Page 26 of Mafia Manipulator


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He shook his head, coming around the counter to stand in front of me. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Before I could ask what, his lips were pressed to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. Surprise lit through me, yet my poor, attention deprived body soaked up every ounce he gave me. I whimpered into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. Maybe I wasn’t attracted to what’s his name, after all. Perhaps I just wanted a little company of the male persuasion.

When Robbie pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine and exhaled. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Same could be said about you.” I stared up at him. “Should we try this again in the other room?”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

Me too.

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat on the couch, making out, laughing at stupid stories. I wish I could’ve indulged in mine with him, but telling him what college I went to or where I came from would fuck me over in the long run, so I lied. I did the one thing Miceli asked that I never do. Pushing the thought out of my mind, I poured the last of the Burgundy into my glass, then frowned. Had I really drank the entire bottle?

“Yeah, you did. I didn’t help you,” Robbie said with a snigger. “I can’t get drunk while on the job. Even if I am off duty. So, that’s on you.”

Well. Shit. I giggled, taking a swallow of the rest of the bottle, knowing full well tomorrow I’d feel the aftereffects. Tonight, I wanted to drown my sorrows and destroy how pathetic I was being. “It’s fantastic.” Dry with a soft hint of sweet. The flavor also held notes of tartness I liked. I was a sweet and sour freak. Warheads were my favorite type of candy as a kid along with Sour Patch Kids.

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

I hummed. “What would you say to a night of free sex?” I murmured from over the rim of my glass. “I know what you said about protecting us, however, your dick has been pressing into my hip for a little over an hour now and well, if that isn’t thebiggestinvitation ever, I don’t know what is.”

Robbie kissed me again, plucking the glass from between my fingers and placing it on the table in front of us. He fixed our position, so I straddled his lap, pushing me closer to his hard body. Yes, I didn’t want Miceli. I wanted the dick attached to him. I could fully admit that now. Robbie’s fingers caressed my sides, slipping under the hem of my shirt. Heat bloomed where he touched me. I moaned into his kiss, enjoying the way we fit together.

Miceli? Miceli who?

“What the fuck is going on here?” Miceli’s booming voice startled us apart. “Did you drink a bottle of my expensive wine?” His ire rubbed me the wrong way. How dare he say anything?

“I spent the evening entertaining your daughter,” I said, crawling off of Robbie’s lap, feeling every bit of the false bravado the bottle of wine afforded me at the moment. “Which, I shouldn’t have to remind you, is upstairs, sleeping and doesn’t need to hear yelling.”

“Collins,” Robbie whispered, “don’t do this. Mr. Daidone, it’s not what it seems.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Stop apologizing, Robbie.” Snapping my attention back to the person in front of me, I waggled my finger at him. “I am on my downtime, after working all day being a tutor with your daughter. I have seen to feeding everyone on the property, including Mrs. Petry, if she wanted some of our food. I watched a movie and talked to Rocca, something you don’t seem to be interested in doing with your daughter. So, you don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing once I’m off the clock.” Oh yeah, I went hard. Stupid, really. I couldn’t afford to lose this job, but on the flip side, damn it all to hell! If Miceli was going to choose a trollip like Brooke who would use him for his money and his dick, he couldn’t say shit about who I was with either.

“Boss, I didn’t explain the rules very well to Collins before she invited me over for drinks. This is my fault, not hers,” Robbie pleaded on my behalf.

“No, don’t do that.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to pull myself from the ledge before I said something stupid—not that I hadn’t already. Go big or go home, that’s me in a nutshell. “I knew what I was doing when I asked you to join me.” I met Miceli’s gaze with mine. Anger blazed in those ebon depths. Why ever he’d be angry was beyond me. “Besides, shouldn’t you be with your new fiancé, anyway? She really seemed to eat up the fact she was wearing your ring.” The words tasted like ash on my tongue, and I hated them before they fell from my lips. I also exposed the jealousy coursing through my veins. Damn it. I was too drunk for this. “You know what, some of us have worked all day. I’m tired, and I’m going to bed. Thank you for a wonderful evening, Robbie. I appreciate you.”

I started for the backdoor, resigned to the fact I should probably start packing my bags now, because come the morning, I’d be fired. Which I’d wholly deserve after the scene I caused. Add in the fact I drank a twenty-five hundred dollar bottle of Burgundy. Well, whatever happened next was all on me, and my childish need to get even with everyone, including the world, it seemed.

Because fuck this ride. I wanted to get off. Now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Miceli’s harsh whisper was so close to my ear, I startled, jerking to a stop, my hand braced on the knob to leave.

“Home so I can sleep and leave in the morning. It’s obvious I’ve overstayed my welcome.” I didn’t need to hear the words, “you’re fired,” to know what I’d done would cause me to lose the best job I had, and the protection we needed. I’d fucked everything up because I was being a petty, jealous bitch.

“You don’t get to walk out of this house like you’ve been wronged, Collins,” he hissed in displeasure. “You barely know me, yet you’re pissed the fuck off because I left with another woman. Why is that?”

“Whose fault is that?” I refused to look at him or give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his words hurt me. “You put your fingers in my vagina, then you run off with someone else, who, oh by the way, wears your ring. Fuck off, Miceli. I don’t have time to play stupid games.” He needled at me. Pushed me to my breaking point, then kept going.

He chuckled softly. “You’re jealous. How... Cute.”

“You have a rather high opinion of yourself.” I turned the knob. “What do I have to be jealous of, Miceli? Not like we’re in a relationship or you were considering one with me. That would mean I’d have to have a high of an opinion of myself as well. Plus, you’re almost as old as my father would have been. That’s gross.”

I couldn’t stand there any longer. I needed to get out of the house. If I continued the bantering game we were playing, I’d end up saying something I’d regret—not that I hadn’t already, but this, this was worse. High tailing it across the lawn, I could feel Miceli’s heated gaze across my back as I hurried to get inside. Oh God, I’d fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I was going to lose my job. Probably already did. How was I going to tell Kyle what happened or why we had to leave? The pleasant buzz I had going soured my stomach, churning my gut. Oh, I was going to be so sick.

Fuck. My. Life.

Miceli

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