Three pairs of eyes, mine included, stared at Katy as she sipped her wine through a straw, sucking it like it were a cock. After pulling three long night shifts at Angelo’s, the girls and I decided a night out would be a welcome break.
“Fuck, girl,” Bianca burst out laughing. “Does it still work. You know what happens when you stop wearing earrings.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I need to lend you my dust buster, get the cobwebs in those hard-to-reach places.”
We all burst out laughing and Katy stuck her tongue out at Bianca. “Just because you’re fucking Lorenzo Rossi, doesn’t make you miss high and mighty sex queen. You were just as dry for cock until he came along.”
My drink went down the wrong pipe and I choked. Coughing hard, I squinted at Bianca while Layla rubbed my back.
“What?” Bianca held out her hands and arching a brow.
I cleared my throat but still mumbled in a raspy tone, “you’re fucking Lorenzo Rossi?”
“Is he hot in bed?” Layla asked before Bianca could answer.
I ran the bar while Layla and Katy worked the floor, waitressing. Bianca on the other hand, managed the club. I stared at the woman I’d come to like. She might be related to the D’Angelo family but at least her personality didn’t match their volatile nature and she occasionally joined us normal people for a drink—normal being non-mafia.
She tossed her brown locks over her shoulder and chuckled. “He fucks like an animal.”
“So, how did you hook up with him. I mean the only thing the man’s notorious for, is a bad temper,” I asked.
“You know him?” Her large amber eyes widened.
Do I know him?If only she knew just how intimately acquainted I was with the man. After he kidnapped Rayden and I, almost six years ago, and we escaped, I found myself a new job. Now, I worked for the D’Angelo’s. In my two years of employment, I learned two things. The D’Angelo’s were not only Mafia but Lorenzo’s arch enemy. While New York belonged to the Rossi’s, New Jersey was D’Angelo territory. They weren’t any better in terms of their mob dealings and while I missed working at The Serpente, at least I didn’t have to see Lorenzo again. We might’ve escaped, I couldn’t, however, get rid of the notion that he’d let us, and he never came after us.
“She worked at The Serpente, remember,” Layla answered, yanking me out of my memories.
I was intrigued how a woman like Bianca attracted the eye of a man very selective in whom he bedded. Not that there was anything wrong with her. With mousy brown locks and lips that never failed to look anything but red, she was pretty, in a ditzy sort of way and not someone I’d expect Lorenzo to fuck. Yet, it was her clumsy behavior that made her so likeable to the rest of us.
“So?” I asked, reminding her she hadn’t answered me.
She leaned closer until her ruby red lips practically kissed my ears. “I trade D’Angelo secrets with him for sex.”
“You’re kidding?” I gaped at her.
Slowly, she shook her head, her mouth shaped in a tell all smile before she burst out laughing. “I’m fucking with you.” Then she shrugged. “What can I say, fucking the enemy thrills the crap out of me. Would you believe me if I said we met at a lunch date of mutual friends and we kind of hit it off, and the rest they say, is history.”
“What she’s saying, is that Lorenzo likes a screamer,” Katy mocked.
“How would you know?” Bianca retorted with a laugh. “Have you been listening in at my door, Mary Poppins? Maybe that’s why you can’t get a man, cause you’re a peeping Tom.” Katy flipped her the bird and Bianca cracked up.
“How do you guys meet. I mean the D’Angelo’s must know of your movements?” I sipped my drink, more curious by the second.
She shook her head. “I’m just a cousin they use to do their dirty work. No one important. Still, Lorenzo and I are cautious. A simple one-word text tells me he’s coming over.” She signaled the waiter for another round of drinks.
“You live dangerously, girl.”
Bianca pumped her brown locks with a flirty smile. “If the other end of that fucking cock belongs to a man like Lorenzo, at least I’ll die happy.” She reached for the dry martini the server set down in front of her. “Enough about him, let’s drink.”
I accepted the vodka tonic she held out. “You’re still okay with me crashing with you tonight?” The last time I’d partied in Manhattan, Bianca invited me to I stay at her place instead of making my drunken way back to Jersey. “I don’t want to be caught in a situation with you and Lorenzo.” I wiggled my brow. If I never saw the man again, it would be too soon.
“Yeah and no worries about him. No message yet” She clinked her glass against mine. “To us. May we all get the cocks we deserve.” She winked at Katy, who snorted a laugh.
Another hour later, we were drunk off our asses. Worried, I watched as Bianca reached for her phone and squint at the screen. Then she popped it back in her purse. “We still good?” I arched a brow. She nodded.
