I smile. “Maybe you want to be the villain.”
She shakes her head. “No, you’re trying to paint me as the villain, but you’re the one who vanished from Nico’s life for five years. You hate that I’m part of his life now,” she says, stopping near the black marble counter in the open kitchen.
Angel and Bets approach.
“All clear,” Angel says.
“Leave us,” I order as I sit in one of the plush high-back chairs.
Angel steps toward Lucy. “I have to search you.”
“But she gets to remain armed,” she gripes.
“You can place your gun on the counter. I will do the same,” I say pulling my Glock from my purse and laying it on the counter. The sunlight hit the huge diamond on my left hand, drawing Lucy’s eyes to it.
Her nostrils flare. The bitch is so jealous. Fucking good.
Standing in a pair of burgundy yoga pants and a pink tank, she throws her hands in the air. “Where would I keep a gun in this outfit? But go ahead and search me.”
Angel frisks her while Bets steps behind the kitchen counter, checking the drawers. He pulls out three handguns.
“She’s clean,” Angel announces.
“Boss, we can’t leave you alone with Lucy,” Bets says.
I snicker at his pettiness to keep the name I gave her going.
“We’ll wait near the door,” he says.
I’m sure the weapons in the drawers gave him pause.
“Those were put there by Nico for my protection. He said if anyone broke in I was to use them.”
My blood boils under my skin. I hate thinking that Nico kept her safe.
“Fine,” I say to my team.
“This is what happens when you’re to become the second Donna of the Pitucco family.”
Her green eyes narrow. “Just announce it already.”
“I’m getting married to Nico tomorrow. You may have been there for him over the years, but that’s over-”
“It’s not over,” she cuts off my words. “He’ll need me. I give the best massages. You’re a frigid bitch. He’ll only be able to tolerate you for so long.”
“Oh, because you think you know so much about me. You know nothing. Nico and I have been a thing since we were in high school. Now he’s made it clear I am to be his wife.”
“Yeah, but not in the traditional sense. It’s a mafia marriage. He can’t expect you to please him. So, I’ll be his goomah.”
I lean forward. “I don’t give a fuck how you rode his dick and made him come.”
“Think I’ll fuck him tonight. That big dick is so good,” she moans, biting down on the corner of her lower lip.
My hand opens and closes. I’m two seconds away from grabbing the Glock and blowing her brains out.
I then remember this is why I didn’t want my bodyguards here. Things are about to get ugly.
“You like all the hair around his balls, huh?”
