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I snort a laugh. “Bullshit, really, where did you go?”
She turns and sticks out her tongue, and we both giggle. Then she glances across as we pass the entrance to Gennero’s workshop.
Down at the end of the hall leading into the kitchen, she stops and I spin to see her forehead furrow as she bites into her lip.
“I have a couple of things to check with Mama about the decorations for the breakfast tomorrow I forgot to go over with her.”
“What things?” I narrow my eyes. “I can help if you want—”
She shakes her head. “Nope, I’m good. Get some sleep. You look exhausted. Did you eat anything today?”
“Yes…” She knows that question will lock me up every time.
“Night, sis! I’ll see you tomorrow, breakfast,on time!” She turns and walks off with an excited bounce in her step.
But after a few steps, I hesitate. He headed toward Gennero’s workshop, and Mama was in the bar area of the auditorium when we left.
Besides, we’re not allowed in the workshop.
I turn back and retrace my steps, tip toeing in silence until I’m right outside the door that’s always closed.
It’s open a sliver and I press my forehead to the molding that surrounds the heavy door with the iron lock, squinting into the small space looking inside, easing the door open an inch.
And there’s Lucy.
When she sees me, I shrug with a ‘what’s up’ sort of gesture, but before she can react, the door closes, leaving me standing stunned in the hallway alone.
But there’s more. Above Lucy’s head on the wall, there was the Sabato sword.
It was what signified the leader of the family. And I don’t just mean Lucy, Mama and me. Thefamilyfamily. It should be back in Chicago with whoever is running the unholy empire now.
The empire I was more than happy to leave behind.Why would Papa have it here? Why is she in there?
I shake my head. Must be like a retirement gift or something. Like, instead of a gold watch, you get a sword replica. I’m too tired to worry about it all right now. I shake my head, considering knocking but I have my own problems to sort out.
I’ve fornicated with my grandfather.
All I want is to lay down next to Papa and wake up with him on top of me. My sister will surely hate me and I’m sort of relieved I don’t have to look her in the eye right now.
Sooner or later, she’s gonna know something is up.
And when it comes to her, I can’t lie. On a shaky yawn, I turn and head for my room.
* * *
I wake in a rush,heart pounding, covered in sweat, suddenly aware of another presence in my room. The spicy and woodsy scent of him invading my senses.
Then, there’s the brush of a finger against my lips. “Shhh, little one. You don’t want to wake anyone. We need to be quiet.”
“Papa?” I mumble-whisper, feeling like I’m in a fever dream because Santa is sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Who else were you expecting in your bedroom in the middle of the night?” He trails his finger over my chin, down my throat, making me swallow as it continues its southern descent. His fingertip slides between my breasts, held loosely inside the babydoll nightdress I’ve had for a month but never worn, buying it in my hopeful fantasy that one day I’d wear it for him.
The point of his finger turns to two, then three as they slip under the elastic of my panties below my belly button. My tummy quivers and my mouth goes dry.
I don’t know how many times I imagined this. Him. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night. Doing things that would put the heroes in my steamy romance books to shame. The Santa suit was never in my fantasies, but I have to say, it is now.
Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me, Santa.
