“Then whywashe attacking me?”
The boy laughs. “I don’t work for her. My boss will wipe both of your asses out when he gets out of prison.”
I look at her as she approaches the boy. “You’re Mario’s dog.” She grabs his face with one of her hands and squeezes. “You go and tell your boss that I’m not his fiancée anymore, and I will never, ever be his wife. I will whore myself out before I let him touch me with his disgusting two-inch dick.” She lets go of his face and pulls him by his shirt, and with a strength I didn’t count on, she throws him onto the pavement.
The boy scurries off, and we watch as he takes quick steps down the street before she turns toward me, extending her hand. “Valentina De Angelo.”
My jaw ticks from how hard I’m clenching it. I’m not even sure why I’m so angry. Maybe at the fact of who she is.
She raises her eyebrow, challenging me.
I take her hand in mine. “Gabriel Savastano.”
She smiles. “I know.”
My eyebrows pull in confusion. “You knew who I was?”
“Of course. What kind of host do you think I am?”
“Then you should know that this could cause problems between your brother and my don.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.” She shakes her head, pulls some keys from her pocket, and takes steps toward a shiny red bike. With one swift move, she takes a seat. She places the key in and turns the motor on. It revs as she works her hand around the handle. "I guess this means the invitation to your hotel room has been rescinded?" When I only glare at her, she laughs. “Pity. Your loss.” She puts the helmet on beforeshe drives away, leaving me behind her with my dick harder than before and questions filling my head. Questions that have no business being there. But they are, and I pray this doesn’t escalate in the wrong way.
three
Valentina
He walked into the club and stared straight at me, completely unaware of who he was looking at. His mistake.
After that realization, the plan played out in my head immediately, and I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to get under him. If only the idiot who works for that bastard, Mario, hadn’t shown up, I would now have a popped cherry and a dream that came true.
I sigh as I look at the ceiling of my room and close my eyes. I slide my hand under my panties toward the pool between my legs and insert one finger, then another as the memory of his tongue and his hands on my skin plays like a movie in my head over and over.
I imagine him spinning me over and fucking me from behind as he holds my hair in his fist. A moan escapes me as a sensation travels down my spine and fills my belly, finally exploding between my fingers.
After I come down from my orgasm, I fall asleep with a smile on my face because, even if I didn’t get with him, I still got more action than I ever imagined I could have.
I slip out of my bed after my brain has regained its functions. Touching myself has become my daily ritual ever since that night in the club. Every time, I fantasize about him; it ends differently. Nevertheless, I end up truly fucked by the man I’ve been obsessed with for years. A quick shower and some coffee are the second part of my ritual.
I hum a song in my head but get interrupted.
“You’re in a good mood,” my brother says from behind me.
I turn to face him and smile. “I have a surprise for you.”
He raises a questioning eyebrow. “What kind of surprise?”
“A few days ago, I had brunch with some wives, and we had an interesting conversation. Long story short, you’ll receive a call today from some family members and, in exchange for their support, you will offer them money so they can fund their businesses.”
“They didn’t want any money. What changed?”
“Remember my camera? It holds some evidence that would put them away for years, and not because of selling drugs or even racketeering.”
He chuckles. “I like that camera, and I don’t even know what it looks like.”
The camera holds alotof evidence. Some of that evidence is now in the possession of the district attorney. Evidence against my father. Nico also made sure he didn’t speak in exchange for a deal. I didn’t ask him how he did it; I just know he will never talk.
“It’s worth more than you can ever imagine.”
