Wolfe
Leo was too fucked up to leave after the fun, so we crashed at a hotel and left in the morning. He drank a full glass of water and popped a couple of pills then leaned against the window with heavily lidded eyes. His phone vibrated in his pocket a couple of times, but he ignored it.
“Maybe you should get that,” I said as I kept one hand on the wheel.
“It’s my dad.”
“Then you should definitely get that.”
“I’ve still got a headache.”
My phone started to ring next, so I retrieved it from my pocket, saw the don’s name, and answered it.
“Have you heard from my son?” he immediately barked.
Leo gave a quiet sigh in annoyance.
“Yeah, he’s with me in the vehicle. We’ll be there in an hour.”
He didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t verbalize his annoyance. “We’ve got a lot of shit to do today.” Then he hung up.
“What do we have to do today?”
Leo gave a loud groan. “I forgot about the shipment from customs.”
“That’s today? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because we were all balls deep in pussy.”
Not me. I had to sit there and play cards with a sex worker, when I could have been home with the woman of my fucking dreams. What a goddamn waste of a night. I’d taken a shower at the hotel, but I still reeked of sex.
An hour later, we pulled past the gate and onto the vineyard. I left the car outside the house instead of pulling around to the parking lot because I wasn’t sure if Leo could walk that far with his killer migraine.
I didn’t realize pussy could cause migraines.
We headed inside to the don’s office, and I was in the same clothes I’d worn the night before. So if Francesca were there, she would know I never went home last night. Not a good look for me.
We stepped inside, Don Mancini leaning against the desk with Elio in the armchair. Andre was there too, like he’d headed back sometime last night. And on the couch sat Francesca, beautiful like a cold morning in her black top and skintight jeans.
I tried not to stare, but I caught her looking at me, and there was a flash of reaction.
Like she recognized my clothes from yesterday.
Leo slowly lowered himself into the armchair and groaned like an old man.
I sat at the edge of the other couch.
Don Mancini stared at Leo with a fierce disappointment. “Have fun last night?”
Leo rubbed his temple before he released a sigh.
“You have your fun between working hours. You don’t show up hungover.” Don Mancini continued to grill his son. “We have shit to do every single fucking day. We can’t afford to have a man on the crew barely able to stand.”
Leo continued to keep his eyes averted and let his father eviscerate him.
“You couldn’t find fifteen minutes to shower before you walked in here?” he barked. “You smell like dirty pussy.” He pushed off the desk with his hips. “Get your shit together. We leave in fifteen minutes.” He walked out, and Elio left the room with him.
Francesca stared at her brother for a while before she shifted her gaze to me.
All I could do was stare at her. Couldn’t explain myself at all, not in front of Andre and Leo.
“You were with her all night?” Andre asked. “Man, you must be broke.”
“I’m broke because I had to pay for Wolfe’s girl too,” Leo snapped.
Oh shit.
It took Francesca a second to understand what he said, but once the message settled, she gave me this look…like she was about to unleash a fiery hell upon us all. Daggers were in her eyes, and she looked like she might pull a gun on me and shoot me right between the eyes.
I should be terrified, but it was hard not to be turned on by how pissed off she was.
I’d never seen her look so mad and so beautiful at the same time.
I knew I was a complete dick for feeling this way, but I loved how devastated she was.
I knew she was into me, but it was the first time she’d put her cards on the table, put her feelings on a sign that was easy for me to read.
She was fucking mad as hell.
Don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile…
I felt my jaw work because I wanted to grin wide in sick pleasure, and I had to use all my control to maintain a blank stare as I watched her breathe flames all over me. She didn’t blink once as she stared me down, and if she had a knife in her hand, she might carve my heart out of my chest.
I’d never wanted to fuck her more.
She suddenly rose from the couch and walked off, strutting out of there at full speed, her swinging hips acting like wrecking balls of attitude. She burned hotter than the center of Mount Etna.
I sat there for a second and tried to act as if nothing had transpired.
“You really should shower, Leo. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.
” Then I casually left the office and made my way into the hallway.
I knew she would go downstairs to her office, so that was where I headed, descending to the second floor and then walking through the open door.
She was waiting for me, and she pounced like a jungle cat.
Slapped me so fucking hard I actually stumbled back a step or two.
Cristo, I might have to bend her over the desk and fuck her right on the spot.
She was on me again, and I could have easily grabbed her wrist and stopped her, but I was a sick bastard who loved this shit.
I loved how furious she was at the thought of someone else riding my dick.
Her palm hit my cheek again, hitting me so hard, I had no doubt there would be a red mark for the rest of the day.
My dick was so hard right now.
She hit me again but didn’t say a word, probably because she didn’t want anyone in the hallway to overhear our fight, even though there was no way they hadn’t heard the loud smack of her palm against my cheek.
After she landed her third hit, she finally took a step back…and her green eyes were rimmed with tears. Tears that started to grow until they overwhelmed her bottom lids and streaked down her cheeks.
With a white-hot burning cheek, I stared at her, so fucking hard I might break the zipper in my jeans.
I was the biggest asshole in the world for enjoying the sight of her crying over me, but I wasn’t sorry about it.
“Oh baby, you’re killing me.” What I wouldn’t give to be alone with her right now, to fuck her so hard she screamed my name.
“That’s all you have to say to me?”
I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice. “Leo insisted I get a girl and he wouldn’t let up, so I had to go with it. He’s been asking a lot of questions about my personal life lately, so I told him I wasn’t seeing anyone so he wouldn’t connect the dots.”
“So you fucked a whore—”
“I don’t like that word,” I said, thinking of my mom, who’d been called that all her adult life. “And no, I didn’t fuck anyone. We played cards for a couple of hours until Leo was finally done getting his jollies.”
“Cards?” She said it with complete skepticism. “You were alone with a naked woman for hours, and all you did was play cards?”
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and pulled up the video. “Yes.” I hit play and then dragged my finger across the bottom of the screen, showing the two of us playing Go Fish for two and a half hours. “And she wasn’t naked.”
The venom in her eyes started to fade when the evidence was irrefutable.
I slid the phone back into my pocket. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed every second of this.” I cupped her cheek, and I swiped away a tear that had stuck to her skin. My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed the other one off her cheek.
She suddenly shoved me in the chest, probably embarrassed by the way she’d overreacted. “Fuck you.”
The smirk moved over my lips. “Like I’d ever fuck this up, baby.”
She leaned against her desk and crossed her arms over her chest before she wiped her face with the back of her forearm, trying to hide the evidence of her heartbreak.
“I would never fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her eyes immediately averted, like she wasn’t ready to let go of her rage.
“We went to a couple bars, women hit on me, but I was quiet and rude until they finally gave up. It was a long, boring night. All I did was sit there and check my watch to see how much longer I had to suffer before going home to my woman. Just a month ago, I was doing that sort of thing several times a week, and now it feels like ancient history.”
She still wouldn’t look at me, but her breathing was still deep, like the adrenaline continued to be potent in her blood.
“I’ve got to get downstairs before your father loses his shit.” I walked back to her and grabbed her face with my hands. “I’ll see you at home later.” I gave her a quick kiss then moved away to leave.
But she grabbed me by the front of the shirt and tugged me back until her lips landed on mine. She kissed me as she cupped the back of my head, her other hand palming my chest, kissing me so fucking hard.
I was all over her, hooking my arm around the small of her back and pulling her in tightly, my hand diving into her curtain of dark hair, pushing her up against the desk and not giving a damn who walked in—even her father.
She finally let me go.
I couldn’t control the smirk that crept over my mouth, the way I had this woman in the palm of my hand, just the way she had me hooked around her finger. “Is this still going too fast?”
Her eyes turned angry but in a playful way, knowing full well I was mocking her for what she’d said in the past.
I smacked her ass before I turned away. “Didn’t think so.”