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I graze a fingertip over the pucker of her ass. Just the tiniest touch.
“Oh mygod.” My maid jerks and thrashes in her chair, wailing loud enough to bring down the mansion, her cheeks red hot. She comes and comes and comes, body pulsing around my fingers, and the thought of my length wedged in there instead—it makes my throat dry.
The thud of footsteps is our only warning. I draw my fingers out and tug her dress down, moving to block her from view as the door slams open.
Santo glares down at me, lip curled in disgust. “For fuck’s sake.”
Seven
Holly
Turns out De Rossi doesn’t just want me to turn on the Governor. He wants a private tour around the politician’s mansion, and he wants it tonight.
“Are you sure?” I squeak, swaying on the back seat of one of his fancy cars hours later as we’re swept through the dark countryside. Diego’s wedged right beside me, his thigh flush against mine, and the mob boss watches us coolly from the seat opposite.
I’m in my gray maid’s uniform. The one from my job before.
Feels like a thousand years ago.
“This is so risky,” I say, pleading with De Rossi to believe me. “Governor Edwards has tons of security, and if anyone recognizes you—”
“No one will recognize me.”
“But if theydo,his security detail are all armed—”
“Governor Edwards has a private function this evening.” De Rossi smiles, and my heart beats faster, but not like how it does for Diego. This must be how little furry rodents feel when they get cornered by a snake. “He’s been hoping for a dinner invitation at the admiral’s home for months, and then tonight he received one out of the blue. His security team will attend as a matter of course. Isn’t that convenient?”
The car lurches around a bend. I feel sick.
“My sister…”
“Is safe and settling into her new room at the compound as we speak.” De Rossi picks an invisible fleck of dust off his fancy suit pants. Even when breaking and entering, he dresses like he’s attending a gala. Ice blue eyes flick up to me as he says, “You really don’t have a choice, you know.”
Diego shifts beside me, his mouth turned down behind his beard. He doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like the way I’m risking myself tonight, going back into the lion’s den—or theotherlion’s den, I suppose. But the mob boss is right: what’s my alternative? Frankly, I’m surprised to still be alive.
If this is the penance De Rossi wants from me, I’ll pay it and be thankful, because something tells me that if Diego weren’t so freaking attached, I wouldn’t be nearly so lucky.
Even if thisisa terrible idea.
“Well, there will still be the regular security guards. So we should go in through the staff entrance and stick to the service corridors, and if anyone catches us… we’ll need a cover story.”
“We’ll say I’m your lover. There for an illicit tryst.”
I snort, just as Diego bristles beside me, my brawny mobster suddenly puffing up and filling two thirds of the car. An illicit tryst? Who talks like that?
“Fine,” I agree, because it’s the most believable explanation, even if in reality I much prefer scars and swollen knuckles to fancy waistcoats. “Let’s hope we don’t get caught then.”
De Rossi’s mouth flattens as he glances over me. “Indeed.”
Diego’s still grumbling under his breath when we pull to a stop on a dirt path near Governor Edwards’ grounds, our vehicle hidden by thick woodland. It’s the closest we can get without using the driveway and drawing attention, and I’m feeling pretty smug that I thought of it.
The night is freezing when we step out into the darkness, doors shutting quietly. I shiver in my maid’s dress and blink at the second vehicle idling behind us.
“Why do we need two cars?”
De Rossi sniffs, his features extra sharp in the headlights. “We’ll leave separately. The reasons are none of your concern.”
Whatever. This is the weirdest night of my life, and we’ve barely started yet. “Come on, then.”
