“Miss you too!” I whine.
Benny shakes his head when the call ends. “You two are a mess. Tell her not to call me Sally.”
“Tell her yourself when she gets here.”
“Where?”
“Our home,husband.“ I cackle at his pout. “The plan was always for her to stay with me for a month. Should’ve thought twice about kidnapping me.”
He nips at my neck. “You and your mouth. I’ll hold up my end of our deal, but you need to hold up yours. We start tonight.”
Chapter 31
Her Comes Binks Caselli
Bianca
“On second thought, I’ll wait here.”
Benny’s hand lands on my shoulder. He turns me away from Aldo, who gets back in the car at his headshake. “You agreed,wife.”
“I choose the dungeon.” I grimace at the worn brick building towering over the street corner. Dark windows glimmer under a veil of moonlight, possessed by the spirits of whoever died inside.
I don’t consider myself a scary bitch, but where I come from, sketchy-ass warehouses are a nonstarter.
Benny’s lip twitches. “You scared?”
My eyes buck. “Duh! What gave you the impression I wouldn’t be? We’re in front of an abandoned building on an empty street.” If I see dirt bikes or a man on a horse, I’m gone.
Today was stressful enough. Now, Benny has us pulling up to see God knows who in a building with ghosts and roaches. I’m tempted to faint, just to go home.
“This is one of my shipping warehouses,” he says with a low chuckle, nudging me to move by the small of my back. “I own the block and the four surrounding it.”
“And that means what to me with the mafia convention inside?” I stare up at his handsome face, ready for a Cool Water commercial. “For all I know, it will end in a shootout.”
He folds his arms over his black suit that matches mine. His tailor rearranged his schedule for a last-minute fitting for me to look like the crime boss I’m not.
Benny bumps my shoulder. “I’m not in the mafia, Trouble. That’s all you, Binks Caselli.”
“Not too much on my name,” I warn. “I had to make something up on the fly, no thanks to a certain dickhead.”
My nickname around the neighborhood paired nicely with Menace Caselli’s, a forever book bae. Jahquel J put her ass and both big toes into10,000 Hours with a Rich Menace. It’s only been 282 hours since I’ve been with mine, and I’m tempted to trade him in for a man who enjoys quiet hour and his toothpaste undefiled.
Benny is still very much on my shit list for signing me up to be a crime boss, but my desire to kick his dick through his chin slowly wanes. I enjoy his penis, and he seems remorseful.
He rubs the space between my brows, hand tats and rings on display. “Relax. You’ll be fine.”
My eyes flutter shut. “Says the man who’s been killing for decades. I’m not like you.”
“You’re better,” he says. “Just sit and observe anyone we should interrogate. Have you conducted a workplace investigation before?”
I scoff. “Of course.”
He shrugs. “So this will be a walk in the park, as you Americans say.”
“I’m not a mind reader,” I remind him.
“I trust your instinct.”
