CHAPTER 8
There was something so fucking sexy about watching Viola as she fucked my brother a few days ago. I’ve always been into watching people because you can learn so much about them, especially when they don’t know they’re being watched.
Even though I couldn’t see Viola’s eyes, which are expressive whenever they’re locked with mine, the vision of her being lost in pleasure as she came has been burned into my mind. She had no idea I was watching, and she couldn’t see or hear the world around her. She had to put all her trust in Massimo, and she did so with abandon.
You have to admire someone who is willing to do that.
I know Massimo believes there is something more to this thing with Viola and I was already coming around to his way of thinking. Then watching them? Yeah, I’m all the way there now.
Ever since the night at Club Sin, when I had my dick down her delicate throat, watching Viola has become more than a job. It’s become my obsession.
She’s graceful in a way I didn’t allow myself to appreciate in the beginning. And now I know there’s so much more to her than she allows the world to see. After she shared some of herself with my brothers and me, I find I don’t want to stop watching her.
When she’s at home at night and I can’t have my eyes on her, I feel bereft in a way I’ve never experienced before. It makes me a little uncomfortable, but I’ve never been one to shy away from the things that make me feel butterflies or whatever girlie way this feeling is described.
I just want to be near her. Does it make any damn sense? Not at all, but I’m finding I don’t really give a fuck if it does or not.
I’ve always been one to embrace my quirks—my sense of humor, my sexual desires, my need to ferret out information, the need to watch people to understand them and then sometimes mimic them. I’m going to embrace whatever the hell is going on with Viola as well.
She spent some time today with the women of the Guidice family and Fleur. Dante’s woman, Jasmine, is pregnant and so is the woman two of Dante’s men—Tony and Zeno—have claimed. I’ve heard a lot of chatter about their woman, Posy, because Martinez had a deal with her father to marry her.
I shudder at the thought of what Posy’s life would have been like if she had ended up with Martinez. I might not like the Guidice family on principle, but I know they have respect for women, something Juan and his crew will never have.
I watched as Viola and the ladies went shopping for baby things and something stirred inside of me that I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t shake the image of Viola pregnant with our child. I’ve never considered children before, but if she was the mother? I’d be down for that, and I wouldn’t even question it.
You know the wild thing? Even though the father would, technically, only be one of us, it would really be all of us since we’re identical triplets. We’d never be able to find out who the true biological father is.
I’m not even sure why I’m having the thoughts I am right now. Probably because Viola is now in her house and safe for the night. I’m tempted to go around the block and call her to come out and see me. We could make a break for it.
I could take her back to our house.
Dinner with her was fun and relaxing in a way I haven’t experienced for a long time. Not since childhood when I was na?ve to what my father’s business dealings were all about. Before our mother passed away. Before Bella morphed into a selfish, self-centered bitch.
Those were the days.
Everything around the table felt light and Mateo didn’t even talk about business the whole time, which is the only thing he does when we do sit down to have a meal together. Which, honestly, doesn’t happen as often as it should.
The three of us share a bond that no one can really understand, just like we share our DNA. We had shared a woman, sexually before, but I had never really considered the possibility of sharing one in a relationship between the three of us. Not until Viola.
It feels like something is just right there, right within our reach. We just have to grab it.
I let out a heavy sigh and look at Viola’s place one more time before I pull away and head home. The drive is surprisingly lonely even though I’ve been alone all day already. Odd.
When I arrive at home, I’m a little surprised to find Mateo’s car waiting for me. Massimo is home as well, but that’s not unusual. To find out big brother is home and not at work has me wondering what the fuck is going on and bracing for whatever news he has for us.
He was finishing up the deal with Martinez today for the guns we bought off Nikolai Orlov. If the deal goes well, I can see this being what we need to really and truly make a name for ourselves in the circles we need to be known in. It also paints a target on our backs in a different way.
Good thing I’ve never been one to run from danger.
The moment I walk inside, there’s a tension in the air which has me grinning. I don’t know if it’s the right reaction, but it’s the one I always have when I know shit is about to hit the fan. Why fear it? Why run from it?
I’d rather take on the hard shit head on with a smile on my face. None of it matters in the end, anyway. We all live for however long we live and then we die. Might as well try and find some humor in this life and not take things too seriously.
It’s a lesson I wish Mateo would learn; the man is tightly wound.
When I walk into the living room, I find Mateo sitting in one of the club chairs, a tumbler of whiskey dangling from the tips of his fingers and his eyes intent on the gas burning fireplace. I swear the dude loves action movie villain clichés and doesn’t disappoint when it comes to them at all.
I jump in with both feet because what other choice do I have?
“All clear on the Viola front. She did some more shopping today, but this time she had Jasmine and Posy with her. They looked at a lot of baby stuff. Like a lot of baby stuff.” I flop into a chair just as Massimo comes into the room from the kitchen, probably coming to get an update on Viola. Mateo clenches his jaw as his eyes snap to mine and he downs the rest of his drink. “They had a lot more security on them today.” I shrug one shoulder. “Not surprising considering the queen was out of the castle,” I snicker.
They all know I’m talking about Dante’s wife. I know it’ll get a rise out of Mateo because he hates the notion that Dante is king which would make Jasmine queen. The woman isn’t of our world, but from what I understand, she’s taken to it as if she’s always lived it. It’s not like women are usually involved, but she’s strong and gorgeous. Seems like queen material to me.
“I think this has become more than a job for you, brother,” Mateo sneers as his eyes bore into mine.
“So?” I smirk at him, knowing full well that I’m egging him on. It’s always amused me to get under his skin and it’s become increasingly difficult to do over the years. The way the vein in his forehead starts to throb tells me I’m on the right track. “What if it is? She’s a beautiful woman. I’m not mad about having to watch her and follow her around.” My eyes cut to Massimo, and I wink at him. “You get it, right, bro?”
Massimo tenses slightly before relaxing back into the other chair which sits opposite the couch I’m now sprawled across. The same couch where he fucked Viola just a few days ago.
“She’s a job,” Mateo grits out through his teeth.
I arch an eyebrow at him and lob back, “Is she?”
Mateo narrows his eyes at me and snarls, “You know she is. She’s just someone we can use to our advantage when the time is right.”
“Seemed like a lot more to me when she was over here for dinner the other night,” Massimo tosses out.
I fight to hide my smile. Mateo is about to explode. He hates not being in control. I wonder if he feels it slipping through his fingers which is why he’s trying so hard, again, to push the narrative that Viola is just part of the game.
“That was just a means to an end,” Mateo tries to sound dismissive, but I can hear the lie in his voice. “We needed her to think we might be good guys. We’re going to need her to drop her defenses around us and it worked. She shared things with us about herself no one else knows.”
“You think you’ll be able to use the fact that she’s a graphic designer who does pretty good business against the Guidice name?” Massimo scoffs, “I don’t think so. You just wanted to get to know her better. The same way we all want to,” Massimo emphasizes his point by waving his hand between himself and me.
“No,” Mateo’s voice is hard. “I don’t give a fuck about that woman. She’s nothing to me.”
“I think you protest too much, brother,” I sing-song.
I think steam is about to come out of Mateo’s ears and I barely stop myself from guffawing at the look on his face. Oh, he’s pissed. He feels like he’s spiraling if the way he’s gripping the arm rests of the chair he’s in is any indication.
“You,” he gives me a hard look and then gives the same one to Massimo, “both, need to keep your eyes on the prize and get your heads out of that woman’s pussy.”
“Hey now,” I chuckle, “who said anything about her pussy?”
“Even though it was so damn sweet,” Massimo ribs our brother.
“She’s a fucking job,” Mateo roars as he stands up and we both shoot out of our seats along with him. Mateo gets in Massimo’s face. “You need to get over your little crush on the woman. She’s nothing to us.” He rounds on me, and I smirk at how much he’s fighting this; it’ll only make his fall that much harder when it happens. “You need to remember that she’s just a job. Let whatever obsession you’re feeling go. It’s not real.”
“Felt pretty real to me when she was gagging on my cock,” I tell him with a shrug.
Mateo runs his fingers through his hair, something he doesn’t normally do, but it’s clear he’s losing his composure.
“The deal with Martinez went off without a problem today,” Mateo informs us. “We can’t afford to be distracted. Not right now and certainly not by a woman.”
“A woman who fits between us perfectly and already knows all about our world,” Massimo’s voice hardens with his words, as if he’s trying to fight steel against steel.
He’s probably right to take that stance. Our brother doesn’t understand soft.
Our mother was the nicest person on fucking earth, and we were lucky to have her. She treated us well and coddled us when we needed it. Mateo didn’t have a problem accepting her love, but then everything changed when she passed. It was sudden—an aneurysm we didn’t see coming.
For Mateo, affection became a thing of the past.
I can only hope Viola won’t give up on our cold and stubborn brother. He needs her love more than anyone else. If he’d give her half a chance, I know she could thaw him.
“It doesn’t matter,” Mateo insists and I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince us or himself at this point. “She’s a means to an end and nothing more.”
Mateo gives Massimo a warning look and then shoots the same one at me. I know not to push him anymore. Not tonight at least. He’s at the end of his patience about this.
I think we just need a little more time. I’m not going to give up on the idea of having Viola in our lives and between us. Permanently.
By the look in Massimo’s eyes, he’s right there with me.
Mateo turns and stomps toward his room without another word.
Does he really believe the bullshit he just said? I sure as fuck don’t.