“Well. Where’s the rest of the story?” Victoria asked, confused. I sighed heavily, knowing this was about to bite me in my ass.
“Turns out Buddha knew Enzo’s mother. It was Catalina,” Victoria literally froze. She didn’t blink, she didn’t talk, I didn’t even think she was still breathing. She just sat there staring.
“Wh-what? Catalina, as in Edwardo’s wife Catalina?” Victoria leaned in closer, her jaw dropped open, and then the wheels in her head started turning. “Wait, she has a son. The boy, Enzo, is Edwardo’s son?”
“Well, according to Catalina, he’s Buddha’s son.” Victoria put a hand at her neck and began massaging her throat as though she was losing it.
“That fucking bitch. It’s not enough that she groomed my son and almost made Edwardo kill him. Now, she’s back, claiming that Phillipe fathered her child.” Victoria got to her feet and began pacing back and forth in front of me. I really opened a can of worms by the looks of it. Victoria appeared to be in another world. She paced and mumbled incoherently to the point I became a little worried.
“Look, Buddha will be pissed if he knows I told you anything. So can you act really surprised when Tomasso eventually spills the beans?” Victoria stopped pacing and stared at me as though I spoke a language she had never heard of before.
“Do you think I’m going to sit and wait for Tomasso to tell me anything? I’m about to kick his Italian ass for keeping thisfrom me,” Victoria said. Her face showed just how angry she was. Hearing what she said sent me into a full panic. I flew up from the chair.
“No, Victoria, you can’t say anything. Buddha would have my neck for not listening to him,” I pleaded, feeling as though I was about to start bawling my eyes out.
“These men are weak, Dior. Catalina is a smart fucking bitch, and men will be men. I’ll deal with this, and I need your help,” Victoria had a look in her eyes I’d never seen before. I took a step back because I wanted nothing to do with this.
“My help,” I squeaked, pointing at my chest. I began shaking my head from left to right because there was no way I was going to help her do shit!
“Don’t be a pussy. I told you upfront that Ricci women played a role in our husbands' lives. We’re tough when it is time to be, and that time is now. Do you want Catalina to worm her sneaky ass back into Phillipe’s life?” I knew she didn’t really want me to answer that because my reply would be obvious. Remembering Catalina and the way she looked and knowing Buddha loved her at one time in his teenage years, I knew I was about to help.
“Dammit, Victoria. What do you need me to do?” I asked, dropping myself back down on the chair.
“You need to get Buddha’s phone, find Catalina’s number, and give it to me. I’ll do everything else,” Victoria said, sitting back down. I made a face, wondering how the fuck she expected me to do that.
“Victoria, how am I going to get that man’s phone? Not to mention it’s always locked. Think of something else,” I waved her off because I wasn’t doing that.
“His passcode is 1980. Now, I did the hard part; the easy part is all on you.”
“How the hell do you know his passcode?” I asked, shocked.
“How do you not know it? I pay close attention to everything. I suggest you do the same. As I said, get his phone, find her number, and give it to me.” Victoria repeated what she needed me to do.
“Why are you so sure he took her number?” I questioned, folding my arms.
“Did you leave him and Catalina alone at some point? I’m guessing the answer is yes, to which I say, he took her number, trust me. Stop being so fucking naive,” Victoria waved me off. “Later tonight, when he gets home, put his ass to sleep real good and get what I asked for.”
“What do you even mean by put him to sleep? Like you want me to drug him?” I asked, frowning at her.
“God no. use what you have between your thighs, Dior,” Victoria gave me a smirk and then lifted her eyebrow. I began laughing because I’d rather drug his ass.
“No, he’s off limits in this area,” I waved my hand over my crotch. Victoria exploded with laughter as if I said something really funny.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked, getting annoyed by her.
“Chile, please. If you withhold your pussy, how the fuck do you plan on getting what you want? You young people are fucking hilarious,” Victoria said, wiping laughter tears away from her eyes.
“There are other ways of getting my way without using my vagina, you know.” I narrowed my eyes at her because Victoria didn’t know everything.
“Oh yeah, name one,” she wiped the smile from her face and glared at me. “Men are easy. You want them to dosomething, you fuck them. You want them to doanything, you suck their dick, and then fuck them. Get me Catalina’s number,” Victoria said, pouring herself another glass of wine.
Victoria was her own Camila Vargas fromQueen of the South.I was right when I said she was just as dangerous as the men in this family. I poured myself a glass of wine, thinking how I was about to fuck Buddha after I told him I didn’t want his dick. I knew it should be easy to get him to sleep with me, but something told me my husband was about to make me regret my own words.
*****
I had Victoria drop me off at mine and Buddha’s home instead of waiting for him back at the main house. I needed to prepare my mind and body to seduce his ass to get what Victoria required of me.
I asked Victoria what her son's favorite meal was, and I made it as soon as I got home. I plated Cacio e pepe, a simple pasta dish with sauce, Romano cheese and black pepper. Buddha should be home soon; he called his mother, letting her know he was on his way. Since our little ordeal back in Italy, he had yet to return my phone.
