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“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Luca,” I sigh, “just spill it.”
He grinds his teeth and squeezes the steering wheel. “Am I too extreme? Do you need me to ‘loosen the reins,’ as Damian put it?”
“Is this about the clothes thing?”
“Everything,” he says and looks at me. “Do you need me to loosen the reins, Isabella?”
“No. But maybe you could reciprocate in some way.” I smirk and lean to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been thinking, if you get tokeep your finger in my pussy while I sleep, I get to do this while you drive.”
Smiling, I reach my left hand over and place it on his crotch, putting a little pressure in just the right spot. The car swivels slightly while his cock hardens under my palm. Luca turns his head to look at me and his nostrils flare. I press a little harder and he inhales sharply.
“From now on,” he says, “when you’re driving with me, that’s where your hand will be. The whole time. Am I clear Isabella?”
“Of course, Luca.”
He looks at me sideways and I see a corner of his lips curve slightly. “When we get back home, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I squeeze his cock.
“Salvatore Ajello?” Francesco’s hand stills halfway to the coffee cup, his eyes wide. “Crime families rarely go into business ventures together. Too much possibility for a conflict of interest. And I’ve never heard of the New York Family reaching out to someone for collaboration. From what I’ve heard, he rarely leaves New York. And members of other families are strongly”—he clears his throat—“discouraged from visiting his region unless specifically invited.”
“What if someone ventures there without invitation?” Isabella throws in.
During the drive, we agreed she’ll ask the questions, so as not to raise any suspicions in the event I slip up and mention Ajello in front of Francesco at some point.
“He ends up being sent back home. In a body bag. Sometimes in more than one bag,” Francesco says, then turns to me. “Be careful, Luca. That man is not to be taken lightly.”
“Have you met him?” Isabella asks.
“No. But your grandfather did. He didn’t like him. He said, and I quote, ‘There are ruthless people, and then there is Salvatore Ajello.’ He didn’t elaborate other than mentioning that he’d never met a man who seemed so dead inside.”
“Sounds promising.” I smile. “How old is he?”
“I have no idea. He was a capo until he took over the Family two years ago, so I assume he’s in his forties or fifties. There are no photos of him that I know of. I’ve never heard of him visiting any public event. The way he took over the don’s position created quite an uproar. He stormed into the Family meeting and killed the old don and the other six capos.”
“A maniac.” I snort. Perfect.
Francesco leans over the table. “If you do agree to collaborate on something with him, it could potentially make us millions. Nobody can confirm it, but rumor has it he owns half of New York.”
“We’ll see.” I shrug and take a sip of my coffee.
Chapter 19
Luca walks through the front door as I am descending the stairs and the moment his eyes land on me, his eyebrows furrow. He passes his gaze down my white shirt and tight beige miniskirt, then moves his eyes back to lock them with mine. I smirk and lean my hip on the banister, enjoying the look of displeasure that passes his face. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly climbs the stairs and stops on the step below me.
“I thought I picked the navy dress for you today, Isabella,” he says and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “Did I not?”
“You did.” I tilt my head up and smile, “But I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t do what you said. Maybe I was looking forward to being . . . punished for my misbehavior.”
The corner of Luca’s lips curves up and his hand moves lower to squeeze my butt cheek.
“To the bedroom,” he whispers next to my ear, then squeezes my butt cheek again. “Run.”
I squeal and dash up the stairs. When I’m in the middle of the second staircase I look down and see Luca climbing them in a relaxed manner.
