Page 64 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

I tilted my head back against his shoulder, giving him better access to my neck and hoping he didn’t notice the way my skin crawled at his touch. This was what I needed. To give Carlos a taste so, later tonight, once he’d had a few drinks and was all hopped up on the excitement of the fights, he’d have sex with me.

His fingers tweaking my nipples didn’t feel anything like when I’d done it to myself earlier.

And it didn’t feel anything like the way I’d imagined his son’s touch.

If I was getting hot right now, it definitely wasn’t because of Carlos, but because Luca was watching, refusing to turn away even for a second.

It was a sweet relief when the car finally stopped and Carlos pushed me off his lap like I was a cheap stripper, whose name he hadn’t even bothered to learn, rather than his fiancée. He looked out the window. “What is this?”

Luca sat and waited for the driver to get out and open the door, like the stuck-up asshole he was. “This is where the street fights have been moved to. I told you; the cops raided them the last time they were held in the gym parking lot. This is the new location they found.” He checked something on his phone. “It’s all happening in the basement, and I’m told it’s the ‘new and improved’ Saint View fights.”

Lynx frowned, surveying the building as we all got out. “What does that mean? New and improved?”

Luca shrugged. “No idea, but I guess we’re about to find out. Come on.”

Enzo, Bruno, and Viktor pulled up in a car behind us, and all seven of us walked across the parking lot. Luca led, Carlos dropped back to talk to Enzo and the Goon twins, and Lynx, as my bodyguard, fell into step with me in the middle.

He awkwardly didn’t look in my direction. He stared straight ahead, thumping base drifting around us from the warehouse.

I peered up at him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded sharply. “Sure. Fine.”

He clearly wasn’t. But it wasn’t my place to pry. And if I was going to take an educated guess, it would be he hadn’t really wanted to see the free almost sex show Carlos and I had given him in the car.

Couldn’t blame him. I wish I hadn’t had to see it either.

But when he spoke, that actually wasn’t what he wanted to complain about. “Did you know your bathroom and Luca’s share a wall?”

I glanced at him and then shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it but I guess they do. They’re kind of mirror opposites of each other, aren’t they? Makes sense, design wise. Then you only need to put the plumbing in one space—”

“The wall is thin, Nyah. Very fucking thin.”

I frowned. “Okay? And you’re telling me this because…”

He finally glanced down at me. “Because if you’re going to get yourself off somewhere, maybe don’t do it next to the wall that you share with him. I could hear everything, right down to the buzz of your vibrator.”

I widened my eyes in embarrassment. Then narrowed them as a thought occurred to me. ‘Wait, what were you doing in Luca’s bathroom?”

It was dark, but I was sure that was pink flushing up his neck.

What the hell was that about?

We caught up to Luca at the door before I could question Lynx any further.

He talked with a burly security guard who stepped aside, and we followed Luca down two flights of rickety metal stairs, the music getting louder and louder as we descended. I glanced back over my shoulder and stifled a laugh at Carlos trying to act casual, but his face screwed up and his hand hovered an inch over the handrail, like he knew it was full of germs and he couldn’t stomach the thought of touching it.

Not wanting to be anything like him, I grabbed it, using it to steady myself so I didn’t trip and fall headfirst into Luca in front of me.

Though something told me that would be impossible with Lynx at my side. Even still, I didn’t know how quick his reflexes were. And after his little comment about Luca’s bathroom, I was now wondering if Lynx was just as preoccupied by Luca as I was. I didn’t want to land flat on my face because he was too busy thinking about whatever the two of them had done in that bathroom.

I’d definitely be thinking about that later though. That would be a lovely little goodnight treat.

We got to the bottom of the stairs, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Holy shit.”

Lynx instantly moved closer to me, his hand coming instinctively to the small of my back. And I was glad for the safety of how big and tall he was. Because the room was packed full of bodies, the majority of them men, drinks or cigarettes clutched in their hands, all of them focused on the cage in the middle of the room and the fighters inside it.

One fighter, in nothing but black shorts, his hands strapped with white tape, circled his opponent. They eyed each other, both of them moving lightly on their feet, and the other man’s face came into view.