Page 51 of Oblivion
Continue please, as if I’m not here.
“Besides, if she was so dangerous, why did you invite her?”
“I didn’t think she would come,” Nico answered and looked at me. “No offense, Ophelia, but you aren’t exactly a social person. And you were supposedly dead, so I didn’t even think about it, until I saw you earlier.”
“None taken.” I laughed and perched my ass on top of the table. “But she is right, you know? We both know that if I came with sinister intentions, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now. You would probably be chasing my ass around, if you were still alive, and the rest of the Capos would be organizing themselves to catch me.”
His eye twitched, but he couldn’t hide the small smirk dancing on his face. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
“Nico,” I arched an eyebrow at him, “you know how good I am. I don’t need a small room to kill someone. And I like Alessia.” She grinned and stepped in front of him.
“Now that we’re done with that,” she spoke. “I think we need to talk about business.”
“Tesoro,” Nico growled, warning evident in his voice. “We talked about this.”
“No, nope.” She pressed her index finger to his chest. “You talked, I listened, and I decided that I do not agree with your reasoning.”
“I still control the Mafia, Tesoro.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat, thinking he won.
“And I control your dick.” She smiled sweetly, but I could see the warning written all over her face. “So if one of yoursoldatiare able to suck your dick as well as I do, please go ahead and call them. I don’t give a flying fuck that you control them. If you want me, you’ll need to listen to what I have to say.”
Well, hot damn. The balls on this girl.
Nico opened and closed his mouth, but words never came out. He looked at me, then back at Alessia, and I forced myself to stifle the laughter threatening to erupt from my chest. One look at his face and I knew I was failing.
“Do you talk to Storm this way?” he asked me directly, and I deflated. How he knew about Storm, I had no idea, but I didn’t exactly appreciate being reminded of him.
“No,” Cillian spoke as he entered the room. “She just runs from him and waits for him to find her.”
“Kill!”
“What?” He shrugged. “It’s the truth. But no, she usually threatens his life and his family jewels, and then runs. I think that the chase excites her.”
“You’re an ass,” I gritted out, but he just kept smiling at me.
I took a good look at him, really good look, and he didn’t have to say where he'd been—it was written all over him.
The white shirt he wore had lipstick stains on its collar. His hair was in disarray and that after-sex glow was almost blinding. But the red hickey on his neck was what sealed it.
“You had fun?” I asked him, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Shush it,” he whispered, looking at Nico. “I don’t want to get killed tonight.”
“Okay, okay.” Nico huffed and sat down on the sofa chair, pulling Alessia down on his lap. “We’re all here. We—”
The door suddenly opened, revealing Cole.
“Well, now we’re all here,” I said, grinning at Cole.
“You started the party without me?” Cole asked and strode inside the room, taking a stand right next to the bookshelf.
“We wouldn’t dare to do so,” Nico murmured, rolling his eyes. Nico’s hand was splayed protectively over Alessia’s stomach, and one look at her then at him told me everything I needed to know.
“You’re pregnant,” I blurted out, my eyes widening as soon as the words came out of my mouth. “Shit.”
“How do you know?” Alessia asked, smiling at me while Nico glowered at me.
“You’re not drinking and it’s your wedding. The way he’s behaving around you.” I pointed at Nico. “It’s quite obvious.”
