“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” I hear at my backside.
“Like I said,” I grunt, as I see Francesca now surrounded by adoring male fans. “I think I’ve had just enough of this.”
The men hum, returning their gazes to whatever had their attention, while my legs carry me towards the back exit.
I’m just about to push the door open when I feel a tug on my suit.
“Save me,” she says, draping a hand around my shoulder, “carry me out of here.”
My eyes drop down the length of her, she’s drop-dead gorgeous, wild, an Italian princess. Her father was Alberto Donato, second in command under Vincenzio Benedetti, theCapoof the Montagna Mafia family. I knew he spoiled his daughter to extremes, where she always got what she wanted, designer clothes, exotic cars and money to do whatever.What did she want from me?
I stare into her eyes, and without a second thought, I take her legs over my arms, and she raises her hands to wave at her giggling friends.Was this some kind of ploy?I didn’t care, cause Francesca smells amazing, like milk and honey. She was pressed against my chest while I push open the exit door with my foot, until we were outside.
“Where are we going?” I ask, walking towards the parking lot. “Is there somewhere you need to go?”
“Did you come on your own?”
