“Mhm.”
“Jealousy looks good on you.” My grin widens at her eye roll.
“Last I checked, it was a two-way street. Don’t get your feelings hurt, Benny.”
“I’ll kill behind you,” I say, the control in my tone frayed at the thought of anyone touching her. I pull her with me to stand, eyes locked on the woman who activates a need to claim. “Be in my bed before I get back.”
“I’ll think about it.” Blood rushes to my dick at the defiance in her tone.
She switches off, arms crossed over her chest and ass bouncing like basketballs underneath her dress. Marriage might not be so bad.
I text Luiggi.
Have a few stops to make before I meet you at Eden. I want them on their knees when I arrive.
The drones follow me back to the house where they lower into the ground.
Chapter 33
Testing Bullets
Bianca
Benny is an asshole and a fast one. He hit Olympic speeds off the back porch that had a bitch running for her life. The drones that transformed out of the ground wouldn’t hurt me, but the hills were still alive with the sound of my screaming. I run my mouth, not these legs!
My lungs finally breathe easy after yet another high-speed chase messing with this man. I put distance between me, those soft lips, and that bulge inviting me to hump it under lemon trees.
Nowhere on my solo trip itinerary does it include falling in love. I’ve got bills and a chosen family back home. Not to mention the tiny reality of being with a crime boss that comes with stress, mistresses, and a shorter life span.
No thanks!
I shouldn’t be craving him beyond his body, but the more time I spend with him, the harder it is to not believe crime bosses need love too.
The sun frays at the edge of the sky by the time I walk back to the house. I wandered around the citrus grove until he leftwith Andrea. I’m still wrapping my head around staying in one of the screensavers I stared at on my lunch breaks to escape the chaos of Corporate America. It’s not the same, but Sicily is breathtaking.
Mango trees.
Lemon trees.
Orange trees.
Lush greenery and fuchsia flowers crawling over the house.
This is exactly how senseless people fall in love and become victims in Lifetime dramas. They let their guard down with the person they know isn’t good for them. How many of thoseWrongmovies does Vivica Fox have to star in with a different wig before we get the message?
Flings are okay; feelings are not.
I like Benny a lot, but my pussy and I will keep fighting the good fight.
That battle is between you and the Lord.
I crouch behind a bush at a voice going off on somebody in Sicilian. Beside the house stands a man who would make a good living impersonating Giancarlo Esposito. I do a double-take at his curly salt and pepper hair and cinnamon skin tone. Ain’t no way Gus Fring is here.
Tattoos wave across the hand he shakes in the air. It’s hard to make out what he’s saying, but the names Renata and Eden are loud and clear.
Isn’t Benny meeting her tonight? I vaguely remember Renata’s name. Benny mentioned she owns Eden the night I went undercover.
Non-Giancarlo’s mustache crinkles in a grimace. He ends the call to dial another number.
