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CESARE CAN'T SEEM TOkeep his hands to himself as he towels me dry after our shower. His fingers casually tease my nipples as he hooks my bra close at the back, and heaccidentallymakes my pussy quiver as he checks the seamless fit of my panties.
He asks me to choose something sleeveless for some reason, so I opt for a little black dress that makes me feel rather elegant. I want to ask him if I'm overdressed, but as soon as I come down, Cesare informs me thatLa Stregais waiting for us at her private study.
"Sit down, please."
While the older woman no longer terrifies me the way she had yesterday, I still find her vastly intimidating, and I end up answering her like a newly recruited soldier being interrogated by his commander.
"I hope you slept well,bambina?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you seem to be getting along with my grandson,sì?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you have any complaints? Any worries?"
"No, ma'am."
"You weren't this nervous with me the first time."
That's because yesterday, I was mostly in shock, but now that the truth of her identity has truly sunk in, and I find myself recalling of all the other gory stories I've heard of howLa Stregahas tortured those stupid enough to piss her off—-
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
The older woman glances at Cesare, asking, "Is she also like this with you?"
"Not at all," her grandson drawls. "But maybe that's also because most of the time we're busy turning each other on—-"
"Cesare!"
His grandmother and I end up saying his name at the same time, withLa Stregasounding outraged while mine comes out in a dismayed squeak.
Cesare only smirks. "You can't say it didn't work."
La Stregaand I look at each other...and we end up grimacing at the same time.
Grrr.
Both of us find it rather galling to realize that Cesare's absolutely right, and although our conversation takes a serious turn after that, it's indeed true that I no longer feel nervous or intimidated inLa Strega's presence.
"The whole of New England has not been involved in the drug trade ever since I took the reins of ourfamiglia.It was about a year ago, however, that we started to hear rumors about someone from the Sorrentos wanting to change this. That's when I knew I had to do everything to find you—-"
"Because you believe be able to put a stop to it," I say quietly, "through my marriage to Cesare."
"Oh no,bambina. I don't just believe this. I know it will be so, and I mean it to be so.Ourfamigliais ready to go to war with whoever opposes us on this, but let us hope it will not come to that,sì?In the meantime..."La Stregareaches over the desk to gently squeeze my hand, saying, "I know you are looking forward to meeting your grandmother, but for now it is best to keep your existence a secret, just to keep anyone from...meddling.Va bene?"
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THINGS HAVE STARTEDto feel overwhelmingly surreal again by the time Cesare and I leave his grandmother's study, and it's only when I'm already in the passenger seat of Cesare's sports car, and he's driving past the ornate gates of the Marchetti Mansion that I finally manage to get out of my thoughts.
I glance at the rearview mirror, and my heart skips a beat when I realize there doesn't seem to be a convoy of cars full of bodyguards following us.
If it's truly just the two of us now, then...is it safe to assume we're about to have our first date?
Eep.
The thought makes me giddy as a schoolgirl, and my heart starts racing when I turn my gaze to mymafiaboss.
