"If you want my help, then I need to be assured that you are doing your best to resist him," Nonna says in a smooth voice. "Do I have your assurance, Aurora?"
I blink, then nod. "Of course, you do.
"And you?" She turns to Cass. "Can I count on you to stop my grandson the next time he comes around, failing which you need to alert me?"
"Yes, Nonna," Cass folds her fingers together, "you can count on me."
Just then, a loud clanging reaches us.
17
Christian
A clanging sound fills the space. I walk over to the speaker in the wall from which the sound emerges, just as it fades away. "Dinner is served," a voice hollers from it. It’s Gino, no doubt. I wince as I depress the button on the panel, cutting off the sound. Silence descends.Grazie al cazzo! Thank fuck.If that’s how we are going to be summoned for meals, I will have to speak to Nonna about it.
There’s a brief knock on the main door of the chalet before it’s pushed open. Massimo’s frame fills the space before he steps in.
"Dinner is—"
"Served." I grimace. "I know; I heard."
"Doubt anyone missed that." He chuckles.
"Glad you find it funny." I rub the back of my neck.
"You have to admit, it’s an effective way of grabbing our attention."
"What-fucking-ever," I growl.
I returned to my chalet after my grandmother almost walked in on me stuffing my cock down my fiancée’s throat. Of course, I knew that it would have to be quick when I pushed her down on her knees… What surprised me, though, was the ardor with which she thew herself into the job. She sucked me off, wrung me dry, closed that hot mouth of hers around my swollen cock, and all thought flew from my head. At that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if all of my brothers had walked in on us, though that might have been less embarrassing than having my grandmother find us. On the bright side, we were done by the time Nonna walked in, though she still found us kissing. Hopefully, she assumes it was a romantic gesture on my part, or some such shit. No doubt, she thinks that I can’t keep my hands off of my fiancée. Which is true. And she’s your fake fiancée, remember?
"You seem to be upset about something,fratellino."
"Me, upset?" I growl. "What gives you that idea?"
"I don’t know; maybe because when I walked in, you were scowling at that speaker like you were going to rip it out of the wall and jump on it."
"Now that you mention it…"
"I was only kidding." Massimo smirks. "But if that helps you get rid of some of the frustration that you are, no doubt, harboring inside, then be my guest."
"Frustration?" I draw myself up to my full height. "You trying to tell me something, amico mio?"
"It’s no secret that Nonna has thrown a wrench in your plan."
"And what plan is that?" I ask in a low voice.
"The one where you try to seduce your fianceé before your marriage."
"Like you haven’t slept around?"
"I’m not going to marry any of them."
"You mean to say when you choose your bride, you’re going to consummate your marriage on the wedding night?"
"You bet; it’s how things are done in the Mafia, isn’t it?"
"Next, you’ll tell me that you’re going to marry a virgin."