And I’ll get the upper hand over Francesca by making her be my bodyguard for this date. I’ll find out where her boiling point is because the sexual tension between us is making me crazy.
As for Francesca, she is turning out to be a tough nut to crack. She may be keeping it all business, but she’s not succeeding in fooling me. Not totally.
Her heavy breathing when we’re next to each other tells me all I need to know . . . and more. And to be nice, I send her to stores with Matteo to get what she wants while I take a shower, snack, and lie down to rest.
I have a long night ahead of me however I can’t stop from thinking about Francesca’s pert breasts and curvy butt. Her eyes flash from green to jewled emerald, depending on her mood. I’d like to think emerald is when she’s hot and bothered as I notice it more when I’m closer to her and they are green when she’s with others.
I lay staring at the ceiling and missing her which is crazy because we just met and she’s right down the hallway. How do you miss someone you don’t even know? I mean, what do we have in common besides a shitload of money and a fondness for nice cars?
And we’re both mafia. That’s a huge plus. We understand our world and our places in it.
The only shared experience I can add to that list is her attempt on my life followed by an interrogation in a damp wine cellar. Not exactly the stuff you hang your hopes on or tell your grandchildren.
What can I offer her? She doesn’t need me. She’s a self-sustaining package, and if it were not for her obvious contempt for men in general, she could have any man she wants.
I roll over and punch my pillow. I’m going to have to show her what I’m made of and quickly. Six months passes in no time, especially at her age surrounded by horny Italian men.
13
Francesca
Damn if Sal’s not hotter than that soccer player, Beckham. He casually stands there like the king in this castle knowing full well his naked chest is popping out. He makes himself look so innocent but he’s trying to throw me off my game and I have a job to do.
Until Sofia is found, I can’t let up. Each day lost means she’s slipping away.
And fuck me. How am I supposed to live and work with him flashing those abs and pecs around? For sure he can withstand quite a few of my punches from the eye candy shot I got this morning.
His face is as close to perfection as I can imagine, and I love the morning stubble on his face giving him that rough yet not so rough vision that turns me on.
I’d love to run my hand down the side of his face, feel the roughness under my manicured natural nails and cup his chin, pulling him into me, but I’d never touch him like that.
His grey eyes remind me of his moods and even if he wasn’t the top echelon in the family, I’d never be so forward with a man I barely know and certainly not one that is connected.
I vowed to myself I’d never marry anyone in the family and that means no dating. If I don’t date a bad guy, I won’t be tempted to marry one.
It’s not the life I want. I have this small window in which I might escape my past. If I can keep my mind on work and stop these rampant thoughts driven by lust and loneliness, I’ll be fine.
Besides, it’s more important that we find Sofia, that’s why I came here and why I’m staying. It’s strange how fate changes or lives. I came to kill Sal and now we are teamed up to find Sofi and get the low down on the Albanian mafia encroaching on his clubs. Sal has proved useful in many ways.
I think my bra top make his dick pop and now that I’m dressing for my first recon mission at the club, I have a cute smirk on my face as I know I have the power to make him regret making me stay and work with him.
He’ll be so horny he’ll be picking up a girl from the club and fucking her up against the back wall of his office before long.
This house is very nice, and I feel like I’m on a vacation except for Matteo and his gun and my locked bedroom door at night.
But in all honesty, I can’t complain about my treatment, and I don’t have unknown men behind hidden cameras watching me like they used to do at the Conti compound. I’m not sure where all the cameras were but I never took any chances, one wrong word and you become one of the those that just disappears.
I spent the afternoon shopping for clubbing clothes and found some cute designer items and a small handbag with matching shoes. It felt nice to be almost on my own and doing things that are normal for someone of my age and stature.
We have no proof that the Albanians are behind the deal with my family, and I don’t need any new enemies. I have enough from my own tribe. Actually, my own tribe might be more of an issue as I don’t have any eyes or ears in the place.
The wake of a don creates a void that becomes a free for all, like the dash to get theGoblet of Fireand I have no idea who has an alliance with whom, so I’m really screwed.
I’m pissed they sent me up here with vengeance on my mind to take out Sal, but Sal showed me their accounts and there are no transactions with my family, and I believe him. Why would my family lie to me? The two families have hated each other forever so it’s odd they would make a deal of any kind. That is a fact.
I have to protect myself and working under the dim lighting at the bar helps but it’s not enough. A blonde who looks ripped like me is going to get noticed and that’s not conducive to obtaining information while remaining an enigma. However, I can play the part of a fixer.
I don’t know who my family’s enemies are and where I might stumble over them so an ounce of prevention will go a long way in keeping me and Sal safe. I’ve taught him some quick moves in a short amount of time.