#3 Chapter 41

Enzo

My foot bounced on the dining room floor as I waited. Where the fuck was she? The room was empty save for me, our dinner spread out on the table.

I wanted her here. No, I needed her here.

My mind was spinning, overrun with thoughts, and I was tired.

After what seemed like forever, she walked in and everything calmed inside me. Domenico's leather dress, the one she'd worn on the runway in Milan, had been delivered earlier today. So I gave it to Cecilia with a note that Gia should wear the dress to dinner.

Cazzo, she was hot. The leather straps hugged her curves and criss-crossed her body. She looked fierce and sexy, and my hands itched to touch her.

She stopped and glanced around. "Where is everyone?"

"It is just us for dinner. Come here, micina."

Gia frowned at me. "I want to see my sister, il pazzo."

No, that was not how this worked. I pushed my chair back from the table and patted my thigh. "Here. Right now."

She glared at me and I could see her mind turning over my order. Weighing the consequences of refusing me. Was she willing to risk sending her sister to the cage or would she obey me?

When she still didn't move, I lifted one brow arrogantly, not caring if I pissed her off even more. I liked when she got feisty. It made fucking her even more explosive.

Then she started toward me, her long toned legs making my mouth water. Waves of dark silky hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, plump lips set in an unhappy line as she approached.

"Can I sit in the chair instead?" She pointed at the empty seat next to me.

I didn't say a word, just kept my eyes locked on hers. She would not win this battle with me.

With an annoyed huff, she slid onto my lap and shifted sideways, her legs to the side of mine. "You're an asshole," she said under her breath.

My hands clamped around her hip and I hitched her closer. I was getting used to feeling her pressed against me. "Careful. You know what happens to disobedient girls."

"They get orgasms?"

I smoothed my palm over her thigh. "No, they get spankings."

"Where is my sister?"

"In her stateroom." I handed her an Aperol spritz. "Here. Since we never finished ours in Milan."

"Oh, you mean because you blew up the restaurant? Thanks for the concussion, by the way." She sipped her aperitivo. "Mmm. These are so good. Even if they do remind me of almost dying."

"I would not have allowed you to die. Now, finish your drink so we can eat."

We drank in silence until she asked, "Do you ever feel guilty about the things you do?"

My answer was immediate. "No."

She swallowed more of the Aperol spritz, then cradled the glass against her chest and leaned away to see my face. "Seriously? You don't feel guilty about killing a handful of innocent people to kidnap me?"

"It was three people. And being the don means I must do whatever is necessary. I don't make these decisions lightly, but I cannot show weakness. You should know this from your father and your brother-in-law."

"I'm not exactly in the mafia inner circle. Like, for a long time I thought my dad was just a regular businessman."

I tucked a silky strand of her long hair behind her ear. She wore no makeup, no jewelry, and she was still the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. "We are all regular businessmen."

Her lips twisted into a smirk. "Sure. Regular businessmen with guns who torture their enemies."

"Eh, we are no different than world leaders and the presidents of big corporations. They are just as dirty and ruthless as the 'Ndrangheta."

"That sounds like rationalizing."

I finished the rest of my drink and set the glass down. "I don't need to rationalize what I do. Especially not when I make more money in a year than nearly anyone else in Europe."

"More than Fausto?"

Hearing my enemy's name on her lips caused my muscles to tense. "Even more than Ravazzani."

"Really?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sì, really. It is why the feud with Ravazzani started in the first place."

Her head whipped toward me. "I thought it was over my sister."

"Dai, Gianna. She is beautiful, but she's not worth starting a war over."

"Then what was it about?"

"Your brother-in-law tried to muscle me into giving him a percentage of my business. Instead of agreeing, I let another talk me into retaliating."

"Huh."

"What does this mean?"

She finished her drink and held up the glass for me to take. "The way I always heard it, you saw my sister on Fausto's yacht and couldn't stop staring at her. Then you kidnapped her."

I snorted and reached for an olive, which I held up to Gia's mouth. "I never wanted to fuck her, if that is what you are thinking."

Parting her lips, she took the olive inside her mouth, making sure to lick my fingers as she did it. Cristo santo, I liked that.

She peeked at me through her lashes. "You said Frankie was more attractive than me."

"I have proven many times this is not the case. She never made my dick hard, not like you."

"You think I'm pretty, don't you, mafioso?"

This conversation was veering into territory more like flirting than humiliation. I had to get the evening back on track. "Would you like something to eat?"

"Yes, if it's allowed, Don Pain-in-My-Ass."

Madonna, the mouth on this girl.

I reached for the food. The bread baked by my chef rivaled the best in Italy, so I dipped it in oil and brought it to Gia's mouth. "Try this."

She reared back and tried to take the bread from me. "I can feed myself."

I moved her hand away, trapping it by her side. "It is my responsibility to feed my gorgeous pet. I want you here on my lap, where I can take care of you."

"You can't be serious."

I dragged my nose over her cheek and inhaled her sweet scent. "Do I ever say anything I do not mean?" I held the bread up once again. "And you know what happens if you refuse."

Slowly, she leaned forward to take a bite of bread from my hand. "Va bene," I told her, kissing her bare shoulder. "See how easy that is?"

Though she might claim otherwise, I suspected Gia secretly liked this. I could see her pulse hammering at the base of her throat and her skin was flushed. I bet if I put my fingers in her pussy right now they would come away dripping with her cream.

We continued like this, talking and eating throughout the rest of the meal. After a while her body relaxed against me, and we even laughed once or twice together. The longer it went on the more turned on I became. I liked her to be helpless and dependent on me. It made me want to tie her to my bed again and lick her pussy until she screamed.

I held a bite of fish to her lips, but she shook her head. "No more. I'm stuffed."