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“Enzo, I want to, but…”
“But what, Ludmila?”
“You can never tell anyone! Not a soul.” Another flash of anger struck me in the chest. We were back to square one, talking about her fucking marriage. “I know you don’t understand, Enzo, but I have things to lose.”
“What, Popov’s money?”
“God, you don’t think much of me, do you?” Shit. I should have kept my mouth shut. “No, not his money.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Enzo, do I look happy?”
“What?” I thought she was playing around, but no. “No, doll. Not when I’m not with you.”
“I’m not, but you have to let that go. Alexei has a tight leash around my neck.”
She was telling me that leaving her husband was off the table, but I had another thing in mind. I wouldn’t even ask her to leave him because I wanted to get rid of that fucker entirely. He made life shit for the women in his life, but now he made a very powerful enemy – a Nucci.
“I don’t care. I can’t not have you, Ludmila. It’s off the fucking table.” She nodded, and for a short second she smiled. “I can’t stop seeing you, baby doll.”
“I don’t think I can stop either.” She sighed. “But I have to go now.”
“I know. Let me kiss you one more time first.”
She came to me willingly and threw her hands around my neck. We fused together in a vicious kiss. I would have enjoyed it more if I didn’t have let her go. Ludmila disappeared out of the room, but I stayed behind for many minutes trying to order my thoughts.
My mind was scattered because of this woman – the sex was the real shit, but it wasn’t just about that. By now I was sure Popov doesn’t deserve to be around her, or any other fucking woman. Ludmila? I wanted her to be mine. Fuck yeah, I did, but she was too terrified to trust I could handle her shit husband.
At the end of the day, I was Enzo Nucci, son of Gino Nucci, and around here we were the ones to make all the rules. One way or another, I would get rid of Alexei Popov. This thought was the only thing that kept me content when I went back down to the bar and saw Alexei stupid drunk, almost falling on Ludmila on his way out. When Hugo tried to carry him to his car, the fucker refused, telling everybody that he didn’t need help, that’s why he had a wife. This was all that she was to him – a commodity. She got behind the wheel of his Jeep and drove away, and I had to stay behind. For now.
Chapter 10
I had only seen Ludmila once since the night at the bar. She was able to leave the house the other day and meet me in a parking lot a few blocks down. We banged it out in the car. She rode my dick with passion and eagerness, but it all ended too soon. The moment she finished coming on my dick, she had one leg out the car door because she was afraid Alexei might come back. I fucking hated being forced to keep my distance, but at least now she was calling me when she could.
I also kept Katja close, but since she left the city for a few days to go to some creative writing workshop in Boston, she couldn’t tell me much. Instead, I found out Katja not only liked to listen to depressive poetry, but she also liked to write it. Since Alexei had poured a lot of money into her accounts ever since her mother died, Katja decided to spend it in a way Popov found wasteful – on her education. I liked that she found all those small ways to piss the shit out of her father. For that, I even let her read one of her poems to me. I couldn’t say if it was good or bad, but she sounded happy to have an audience and that was good enough for me. Katja and I were solid now, really good friends. She was a cool girl so I hoped she wouldn’t hate me when I wrecked her father’s life from the ground up and took his woman. Katja and anybody else who had a problem with that had to understand that it was already decided – Ludmila would be mine, there was no other way. Our fates were sealed.
I parked the McLaren in front of my parents’ house in Brooklyn and shook hands with Mario, the man on guard duty. I went straight to Dad’s office downstairs, finding him on the phone. He was laughing, so I figured he had to be speaking with either Roman or Hugo, otherwise he wouldn’t have had his guard down like that.
“What’s up, old man?” I grinned at him from the armchair in front of his desk.
“Easy, son. I still have a few good years before you can call me an old man.” He was right. My dad was in prime shape, but I wasn’t going to tell him and blow up his ego.
“You wanted to see me.”
“Yes. First of all, it seems like if I don’t call you here, you never come back home anymore. It upsets your mother.”
“What? I talked to her yesterday. She was fine.” He was blowing things out of proportion which was normal when my mother was concerned.
“Ah, she’d never tell you, but trust me. That woman woke up every day and came to the kitchen to cook you breakfast. It’s hard for her to not have you around.”
“I am around.” I wasn’t so amused anymore. “I haven’t lived at home in years and I’m not a damn child.”
“Don’t show me your teeth so fast, Enzo. I know you are a man now, son, but you’ll always be your mother’s kid. Don’t upset her. It pisses me off.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Trust me, Enzo, I know very well you’re not a kid anymore, but I don’t have to like it, son.”
