The sad part is I have nowhere to be, and this is the loneliest I’ve ever been in my life. Instead of obtaining a personal life, I spent my time getting in shape and training for a man’s world filled with more limitations than possibilities.
“Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe none of this matters.” I give up. I don’t want to show my cards, but he sees right through me and knows right where to land his verbal punches.
“What were you doing at the club? Aside from casing the joint, you were studying me. What did you find?”
“You’re predicable, you don’t deviate much from your schedule, you like routines and order. Your house is well guarded and in a good location so it would be hard to get the drop on you there.”
He stops pacing, sits in a chair he drags to the bed before rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. A shirt that was clean and pressed at the gala but now it’s wrinkled beyond recognition, like he slept in it.
He put an elbow on his knee and his first finger rests on the apex of his square chin lost in thought.
“You’re very preceptive,” he says and turns to the goatee man, who nods in agreement.
“We can’t take you out of all your restraints, you are too lethal,” he concedes, pointing to my hands. “But we have your knife and you’ve been checked for other weapons, so I’ll give you the use of one arm and leg at a time. We can’t have you getting nerve damage. You’re far too pretty to have permanent damage to your extremities at such a young age.”
I should thank him, but I don’t on sheer principle.
“I have a proposition for you. My friend here, Riccardo, is my brother’s head of security and he will need to return to other duties. I can’t trust you, but you might be useful to me.”
8
Sal
My mind is spinning when we leave the wine cellar. Riccardo drives and we’re both quiet. How can Francesca feel loyalty to her father, a man who was disliked by everyone?
I can’t imagine what kind of a father he was, but hearing how he treated his daughter, Juliet and how he talked about his mistresses, I doubt he had a nurturing bone in his body.
“What do you have in mind, Sal? You need to be careful. She’s still the enemy no matter how sexy she is,” he warns me.
I turn to Riccardo with a grin. “You noticed that too, huh?”
“She’s trouble. Spoiled too, if she owns the car you said. After the upheaval following her father’s death, she probably feels displaced and not able to fit in anywhere. I sense major anger issues, my friend, tread lightly. For her to try and kill you with her bare hands is pretty fucking ballsy.” I take in his stoic face that cracks just a bit. “And at the gala, of all places,” he scoffs.
“Right? But if you think about it, it’s the mafia way, better executed obviously.”
“Obviously, but she’s like a ghost. My God, I felt her there and then she was on me in one leap. What is she, part cat?”
“Ha, you would be so lucky to have a woman that flexible in the sack.” Riccardo’s comeback surprises me.
I haven’t been with anyone since Carla and I’m horny as fuck. I had to turn around when we left the wine cellar because my cock was hard and visible. I didn’t want her to notice.
She’s very observant and has a knack for reading people which comes in handy in this line of work. But not so handy when I want to hide something.
“What are you thinking, Sal?”
“I’m thinking she would be a great head of security for me. I mean, if she got the jump on me, someone else can too.”
“True, but how can you trust her? Her dad was psychotic, and she’s probably not stable herself. You need to be careful.”
“I know, trust me.”
We arrive at my house. My car is in the driveway just past my gate and I know Riccardo took care of that for me. He’s a man of his word.
“Thanks for tonight.” I shake Riccardo’s hand and make my way into my house, dropping my keys in a glass dish in the entrance way, and turning on the TV to stream Italian music.
I slide off my jacket hanging it in my closet along with my pants to be dry cleaned. I feel dusty and dirty from the damp wine cellar. Standing under a hot shower, I let the water wash over me and when I close my eyes, it’s Francesca’s tight little body that makes my dick hard. I can’t deny that I’m horny for her, all thoughts of Carla are obliterated.
How can I be so attracted to someone who is on my family's list of enemies?