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It’s been three days, and I’m starting to lose my mind. Like a dog who has been trained, I stand by the door, knowing the times they come. The door opens, and I smile at Violetta before checking past her to see if I can push my way out. She smiles at me, and I can instantly tell she read my mind. “He’ll come around. When Luca doesn’t understand something, it frustrates him.”
I want to ask what she means, but the door closes, and that familiar click of the lock going back in its place comes.
Another day passes. I noticed some thread and a needle were forgotten, so I take up the job of sewing the dress back together. My mother sewed a lot of my clothing and taught me. I wonder if she’s noticed I never came and saw her this week. I also wonder when my father’s army will come in guns blazing to get me back.
My door clicks open, and I don’t bother to see who it is. It’s not until I hear the familiar Italian being spoken that I recognize it’s the two ladies from before. Glancing over my shoulder, I see them rolling clothing in once again.
“He wants you ready in an hour,” Cecilia says in English.
My dress is taken from my hands while my hair is pulled while being brushed.
“What are you doing?” I stand up.
“Why, we’re getting you ready. It will be our jobs if you’re not ready in time.”
Grabbing the brush, I run it through my hair. I’m not used to this degree of so-called being pampered. Browsing through the clothes, I see they are all designer names. And I don’t mean Gap, which in my world is as designer as I got growing up, much to my father’s dismay.
These are thousands of dollars types of designer pieces. I run my hand over each one, trying not to smile. What can I say? I’m a girl who loves clothes.
Grabbing a pair of light-pink pants that are frayed along the thighs and a white shirt that falls off the shoulder, I put them on and feel more like myself. I wonder if he would let me go to my apartment. I need to get in contact with my girls.
I start to devise a plan. He’s a businessman. If I talk to him, businesswoman to businessman, he’s bound to understand. Once I check in with my girls and get my laptop, I can work from here until I figure out how to get away unscathed. I’ve been surrounded by powerful men like Luca most of my life. They don’t give up without a fight. It’s also why I’m the perfect madam. Everyone thinks I’m the geek who excels at numbers, who spends her time reading and allowing others to control her. Well, I’m not that girl. I’ve been able to manipulate most men into thinking my ideas are theirs. I just have to allow Luca to believe he’s won until I take it all away from him.
Going to the window, I open the blinds. Just like my father’s men, some stay near the entrance, their guns on display. Farther out, there is a large metal gate with many men keeping watch.
Luca
Isitinmyfather’s office, along with him, our concierge, and my cousin Pauly. I’m having a hard time focusing, something that never happens. But all I can think about is how Aly’s fingers raked across my skull and how her pussy clenched my tongue as I gave her a taste of what’s to come.
“Send Mancini a wedding invite dated a month from now,” I say, trying to push thoughts of Aly away for business.
“I thought it was next week,” my dumbass cousin retorts.
“Follow it up with an engagement party two weeks from now. He’ll make his play then.” By then I will have Aly firmly on my side, and when I parade her around, she will fully be mine, her father no longer in her thoughts. She will choose me over him, and I’ll get to watch it gut him. Then while he’s weak, we can take over.
“Who are we inviting?” my father asks.
“All of the families,” I reply, and my father seems to fight off a smile. For once, I think he may be proud.
He nods. “After the party, you will be made,” he says, referring to me becoming a made man. That title alone makes me unstoppable. It gives me the license to do whatever the fuck I want. I’ll be able to rise through the ranks and take my father’s position when the time naturally comes.
“How do we know they’ll even show?” Pauly questions with a half chuckle, as if he doesn’t think they’ll do as I predict. I have to refrain from pulling my gun on him. I have no idea how he’s lived this long with his simple way of thinking.
“Mancini will use this as his opportunity to assassinate me and take his baby girl. The other families will simply want to watch and see who comes out on top. They’ll want to find out which one of us is weak.”
“We’ll be ready for him,” my father adds, backing me up. Standing up, I take the three steps toward him. Picking up his hand, I kiss it. My father is the smartest man I’ve ever met. He is the most respected as well.
My cousin follows on my heels, our shoes slapping against the tile floor until we reach outside.
“Hey, Smiley,” he calls for my attention, using my nickname. Turning, I wait for him to continue. “I got a date this weekend, but she won’t come unless her friend comes. How about you relax for once and get some tension off those shoulders.”
Stepping into him, I say, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m about to be married, and you’re asking if I want to go out on a date?” My hands curl into the jacket of his suit.
“I just thought you might want a night out. Didn’t realize you liked the enemy’s pussy.”
My instinct is to pick up my gun. One hand uncurls from his jacket, moving to tighten around my gun, and I lift it to hold to his head.
“I’m your cousin, Smiley. We’re family,” he tries to remind me.Coward.
