“I’ll go with at-home hair removal laser.”
“You must be very flexible. You are turning my dick into stone tonight,” I joke. It’s the opposite actually. Shit, it’s cold. I left my jacket in the club office.
Instead of giving me grief, his voice turns serious. “Art, you know why I called, right? I’m worried about you.”
“Are you talking about those damn crows following me?” I look up, but it’s night, no birds in sight. “Do you also think the avian revolution is near?”
“Stop fucking around. You know I’m talking about your marriage with Coretti!”
I scratch my neck, something I always do when I’m nervous.
“What about it? Do you want an invitation?” I try to keep my voice light, even chirpy. Fly shouldn’t know the details of my crappy life. It would only burden him, or worse, he’d try to help me and get hurt in the process. “The seating chart is already?—”
“I know they are forcing you to marry her,” he snaps.
“They aren’t.” Well, I’m not lying…technically. My father didn’t ask me what I wanted. He just told me to do it. If I say no, he’llmake me do it, though, so maybe I am lying. Oh, fuck it! “But you know I do like some force, especially when my panties are down.”
“Art, maybe Seb can help…” he insists.
“Seb as in Sebastiano ‘Ice’ Leone? My father’s number one enemy? That Seb? He’d pretend to help me, and after getting all the information about the Enzinos out of me, he’d kill me or send me back to my father to be killed for betraying him,” I finish, crushing the empty candy wrapper in my hand.
He sighs. “No, he won’t! They promised me.” Well, they lied. He knows I’m right. “Just…remember I’m here for you, whatever you need.”
“Look, you don’t owe me anything for that day.” I’m talking about his kidnapping.
“Idiot! You are my friend. Even if you hadn’t saved my life, I would still care for you. I’m just…even more invested in your happiness because of it now,” he clumsily declares. He’s such a good person. I truly have no idea how he’s tangled himself in this criminal world.
“Well, I need more of your lingerie!” God, he’s a genius at making sexy, slutty, top-notch male undergarments. “Those body chains are my favorite. I’m wearing the one with rhinestones right now.” The feel of the cold little beads on my skin and chains around my neck and body makes me horny fast.
“I actually sent you a new one. Custom-made, just for you. It should arrive tomorrow.”
“Love you,” I sing-song, excitement finally awakening inside me.
I suddenly hear a gruff voice on the line. It’s Marco’s.
“Amore mio, who are you talking to? Give me my phone.”
“It’s not Luca, tell your inner possessive monster to chill!” Fly’s retort makes me snort.
“Why would you talk to Luca?” Marco growls.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Luca Nero. All I know about him is that he is part of the Leone family. I think I saw him once many years ago from a distance, but I can’t really recall his face.
“Fuck. It’s Art, isn’t it? You are putting yourself at risk like this.” Marco is right, and I hate him for it.
“Don’t confuse me with rational facts, I’m going somewhere with this Luca thing…”
It’s like following a fucking soap opera. I should get some popcorn.
“Little Butterfly.” That’s a panty-wetting deep tone of voice. Fly is a lucky guy.
But having my dick twitching for my bestie’s fiancé isugheven for me. “Hey, we are trying to have a conversation here, ‘Knucklehead’ Moretti.” I butcher his nickname on purpose.
“Knuckle,” he corrects me.
“Better than that unimaginative one.” He uses gold knuckles when he works on people, hence the lame nickname.
