Dirty Mafia Sinner (Dirty Mafia Kingdom #2)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

SANDRO

My favorite pain slut licks her lips. She’s exactly what I need whenever the responsibilities of being the Beneventi heir become too much.

Except I don’t want her.

I don’t want any of them.

Carmine Bartolucci and his son’s insinuations eat at me like a festering wound. The second they mentioned my injuries, my self-control became a battle between “Do I knife him?” and “How long do I wait before doing so?” Hunting Conti took precedence over my pride. So I waited, said what needed to be said, then corrected the mafioso’s perception of me. Weak? For the insult, he’ll now curse me every time he licks a gelato.

And I need to get to Sicily immediamente. Dante meeting secretly with Conti? Is his future, albeit lackluster, role beside my father in the Eleven not enough for his refined Hollywood tastes? What in God’s name is Dante up to?

I tuck my cock inside my silk boxers. Fuck, a drink or two should take the edge off. Or the joint I stashed in my office drawer. Since my brother’s self-medicating issues, I avoid the heavier shit, though often wonder if I got it all wrong. That fucker’s free as a bird, isn’t he? Living life and doing whatever the hell he pleases. While my father proudly boasts how crafty he is for breaking out of rehab.

His responsibilities. His bullshit. My future not of my making.

“Vattene!” I shout, and the trio on their knees by my feet haul ass from the casita.

I need to get rid of Riley just as fast.

Before I can’t .

Tommaso can handle her … Though, the thought of his dirty hands on her …

I stalk from the casita and bypass the bar, heading straight for my office.

The famiglie live by strict rules.

Sacrifices are necessary. I can’t have more Carmine Bartoluccis running their mouths and questioning my capabilities. If I had a choice, then things would be different.

I curl my fingers into a fist.

As the saying goes—out of sight, out of my mind.

One order and she’ll be gone.

Tomorrow. Or maybe even the next day.

After I’ve had one final taste of her.

RILEY

Their laughter’s unbearable.

Their behavior horrible. The hisses. The eye rolls. The dead mouse on the balcony chair. I’m an uninvited prisoner in the spank-me squad. Surrounded by mafiosi, I wish things were different, that we’d support each other without all this animosity. Girl power, and all that. It’s the man they’re hovering around and watching swimming laps who’s the true villain.

Back and forth with fluid strokes, he completes multiple laps.

While they laugh and point.

It’s ridiculous.

Beyond annoying.

Pathetic.

I bite my lip as he pulls himself up to sit on the pool ledge. His beautiful physique is bigger now, though he’s too far away to savor his eight-pack abs or the deep V dive toward his massive cock. His body’s branded in my mind from that morning, when my fingers explored every inch of him in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

How I wish he’d left when he threatened to and that what followed never happened.

He lifts his head and looks toward me.

Why mention that morning—and in vivid detail?

Why bring up the past when I’m clearly not part of the future?

A brunette approaches, distracting him.

I grit my teeth as her uniform drops.

Then retreat back inside my gilded cage.

I’m not special. Or the object of his affection.

I am just a plaything he loves to hate on.

“What does fidanzata mean?”

Tommaso stops in his tracks as I catch up to him. Four days have passed since the disastrous dinner. The weather’s beautiful even if my mood’s sour, and my time’s spent strolling the beach and avoiding the monster. Not that he notices or cares.

Except his best soldier always seems in a hurry whenever I’m near.

“For shit’s sake, why ask me that?”

I shrug a shoulder. “I keep hearing it, is all.” Heard, as in hissed, snarled, taunted, and gloated. If my iPad hadn’t disappeared, I’d translate the word. I’d be better prepared for them if I understood what they’re saying.

Alessandro’s horde keep saying it like it’s a huge secret I’m not privy to.

“Heard where?” With forked eyebrows, Tommaso scans the patio until his attention halts on the horde sunning themselves by the casita. “What exactly are they saying?”

Four days spent hearing it, and despite the limited Italian, I’m confident in my pronunciation. “Sandro odia la sua fidanzata.”

“You tell Sandro?”

“We’re not speaking.”

Tommaso looks pained. “That explains everything.”

“So, what does it mean?”

“It means…” He shakes his head. “…You should ignore it.”

I glance at the women, wishing them sunburns on their bared breasts, then mutter, “I wish I could.”

“That bad?” he asks like he genuinely cares. Alessandro called him his “best man,” so it’s strange my only friend is this hulking brute.

“Bad. I can’t call my grandparents today. Seems my iPad’s disappeared.”

His scowl’s fierce. “Fuck that. I’ll handle it.”

I flash him a smile. “Thank you.”

“In exchange for something else.”

That gives me pause. “We bargaining now?”

“Life’s a bargain, Riley. Don’t you know that by now?” He leans in and brings his mouth near my ear. “And for all our sakes, work things out with him.”

I pull back. “He’s forgotten me.”

Tommaso snorts.

“His villa’s overflowing with obedient women.”

He folds his arms across his big body and cocks his head. “Then why are you here?”

I laugh, except it’s bitter, not sweet. “He kidnapped me.”

“If his father learned of your involvement, you’d be dead without questions asked. Believe it or not, this is the best place for you.”

I swallow hard. I never considered his father as a threat. “I’m innocent.”

“Doesn’t matter, Riley. You’re disposable.”

“And Alessandro?” I can’t hide my desperation. “Will he dispose of me, now that he’s moved on?”

“Been waiting for his order.”

Oh, sweet hell. I view Tommaso in an entirely new light. Not only as a fighter, but Alessandro’s problem-solver.

“Four days, right?”

“Yes,” I squeak.

“And he hasn’t said a goddamn word.” His grin catches me off guard. “My advice? Stop hiding and get in his miserable face.”

With that, he stalks off.

Whistling as he leaves me standing here, flabbergasted.