Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
SAS
After dinner, Massimo stood. “Please, enjoy the dessert and the after-dinner cordials.” He snapped his fingers to one of the wait staff. “We’ll take brandy in my office.”
I was itching to get out of here and take Adelina with me. We would get into that elevator alone and descend the floors as I fucked her brains out. Her screams would echo up, and her father dearest would hear us.
Instead, Massimo waved at Wilde to follow him, and the Prez looked at me and tipped his head.
Fuck. I was stuck at this party for longer, Adelina flittering away from me to act like a social butterfly. I should’ve left a mark on her skin to claim her as my own.
“Here.” Graff extended another glass of wine to me. “You look like you need it.”
“Why do we get the bad shit?” I took the glass of wine, anyway.
I wanted whiskey, but I would take any alcohol tonight to numb the anger, especially as Adelina kissed another man on the cheek. They laughed like old friends.
“I think this is very expensive.” Graff sipped his wine.
“It is.” A woman—no, definitely a teenager—popped up around us, beaming and fluttering her eyelashes like she was mid-seizure.
She was short but had an Italian look similar to Adelina. Regardless of her age, she carried a glass of wine too and swayed a little where she stood.
She sipped again; her teeth lined with purple as she smiled. “It’s a Bolgheri Sassicaia from our vineyard in Tuscany.”
Blah, blah, blah, her words came out as if I knew jack shit about wine. I raised my brows and lowered my chin.
“The fuck are you?” I asked.
I think it was out loud, but she didn’t seem to notice.
Swirling the liquid in her glass like an old pro, she glanced briefly at me and then strategically positioned herself to trap Graff against the wall. “Having fun?”
Graff stiffened as the girl took another step into his space. Her lips curled up in a seductive smirk, and she rolled back her shoulders, pushing out her chest.
“Who lets the child come to an adult party?” I tried to think if I had seen her at dinner, but I had been more focused on Adelina.
The girl looked over her shoulder and scoffed.
“Sas, have you met Caterina?” asked Graff, circling out from where she had him caged. “She’s Adelina’s younger sister.” The desperate look on his face appeared like an SOS.
“Her baby sister, you mean?” I took a drink of the wine and sighed.
“Hey,” Caterina protested.
“And I thought Adelina was young.” I gulped down the wine, needing the numbness rather than the sandy, bitter taste.
“Cat,” said Adelina, sauntering up to us. “You should be heading to bed.”
Caterina’s cheeks reddened, and she jutted her hip. “Why do you insist on doing this to me?”
I almost stepped up to Adelina, but my little spitfire of a fiancé took her sister by the shoulders and forcibly turned her toward the door. “Dinner was the deal, Cat.”
“Ten more minutes, Lina? Please?” her sister begged.
“Lina?” I chuckled, earning her scowl.
Adelina cut a glance up at Graff then focused on her sister again. “If you won’t go, I’ll have Mamà come take you out.”
“Really?” Cat pouted.
I pinched my lips together to trap my full belly laugh inside.
“Go,” growled Adelina.
“Ugh. You’re not that much older than me,” said Cat.
I didn’t know about the age, but they were miles apart in maturity.
“Yet you act like a fucking child,” hissed Adelina. “Do I need to get your nanny?”
Caterina rolled her eyes and then told Graff, “I don’t have a nanny.”
So that was the deal? Adelina’s little sister was crushing on Graff, and our little princess was a tad bit jelly.
“Cat, shut up and go,” snapped Adelina, forcibly walking her sister toward the door.
“Why?” asked Caterina.
“Yeah, why?” I added just to get a rise out of our princess.
Adelina spun on me, anger flashing in her eyes.
I liked that look. “Do tell.”
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she turned back to Cat. “They’re dangerous.”
Punching Graff in the shoulder, I commented, “I thought we’d been rather tame.”
“You’re marrying one,” said Cat.
“It’s arranged,” said Adelina in a low voice. “Papà is making me.”
Graff stiffened, almost looking disgusted and embarrassed, but I chuckled. Her father had made her marry one of us, sure, but what happened in the open at the club house wasn’t her father’s doing. And Adelina wanted more now.
She wanted us both.
“Maybe I’ll be next,” Caterina said.
Adelina snorted. “Papà has already traded me off. He won’t allow you to marry outside of la Famiglia.”
Caterina worked her jaw. “Not even for love.”
“Don’t be foolish,” said Adelina. “Papà doesn’t believe in love.”
Graff looked away, and I nudged him. This catfight was just getting good. Adelina didn’t pull her punches, and her younger sister was nearly in tears, Cat’s bottom lip quivering. Our little princess had a ruthless streak a mile wide.
“Look, here comes Mamà now,” said Adelina, grabbing Caterina’s arm and forcing her away from us. I laughed at their backs.
Graff shot me a look, and I said, “Don’t take this so seriously, brother.”
“You obviously don’t have siblings,” he grumbled.
Low blow. “One,” I said and plucked a flute of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.
“Well, I had many.”
“Your point?” I raised one brow.
“You don’t get in the middle of those spats, Sas.” Graff scratched the stubble on his jaw.
“Do you want to get Adelina pregnant and have her pump out all your kids? Have a big family like you did in the commune?”
Graff’s nostrils flared, and I waited. I had meant it as a joke, but maybe he did want to breed her.
I barked a single laugh. “Well, you’ve gotta wait until I’ve gotten full use of her pussy. No babies stretching it out and leaving a floppy, gaping hole.”
“Nice,” Graff said, shaking his head. “No wonder you draw in all the girls.”
I drained the champagne. “Like flies to shit.”
“It’s time,” said Wilde as he walked past us, holding a glass of amber liquid.
“Hey, where’d you get that?”
“They’re bringing it into the office,” Wilde said. “Get your ass in gear.”
I put the delicate glass down and walked after Wilde, Graff checking over his shoulder.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Prez turned to us, eyeing the capos and Mafia lining Massimo’s office. We were fucking outnumbered, but that hadn’t stopped us before. “Massimo’s ready to chat about the shipment.” said the Prez.
I rolled my eyes. “Why the fuck does Massimo have anything to say about it?”
“He’s posturing,” said Graff.
Wilde folded his thick arms over his chest. “He’s helping .”
“It’s gonna get us in trouble,” I muttered, balling my hand into a fist.
“He’s trying to get the capos and whoever else on his side,” said Wilde. “Some of Massimo’s men don’t wanna cross into another territory.”
“So we gotta prove ’em wrong.” I cracked my knuckles, liking this challenge.
“This plan could get us killed,” said Graff.
I clapped my brother on the shoulder. “Then we’re only proving Adelina right. We are dangerous.”
Ignoring my last comment, Wilde eyed the capos moving over to the opposite side of the room. It was like that stupid middle school dance my mother made me go to, but here it was Mafia on one side and MC on the other.
With Rafe in tow, Massimo entered and spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the Lucky Seven team.”
Wilde, Graff, and I exchanged looks.
Massimo said, “This is the team that will be intercepting your shipment.”
“We don’t know these guys,” said Wilde.
“Allow me to introduce them.” Massimo waved his hand as he listed off, “Sergio Pagano, Pietro Marino, Giorgio Barone. Don’t worry, they already know you.”
“What about Alessio?” asked Graff.
“He’s my enforcer. I’ll need him here.” Massimo waved off the question.
One of the Mafia men cracked their knuckles, but all of them eyed us. Suit-wearing pussies, though, didn’t make me blink. They could act tough, but they were still drinking wine and listening to piano music.
Guess I was too tonight, but it wasn’t my choice.
These guys didn’t know shit about being tough.
“How many of you were with Tommy Gambino?” asked Wilde.
Good question , I thought as I waited in the wings. Fuck the former Don who liked to use children and women as slaves. Fuck the whole ass Mafia for that shit.
Massimo circled to the back of his desk. “The Gambinos are in the past, Wilde.”
“The too goddamn recent past,” I said.
Wilde shook his head. His message came through loud and clear: this wasn’t the time for a fight.
“You’ll have three men on the mission, and I’ll have three,” said Massimo, smiling, but Rafe fixed his eyes on the carpet. “Since Rafe has one foot in the club and one in la Famiglia as well as a military background, he’ll lead the charge. Rafe?”
Slowly, he raised his head. “Yes, sir.”
I opened my jaw to speak, but Wilde threw out a hand, silencing me.
“Do you have a plan?” he asked Rafe.
“I have the beginning of one,” said Rafe, rolling back his shoulders. He spoke like he was back in the Marines now, giving a report. “We’ll go in stealth, and when we move, we’ll need to consider...”
Fuck, his plotting was boring. And uptight.
I still had the scent of Adelina in my nose. Granted, that stupid perfume her mother made her wear was there too, but scratched my upper lip just get a whiff of her pussy again.
My balls still felt tight in these awful slacks, made worse by the scent of her. Also, I could smell her perfume on my cut. How had that happened?
Not that it mattered, but it marked me as hers. The devious little princess.
What’s she doing now? I wondered.
She had towed off her sister, but did she come back? I rocked back on my heels, glancing at the crack in the door. My cock grew heavy, and I couldn’t figure out how the fuck it responded to her when she wasn’t even around? The bitch.
“That’s what I suggest,” finished Rafe. Thank fuck he was done.
“Fine,” I growled, speaking for Wilde. The Prez wasn’t going on the heist, not with his kid coming soon. I hadn’t been listening to whatever Rafe said, but it had to be fine. “Good enough. Are we done?”
My balls ached. I needed to be buried deep in Adelina.
“Agreed,” said Massimo.
That was the end of the meeting for me. I burst from the private office and scanned the living room. My nose pulled me toward Adelina. She was seated amongst some other women—her kid sister thankfully not around. I marched over and grabbed her arm. Immediately, she whipped around, her lips peeled back in a sneer. The women and men glowered at me.
“What are you doing?” demanded Adelina in a low breath.
“We’re leaving,” I growled. “Now.”
I pulled her to her feet before my cock split my pants.