“Sister.” Antonio comes to a stop in front of me, his eyes casting down to the woman in my arms before flicking back to mine. “I guess you decided not to share.”
I growl low in my throat. “Back off, Ant. Some asshole assaulted her in the hallway.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, his entire demeanor changes. Gone is my happy-go-lucky best friend, replaced by a stone-cold killer. He may be laid-back most of the time, but I can feel his anger like a raging wind, filling the entire room.
“And you let him live?”
Antonio looms over me, seething in anger and searching for an outlet for the emotions swirling inside him. He stands in front of us, chest heaving with anger. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as he clenches his fists at his side.
His entire body is trembling with fury until Celia whimpers softly. The moment his eyes land on her, everything softens. His entire body relaxes as if knowing that she’s safe and unharmed is the only thing he needs right now. He reaches forward, running his fingers across her pinched brow, and she immediately relaxes.
Interesting. It seems I’m not the only one who is champing at the bit to learn more about this girl.
“I called security. Getting her far away from him was my number one priority,” I grumble, my eyes focusing on Celia again.
Her long, blonde hair is feathered around her head as if someone arranged it perfectly. Her hand is clutched tightly around my shirt as if I’m her anchor to reality. The light filters across her face, giving her an angelic glow as I pull her closer, but it’s still not close enough.
My cock hardens as I bury my nose in her hair and take in a deep breath, committing her intoxicating scent to memory. I don’t know a thing about this girl. Where she came from. Why she’s asking questions about our business. But right now, none of that matters as the overwhelming need to claim her as my own courses through me.
“We’re so fucked,” I deadpan, not wanting to wake up the sleeping beauty in my bed.
Antonio laughs softly beside me and leans down slightly to plant a chaste kiss on her forehead before brushing against her lips
I expect to feel some jealousy when their lips touch, but I get even harder. I have a voyeur kink, preferring to watch my friends enjoy themselves instead of participating, but after meeting Celia, I have a feeling things are going to change. The idea of watching Salvatore and Antonio take pleasure from her body doesn’t seem like it will be enough.
“This… changes things.” His eyes flick to mine, searching for something. An answer to his question, maybe.
“What things exactly?”
Antonio raises his eyebrow, motioning toward Celia’s body resting against my chest. “None of us planned on this happening. Her happening. And with this asshole after her…” His voice trails off, but I know every emotion running through his body.
Something has shifted inside me, in both of us, as if every cell in our bodies has rearranged themselves. It’s like a craving none of us knew existed before she stepped into the room tonight. I need to have this woman writhing beneath me, between me and my two best friends, for all of eternity.
My body continues to move on autopilot as I lean down to brush a few stray hairs from her face and inch closer to her mouth. I’m powerless to stop this pull I feel between us, all three of us. Just this once, I want to give in and take what I want from this girl without worrying about the consequences.
Just a little taste.
My eyes drop shut, and I inch closer, our lips only a few centimeters away from each other. Just as I’m about to press my lips to hers, someone clears their throat loudly. My eyes fly open, turning to see Salvatore standing leisurely in the doorway. His dark eyes are hard, judging me in my moment of weakness.
I snap up straight, tightening my grip around Celia as Antonio steps between his brother and us, hiding her tiny body from his view.
Salvatore stares, not even blinking once, narrowing his eyes at both of us. He doesn’t say a word or spare either of us a glance, but we all know what he’s thinking.
If we want to keep her, find out what she’s hiding.
“I’m going to ask you something you won’t like, but it needs to be done,” Salvatore fumed.
“If you’re asking either of us to stay away from her, that ain’t happening, brother.” Antonio’s agitation with the entire situation is clear on his face. “We’re keeping her. End of story.”
“She isn’t a lost puppy, Antonio. She’s a human being with secrets we’ve yet to uncover. He’s only doing what he thinks is best for all of us.” I groan, hoping we could avoid this conversation altogether.
Playing devil’s advocate between these two isn’t new to me. Most of the time, I step in, stopping things from escalating too quickly, but I’m finding it harder than usual to do my job. My focus is split between protecting this family from any outside influences and wanting to give all my attention on the woman in my arms. We need to expose her secrets in order for me to protect this family, and there’s no better way to do it than to keep her close to us. Salvatore knows this, but he doesn’t have to like it. Salvatore is standing in our way for good reason. But it seems all reason went flying out the window the moment this woman stepped into our private room at Club Sin.
Salvatore chuckles, but there’s no humor in his voice. “Gotta wonder when my commands started being mistaken as requests, brother.”
He strolls across the room, the picture of ease, coming to a stop in front of his brother. Being identical twins has its perks. The two of them are a perfect replica of the other, but they couldn’t be any more different. Salvatore is serious and more composed, the exact opposite of Antonio most of the time, but at times, they’re two raging storms on a direct collision path with each other.
Being the head of a mafia family has its benefits. The most important being your word is law. I can count on one hand how many times Antonio or anyone else went against Sal’s instruction, treating them more like suggestions than anything else. If Antonio is choosing right now to go against his brother’s will, his feelings for this girl must be stronger than I thought.