I didn’t have the best poker face.
Dante stood in front of the stove, dressed in a black suit, his dark hair short and off his forehead. He gripped the spoon in his hand, burning a hole through me with his eyes.
Is he cooking for us?
Stefan sat at the bar beside his scary twin, the corners of his mouth turning up into one of his sweet but deadly smiles.
Angelo patted his thigh again, a terrifying glare on his handsome but scarred face.
I sauntered over to him and put my hands on my hips. “Yes?”
“On your knees,” he growled.
“What?” I choked out, horrified by his demand. “No.”
He put his hand on my head and pushed me to the floor. “Put that mouth of yours to good use.” Then he spread his thighs and reached between us to unzip his pants. “Next time, you’ll learn how to speak to me.”
My body trembled as I looked up at him, my knees aching from the hard floor. I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away.
“Lo,” Dante said to Angelo. “We’re eating. Stop thinking with your dick.”
The tip of his hard cock poked through the slit in his boxers. I thought he had a piercing. But I didn’t get a good enough look before he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.
As I rose from the floor, they looked at me like I was the meal.
I glanced at Dante. “Are you making dinner for me?”
He rolled his eyes. “Fuck, no.”
“Big bro only cooks for us,” Stefan said with one of his boyish smiles. “He’s like Julia Child or some shit.”
Angelo laughed. “Or Betty Cocker.”
“It’s Crocker, you dumb fuck,” Nico said.
He shrugged. “I know that, pretty boy.”
Dante’s nostrils flared. “All of you shut the fuck up.” His eyes drifted between the twins. “If I hadn’t looked after you when you were kids, you’d probably be dead.” Then he turned his back to us and stirred the sauce in the pan on the stove. “Get ready for dinner, Miss Vianello. You have three minutes to sit your ass in that chair.” He pointed at the dining room table. “Or you’ll go to bed without eating.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Okay, Daddy Dante.”
Angelo heard me and laughed.
Stefan snorted. “Does that apply to us, too?”
“All of you.”
“That’s okay,” Stefan said with an attitude. “We’ll just eat Ava’s pussy.”
“Like fucking hell you will.” Dante gripped the spoon in his hand like a weapon. “The three of you have already disrespected this family enough. I will not tolerate your insubordination. Sit at the table. Now!”
Angelo squeezed my ass with his big hands and dipped his head to whisper, “Daddy doesn’t like to wait. Run along, little lamb.”
Sparks of electricity rushed down my arms, and I hated how much I enjoyed his touch, especially after he pushed me to my knees.
Asshole.
I walked out of the kitchen and headed straight to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I breathed through my nose and clutched the sink. My pulse pounded in my ears, making my head spin.