I think he wanted to reach out and snap my neck right then, but I heard a throat clearing. Damn it! I forgot about him for a minute. He would have probably enjoyed the bloodbath. Watch on as the great Sanchez Don killed his youngest in cold blood in his precious study.
“I think we will stick to the arrangement.”
I felt my body lock. What the hell?
“I would like to speak to Sophie alone for a moment though. Just the two of us.”
My father stared at me as a smirk pulled his lips. Fucking asshole!
“Of course, Dominic. You can use my study.Venite!” He stood up still smirking at me like he won the fucking lottery. I had never used the word hate in the same sentence as my father, but I’m beginning to rethink that. I heard shuffling footsteps, then the door being closed.
Silence. I continued to stand in front of my father’s desk, facing his seat.
In a demanding voice, Dominic said, “Sophie, look at me.”
I took a moment to roll my eyes, put my blank expression back on my face, and turned slowly towards him. He took his time to look me over.Yep, I’m no prize buttercup.I was dressed in black slacks, a silky vanilla colored blouse that flowed loosely around me, and slip-on business-casual shoes. I wore clothes to hide my physique. I hadn’t worn anything that could really show myfigure or curves in at least three years, ever since Serena laughed at me in a bathing suit and said, “Look at all your blubber. You’re just an ugly, fat whale.”
After a while of looking me over, he asked, “How did you know about your sister and Nico Cattaneo? That’s supposed to be all hush-hush.”
I honestly didn’t know why he wanted her when she was out literally screwing the competition, but whatever. It’s his dick that wants to fall off. Not my problem.
“It helps to be the invisible girl. I see and hear things.” I shrugged.
“You do know your father could have your head for this, telling me this.” It was really a statement, not a question.
“Why do you care? He’s going to have my head when you decide you would rather have my whore of a sister, but that’s my problem not yours, right?”
He looked shocked by my response.
“Why would you risk your life?”
“My life has been expendable since the day I was born and deemed useless by my father.”
He stared at me, long and hard.
It really was a shame, because he was a beautiful man. But I was realistic. I didn’t get the beautiful men. I didn’t get good things. I didn’t get family. I got loss. I got grief. I got hate. I got all the ugly things in life.
“Why would you call your sister a whore? Just because she’s beautiful and you’re,” he waved his hand up and down at me,which actually stabbed me in the heart, but nothing new, “you, doesn’t mean you have to say ugly, cruel things about her.”
I threw my head back and laughed. I was laughing so hard, tears were coming out of my eyes. It took me a good few minutes to calm back down, then looked at him. He was staring at me intently, jaw clenched.
“Calling my sister a whore is actually a nice word for her. I get that you’ve probably rode that crazy train once or twice yourself, but next time you do, better wrap up good because last I heard she gave the Enforcer from the Bianchi clan chlamydia. And she’s slept with at least 56 of the men in the mafia world across different clans, as far as I know of.” I smirked at him. “I’m sure my Papa would be proud of her tenacious work ethics and value.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. Then turned back to face my father’s desk.
“She would make a perfect wife for you.” My voice was void of emotions again. “Much better than the boring, ugly, fat, worthless Sanchez daughter.”
“I haven’t slept with your sister.”
“I find that very hard to believe, since she is such aun tesoro. You wouldn’t want to be the only man in the mafia world to miss out on a piece of that, now would you?”
“You really do have a death wish,fiammetta?”
Chapter 2
Dom’s POV
When Don Sanchez offered me his daughter in an arranged marriage, I had expected his sexy, tall daughter Serena. Not the frumpy, short one. When she walked in, I had tried to ignore her, but the minute she spoke to her father in a flat, almost disrespectful tone, it threw me off. Then she mentioned Serena being involved with that cunt Cattaneo and she had my interest. No one was supposed to know about it. I think even her father looked surprised by the announcement. I was also shocked that she was pushing for Serena to be the one in the arrangement. Most women would have been dying to be paired with me. It wasn’t ego, it was just fact. Did I have as many women lined up for me as Maximo Ruiz did? No, but I had my fair share from an ongoing selection.
When I asked to speak to her alone, I wanted to gauge her, away from her father’s influence. However, that didn’t work out as I thought it would since she spoke to me in the same flat, unimpressed tone. Then she destroyed all of my expectations of her sister by admitting she was a whore, at the least. I knew she was involved with men, I just didn’t realize she was that prolific.
