“Come on,” she said playfully, flirting. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you since I arrived in Wyoming. I’ve been looking for a little fun.” She winked again.
“You can keep looking,” I said, about to walk off.
She held tighter to my arm.
My eyes crashed with my Annie’s. Hers were narrowed, and her lips were pinched. She handed her beer to a woman next to her. The woman with my arm in a strangle hold connected the dots—my eyes on Sistine, and Sistine’s fiery eyes on her.
She exploded with laughter. “This must be a joke! Atta’s little cousin from Italy?Pah-lease. You’d break her in two!”
Sistine wasn’t charging, but the fire in her eyes was deadly.
“If I were you,” I said in a low voice, “I’d let me go.”
She laughed again.
“Hi,” Sistine said to Atta’s attendant, or whoever the fuck she was, when she was next to me.
While her attention was on Sistine, I removed my arm from her grip, moving closer to Sistine. She might have looked innocent, except for those fiery eyes that connected to her spirit, but except for those closest to her, I doubted anyone would suspect what she could do with a gun. Hit a man from across a field right where she had aimed. Her eyes were aimed at the assistant. I wasn’t sure if I could catch her before she swung on this woman.
“Atta’s little—” the assistant started.
“You seem to have something in your eye,” Sistine said, narrowing hers on the assistant’s, like she was checking her for something. “Perhaps a bug. Let me help you with that.”
Sistine’s arm shot out, and before I could pull her away, her fist contacted the assistant’s eye. The woman screeched, then went after Sistine, but I had wrapped my arm around Sistine’s waist, hauling her back. Remo grabbed the assistant. The assistant was screaming about how she was going to sue Sistine. Sistine was shouting at her in Italian, insults that would go down in the fucking books.
“Try to wink again!” Sistine said in English.
The assistant winked at me with the other eye.
I had to tighten my grip on Sistine. She was wiggling, trying to get me to release my hold, while she was screaming more Italian insults.
“Still,” I whispered in her ear. “Still yourself, my Annie.”
She took a deep breath, her hands still in the position to try to remove my grip, but she was still. Panting, but still. I walked her to where her cousin was standing, knowing she might be in control of herself, but her temper was still hot.
“Wash your arm!” Sistine shouted.
And…there it was.
“Consider it fucking done,” I said, setting my lips against her neck, placing a soft kiss over her pulse.
She took a deep breath, then nodded.
Angelo and Marciano grinned at me.
I shot them bothfuck youlooks.
Marciano started laughing, the sound low and raspy. “Way to go, Spicy Sis.” He held his hand up for a high five.
She eyed him with fire until she realized he wasn’t fucking with her. She raised her palm and slapped his.
He pretended it hurt and shook it out. “Fuck me,” he said. “You have weight to that five.”
Everyone started laughing, even Atta.
“What happened?” Atta asked, fixing Sistine’s hair while I looked over her knuckles.
Sistine took a deep breath. She nodded toward me. “He drives me crazy!”
