Page 49 of Unlock My Heart

His face twists from red to purple. “Tell your old man the capos want a sit-down.”

“Tell him yourself. I’m not your fetch-it boy.” Jerking my ice pick embedded between the wood grain, I storm to the exit, where Nic is waiting. “Walk with me.”

He follows me to the elevator, where I scan the additional room card, and we enter. Jamming the close button with the spike of my pick, I glance over to my cousin.

“Way to play it cool.”

“He thinks I’m going to tolerate his disrespect when I’m boss?” I pocket my weapon of choice.

Nic holds up his hands in surrender. “He doesn’t know that you might be boss sooner than he realizes. No one does.”

“And we’re keeping it that way until Vitto says otherwise.”

We reach the penthouse level, and the door opens. “Does this mean I’m invited on your date?”

“Go away.”

His hand falls dramatically to his heart. “Use me as your personal dinner-dasher; I see how it is.”

“Do you?” I deadpan.

“When do I get to officially meet your girl?”

“Sunday dinner.”

Nic whistles. “Already bringing her home to the family. Real down bad.”

Guilty.

Chapter Fifteen

Fabien

Twenty-one-years-old

What I find when I step inside the penthouse suite has me stopping in my tracks. Sienna’s seated on the dining table, taking a swig from the champagne bottle. “What do we have here? Underage drinking?” I playfully tsk. “Bad girl.” At least it’s the expensive stuff; maybe tomorrow’s hangover will be forgiving.

Sienna giggles. “You told me to order room service, so I did.” A hiccup shakes her entire body.

“You’re tipsy.” I chuckle.

“Have I shocked the big, bad mobster?” she teases, taking another swig before slamming the bottle on the table. With a devious smile, her fingers grab the hem of her shirt, and she lifts it over her head.

My eyes drink in the outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric of her bra. “Not even close,” I say in a bored tone as her shirt flutters to the carpet. My cock disagrees, straining at the zipper of my jeans.

With adorable determination, she unclasps her bra, and my cock bounces in excitement as she hops down. She sways a bit as she loses her skirt and panties, and I drink in her naked body, save for her black boots. Why that does it for me, fuck if I know.

“What would shock the big, bad mobster?” She says in a sultry tone I bet that she doesn’t even realize she’s using.

Sienna Jenkins has a face that would start a thousand wars. The body to fuel a thousand wet dreams. But the glint of challenge in her eyes, that might be what does it for me the most.

Her fingers graze her pussy lips, causing my legs to buckle. I play it off by sitting on the couch, draping my arms over the back. “You on your knees, crawling to me.” My voice is pure gravel. My cock stone. Best fucking idea I’ve had my entire life.

She inhales sharply, and I ignore the feeling of jizz dampening my boxer-briefs.

“How bad of a girl are you, Sienna?” I challenge.

Fire blazes in her eyes as her bare knees hit the carpet, and it’s my turn to suck in a sharp breath. Sienna’s eyes never leave mine as she moves to all fours, slowly making her way across the room.