12. Chapter Twelve #2
Illayana was well on the way to achieving that already. She’d told me at Arturo’s party how she had to punish several soldiers for disrespecting her. A punch to the face here, a well placed kick there. As Mrs Don, she had the authority to do that.
“Having a man jump to my defense every time someone insults me undoes all the hard work Illayana is trying to do,” I finished, putting my iPad in my handbag and draping it over my shoulder.
“Okay, I see your point.” Vincenzo opened the wide double doors of the interrogation room and led us out. “What are your thoughts on him anyway? Rocco? Do you think he could be working against us?”
“No.” That, I was confident in. “He cares too much about the Cosa Nostra to ever do anything harmful to it. But, he’s definitely hiding something.”
“Really? Like what?”
“I don’t know. He’s hiding it.”
Vincenzo looked to Nikolai as he walked us down the hallway towards the front door. “Do you agree?”
“Yes,” was all he replied with.
Vincenzo paused in the foyer, waiting as if he expected Nikolai to say more. When he didn’t, Vincenzo shook his head. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
“Depends who I’m talking to,” Nikolai grunted.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” he laughed softly.
Nikolai didn’t bother talking to people he didn’t like. He would reply with the basics: “Yes.” “No.” “Fuck off.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll grow to like me.”
“I highly doubt it,” Nikolai replied plainly, his face conveying his absolute boredom with the entire conversation.
“You will. Everybody does,” he winked. “Come on, I’ll walk you guys out,” he said, heading towards the door.
“Actually, Illayana asked me to grab something from her room.” I put on a bright smile, acting completely innocent. Nikolai glanced at me. His face didn’t change, staying exactly the same, but I could see the questioning look in his gaze.
Vincenzo didn’t suspect a thing, shrugging a shoulder.
“Whatever. I’ll show you where it is.” He led Nikolai and I up the circular staircase until we reached the top floor, stopping in front of a set of double doors.
“This is their room. Just don’t touch any of Arturo’s shit.
He gets pissy about that kind of thing.”
“Got it. We’ll meet you downstairs.”
Vincenzo frowned slightly. I kept the smile on my face and he eventually shrugged, walking off. My smile dropped the second he stepped out of view. I gripped Nikolai’s hand, rushing back towards the stairs. “Come on.”
“What are you—”
“Shh.” I peeked over the railing, just catching a glimpse of Vincenzo stepping off the last stair and into the foyer.
Taking light, quick steps, I raced down to the second floor, dragging Nikolai behind me.
I turned right, went straight to the third bedroom and rushed inside, closing the door behind me.
“Quick, find the light switch.” I felt along the wall when light suddenly flooded the room.
“There. Now will you tell me what’s going on?” Nikolai asked, hands on his hips.
“No time. Just keep watch.” Blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light, I looked around the room.
It was as grand as you’d expect from the Don of the Cosa Nostra: four-poster bed, ornate gold oil paintings on the walls, expensive mahogany furnishings.
There were slight feminine touches, which reassured me that I was in the right room: make-up on the dresser, heels on the floor, pink clothes on the bed.
There were only two women staying in that house, so I was fairly confident I was in the right place. But just in case, I did a more thorough check. Any doubt was squashed when I glimpsed the photo frame sitting on one of the bedside tables. A photo of Gabriella with her parents. Gotcha, bitch.
I reached into my handbag and pulled out a pair of black latex gloves, snapping them on. I pulled out the small ziploc bag holding the leaves of poison ivy next, carefully taking them out.
Nikolai watched me with calculating eyes as I moved about the room, rubbing the poison ivy onto everything I could. I lifted up the blankets, smearing it into the sheets.
The pillow was next, and then I moved onto the dresser, opening the first drawer. It was filled with lacy underwear and bras. Perfect. Taking them out one by one, I ran the poison ivy through the inseam of each undergarment.
That evil, vindictive side of me reared its beautiful head, making me feel all giddy inside.
This will teach you to flirt with my best friend's husband, you bitch. I loved a little payback.
“Tati,” Nikolai hissed, his ear pressed against the door. “Someone’s coming.”
Fuck.
I shut the drawer and quickly put the poison ivy back into the ziploc bag.
Rushing to Nikolai’s side, I took off the gloves and stuffed them into my handbag.
The click-clack of high heels was unmistakable.
We were going to get busted. An idea popped into my head, and before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, I gripped Nikolai by the lapels of his suit jacket and slammed him up against the wall, sealing my lips to his.
He didn’t miss a beat, kissing me back with earnestness, as if this had been our plan all along—to find a room to fuck in.
His hands moved down and grabbed my ass tightly, squeezing with just enough pressure to make it sting.
Then he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him.
A deep, masculine groan rumbled down his throat, one that set my pussy on fire.
God, he tastes so good.
His tongue was soft and he moved it well, like he was trying to fucking devour me.
One touch was all it took. It was like throwing kerosene onto a fire. We were going at each other as if it was the very first time. Biting. Kissing. Fucking dry-humping, rubbing up and down.
I was vaguely aware of the door opening. To be honest, I should have been paying more attention, considering we were just doing this as a cover. But the moment his lips touched mine, all thoughts just vanished from my mind. All I could focus on was his body against mine.
“Ahhh! Who the fuck are you?!” the shrill voice of Arturo’s ex screamed.
Nikolai and I didn’t stop, ignoring her completely. I’d like to say it was to sell the ruse, but that’d be a bold face lie.
It was because I didn’t want to stop.
Our kiss turned feral, our teeth clashing, hands digging deep into each other’s skin. My skirt was stretched up and I was wearing the thinnest thong I owned, so I could feel everything as Nikolai moved me, making me grind my pussy down against his hard stomach.
“Fuck,” I moaned into his mouth. Pleasure zinged up my spine.
“What the hell are you doing in here?!”
Nikolai ripped his mouth away and I literally whined, trying to bring his lips back to mine. “What the fuck does it look like?” he snarled, glaring at Gabriella.
She took a step back at his viciousness, visibly scared. It turned me on even more. I loved it when he got all growly.
He kissed up my neck, biting and nibbling at my skin. “Stay and watch if you want. Tati doesn’t mind, do you, love?”
Gabriella gasped in outrage, her face turning bright red.
I laughed. “You think Mrs Vanilla over here could handle watching us?” I moved my hips faster and didn’t even try to fight the moan falling from my lips.
“Get out of my room!” she yelled.
“We’re borrowing it right now. Can you come back later?”
Vincenzo stepped into view, shocked as all hell to see what was going on.
“Vinny! Look what they’re doing! Stop them!”
“Uh—” he was confused, that was blatantly obvious. Confused how we ended up in Gabriella’s room when he took us to Illayana’s. “Right. Come on, you two. I’ll find another room for you to fornicate in.”
“But this one has an audience,” I whined, dropping my feet back to the ground.
“You’re disgusting,” Gabriella hissed.
“I’m already angry you interrupted us,” Nikoali growled. “Don’t test me by insulting my woman.”
“It’s my bedroom!”
“There, there, darling. It’s alright.” I patted Nikolai on the chest and then interlocked our fingers, leading him away. “You know where to find us if you want to learn a thing or two,” I winked, walking out, followed by Nikolai and Vincenzo.
Gabriella slammed the door shut behind us.
There was a moment of silence and then I burst into laughter. Nikoali chuckled softly, which was about the equivalent of a fit of giggles from him.
“Do I even want to know what you two were really doing in there?” Vincenzo asked, raising his brows.
“Nope. You don’t wanna know.”
“Didn’t think so,” he laughed softly. “ I don’t like her anyway, so it's no sweat off my back. Neither does Arturo. He was about to get rid of her but Illayana told him not to.”
“Really? Why?”
“No idea. Something about how she’s got something planned for her.
I dunno. Come on, let’s go. I’ll personally escort you to your car, since the two of you clearly can’t be trusted roaming the house on your own.
Wouldn’t want Arturo to come home and see you guys fucking on the stairs.
I wouldn’t mind the show though,” he winked.