Chapter 20
“ O n your fucking knees.”
How he’s instantly hard again, I have no idea. But any chance to have this gorgeous cock in my mouth, I’m going to take it. This isn’t a punishment; it’s a reward. I guess he likes being called “daddy” by his little brat.
It doesn’t take long before he’s fisting my hair, and I’m swallowing his cum as he grunts out my praises. Helping me stand, he just looks at me for a moment before licking a bead of cum running from the side of my mouth. He sucks on my bottom lip and gives me a quick swipe of his tongue before I pull away with a giggle.
He’s acting like a teenage boy who came in his pants after copping his first feel.
“Now, get out so I can freshen up. I totally look like I just got my brains fucked out in the bathroom.”
Enzo’s smile could brighten any of my darkest days, and I can’t help but stare at him when he does it. “You totally did just get your brains fucked out in the bathroom.”
“Yeah, I did.” I grab his hip and lean up to kiss him. “And it was some good dick too.” I lick his bottom lip, and he groans, rolling his head back and closing his eyes.
“Please, can we just go home? We have so much more fucking each other’s brains out to do.”
It makes me chuckle, and my stomach does somersaults.
“No, I’m hungry. So, feed me.” I pause, realizing my mistake. “Something other than your dick. And your fingers,” I quickly add, making him resign. “Food, then fucking.”
“Fine.” He kisses the tip of my nose and steps toward the locked door.
I’m sure there’s a line a mile long of poor old ladies nearly wetting their panty liners, waiting to use the bathroom.
Sure enough, Enzo leaves, and within a minute, an older woman comes in as well. I catch her eye in the mirror and give her a courteous smile and a nod. It must smell like sex in here. There’s no mistaking what just went down, but she’s a lady, and we both act like everything is normal.
I’m fixing my makeup when she exits the bathroom stall to wash her hands, and I remember who she is: the wife of the first asshat who danced with me, Mr. Moretti.
“Hi, Marie, my name is Marie too.” I break the silence with something polite.
“Oh, my name is not Marie.” She answers, her old age making her voice shake. “I’m Eloise. Pleased to meet you.”
“I apologize. I could have sworn Mr. Moretti said his ‘lovely wife’s name is Marie.’” I mock his tone, and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Ah, his first wife. He always preferred her over me.”
Great, now I’m the asshole.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I instantly feel bad for her. That must feel horrible, knowing your husband still loves his first wife. “May I ask what happened to her?”
“It’s rather tragic. But he had a debt he couldn’t pay.”
Oh my God.
“She paid it for him, with her life.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah, holy shit is right. My father was a hard boss, but in some territories, you have to be.” She takes out a cigarette from a silver case and closes it. She clicks a button, and a small flame from one of the case’s corners lights it for her. She releases a plume toward the ceiling. “Then I was his second punishment. He had to marry me to show his loyalty and all. Provide an heir, all that jazz. Except the bastard is impotent.”
I gasp. This old lady is a riot, and it gives me an idea. “He tried to hook me up with his son, though.”
“His wife stepped out on him. There was a rumor the child belonged to Caputo.”
My heart skips a beat at the mention of my father, then rushes forward again.
“But it wasn’t. Us ladies talk. We know who’s fucking who, so we don’t cross each other… most of the time.” She winks. “She was having an affair with one of the lower-level members of her father’s crew. Moretti just can’t admit that because then everyone will know he has a limp dick.”
It makes me snort.
“So, did this Caputo guy ever get in trouble with his wife over the rumor?” I ask, fishing for information.
“Oh, he was a widower by that point.” She looks off thoughtfully. “Or maybe he was on his second wife? I can’t keep them all straight.”
“How did his wife die? Was she also killed, you know…” I run my thumb across my neck as if slicing it. “…to pay a debt?”
“No, that was a tragic time for the families. Stella Caputo was very loved. Died in a freak boating accident. Terrible.”
She looks off as if remembering her, and I find myself wanting to ask more. I never knew she was so loved by the other families. My father was beyond heartbroken over it, but hearing this, she must have truly been amazing. It makes me want to find out more about her now.
Perhaps if I can get Luca talking to me again, he can help me uncover some things.
“There was never any suspicion around the boating accident, though?” I try to keep my voice even as I pretend to clean up nonexistent lip gloss.
“No one would dare step against the Capo.” She shakes her head with conviction.
“What does that mean?” I play dumb to keep her talking.
“The boss. The boss of bosses. He is the family leader of all the Italian families. It would be suicide.”
“Well, I did hear some gossip about the Caputo’s.” I lower my tone, even though it’s just us in here. “I heard Caputo had a daughter that someone put a hit on. Maybe they already got her mom, and she was next?”
“That poor girl.” Eloise looks truly ashen now. “So many of us regret we couldn’t step in and help her.”
“What do you mean?”
I may pass out depending on her answer—or have a fucking heart attack, because I swear my heart has never beat faster in my entire life.
“If we could have taken her, raised her, so many of us would have. But Caputo wouldn’t hear of it. He was the one putting hits out on his own daughter.”
I try to mask my horror, but I’m not pulling it off well because Eloise puts her hand over mine on the counter.
“Why on earth would he do that to his own daughter?”
She smiles with sympathy, hopefully feeling sorry for my ignorance and not because she somehow recognizes me.
“Her mother’s inheritance, my dear. He couldn’t collect it for himself if he killed her.” Eloise taps her cigarette ash into the sink and wets it to put it out. “He needed it to look like an accident.”
Just like… a boating accident.