We stood looking at each for a long moment as I studied the classically handsome features of his face. His smell was clean and fresh; I wanted to bury my face against his chest and just breathe.
“And now for the dark horse,” I said, casting my attention over to Marcell. I hadn't forgotten Vinny's scribbled note. Highly suspicious. Hmm. Now that I had more information, that could be interpreted in many different ways.
“The dark horse?” he asked, lifting his head to look at me, smiling that easy, sinful smile of his. I couldn't get over the ink on his skin, how beautiful it made his hands look, how long his fingers seemed … “How flattering, principessina. But I'm very much invested in this—as we all are. I've said it many times and I'll say it again: I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want.”
“Well, then, at least for now, I'd like you in my bed and no one else's. We can discuss changes to our arrangement later on.”
I took a sip of my drink, letting the black licorice taste of the booze taint my tongue.
“Then I suppose that's a yes from me, too,” he purred, turning over a single page and smiling wickedly as I reached out to take it from him. I tried to tell myself that it was all business in here, that there wasn't a single part of me that was simply excited, that my heart didn't flutter and skip a beat.
That my thighs didn't clench tight.
That my nipples didn't pebble to fine points.
That I didn't get unbelievably wet.
That having three fiancé—or even one fiancé—wasn't exciting.
All of those things were lies.
My fingers brushed Marcell's and I froze, like someone had pushed pause on my body. Our eyes met and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Carlo doesn't get his heroin from Turkey anymore,” he said, relinquishing the page to my control. “My family has a very close working relationship with these suppliers—he's moved to greener pastures apparently.”
“Since when?” I asked, looking at the page, the dates, trying not to think of the three friends I'd lost so many years ago. Fucking Niccolò. Maybe Caj was right … maybe did I want to watch him bleed?
Ugh.
From saving animals to killing men?
I was going to have to find a way to do what Caj was telling me—turn the underground in the direction I wanted it to go. Fuck, I could sic gangsters on all the heartless animal shelter workers I'd met over the years, the ones who stab needles of blue death into the necks of kittens and puppies and don't bat a lash.
Mm.
That wasn't a bad idea right there …
“A year or so?” Marcell said as I scanned my notes from a different life, words typed from the fingers of a girl with eyes spilling hot tears, her heart filled with rage. Three of my best friends from high school died … for nothing.
“A year or so,” I whispered, just a few months longer than my mom had been dead.
Not a coincidence.
“I see.” I tossed the page aside, finished my drink, and tried to decide how the rest of this night was going to end up.
In bed with three mafiosi?
That sounded like a good option to me.
First, I'd fuck three devilish men, trap them between my thighs, and lay my claim.
And then … then I'd deal with the rest of the world.
To Be Continued …
To Be Continued in Luxe (Mafia Queen, Book #3)
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"He was darkness, sin incarnate. I loved him anyway."
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"The Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club—a ruthless and violent group of bikers with faerie blood in their veins."
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