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“Bullion, my man. You see who I nabbed up there?” The man’s eyes are glazed, settling my panic by a tiny margin. “Lisa’s a damn unicorn! Melons the size of Kansas, marone.” He gestures to imitate how big they are. “Oh, excuse me, didn’t see you had company.”
Castor retracts his fingers out of me when the man leans forward to kiss my hand. I must be bright red and blotchy at this point. Equate it to the booze. I’m a lush, that’s all.
“Sorry, Miss…”
“Gia,” I say.
“Sorry, Gia, if I spoke crudely. I’m just a simple man with a lot of luck, hah. Did you see that dime piece on stage? C’mon, you must’ve.”
“It’s her first time to the show. She’s shy.” Castor laughs and sticks his fingers right back inside me.
I choke back a moan and it takes everything in me to keep what I hope can be waved off as a drunken smile, my toes curling all over again. For sure, I thought the orgasm receded from the shore, but nope. It’s coming.
“Catch you later, Bull. I gotta go collect. Gia, pleasure.”
Oh, if you only knew. I smile pleasantly at him, hiding ten thousand screams.
Castor DeMatteo is working me like a stringed puppet. I can hardly—Oh!
I slap the table, then clench my fingers around it hard. My mouth is wide open, forehead about to touch the marble, legs pulsing.
“Don’t, stop.” I’m holding my breath as a fire turns catastrophic. Pulsing, endless pulsing… until finally… it stops.
I exhale for what feels like a minute and fall back into my seat.
“Holy shit.” I blink in quick succession to remember where I am.
Castor licks his fingers, eying me up and down, then takes a swig of his scotch. “Now you know what you’ve been missing all these years.”
Chapter 4
Castor
This scotch got the better of me. Egging me on to fulfill those thoughts she brewed the second I laid eyes on her… The fuck was I thinking, messing around with Gia Castellano? My best friend’s kid sister. The fuck was I thinking?
Taking another swig of my Johnnie Blue is all I can do to calm my nerves. She walks by my table every now and again, serving drinks, being flirty to get some tips.
It makes me angry that other guys get to ogle her now. I want her here, at my table, where only I can sate her. Don’t know what to do with that either.
I’m cool on the outside. Big Ace and Ratchet Tony are back at my booth, filling me in on this week’s jobs. But on the inside? I wish I hadn’t pat her twice on the butt and told her ‘a little morning coffee before work.’ This is Marco’s sister we’re talking about. The Hairtrigger himself.
Not that I’m afraid of him. I’m his boss, technically. But we’re brothers in all but blood, since we were kids.
“Ey, ey, Bull, did you hear what I just said?” Big Ace is laughing at his own joke. “I said, the little Mexicano called me Big Queen instead of Big Ace, so I called him Little Deuce. Boy got up and threw his cards down so fast I thought he shit himself.”
Ratchet Tony starts cracking up to my right. I’m cackling too, ’cause it is funny. If you knew who he was talking about, you’d laugh too. This little cartel nutjob – Segundo De Nada Martinez – loves to dish, dish, dish, but as soon as you turn it on him, he flips.
“You just started a war by doing that, Ace.” I shake my head, still smirking.
“War? What war? They need us, Capo, remember? That ten percent premium we pay for exclusive channels doesn’t exist. No way they’re getting that anywhere else. Not the Barones, not the Scatilli’s. Hell, not even our beloved Rigiano allies.”
“Hey.” I slap the table. “Careful now, we got a plant from that side of the island.” I thumb to Ratchet Tony – who has close ties to the Rigianos but is loyal to me.
“Fuck off, Bull!” He nudges my shoulder, and we all take a swig.
“How’s our honorary guest doing?” Tony puckers his lips, motioning to my left.
A lightning bolt goes off in my chest when I think he’s pointing out Gia. Then I remember myself. We invited a premier Russian – Yuri Patrovski – to attend our little show.
