Page 104 of Mafia King
“Oh,” I gasp.
“And then what?” he asks, spreading my legs open.
I can’t see him. Just the edges of the chair and the place we’re connected.
“On the drive there.” I move up and down on him. “I tell them you’ve been thinking… and you decided to set up Gia and Damiano over the river. And you want to show him a big surprise before Gia gets home.”
“Do you want Gia to marry?” His hand snakes between my legs and fondles my clit.
“Yes, I’ve…” I stop, unable to finish. He slaps lightly, bringing me back to my senses. “I’ve come around. Our babies can play together but… Santino… I’m so close.”
“Finish.” He taps, then rubs my clit as I speak.
“Not so far away over the river.” My hands work with his, touching my clit, his wet shaft, his fingers twining with mine. “I’ll be so happy to see Gia. I’ll tell her it’s okay she’s getting married today. I’ll be at the church. Right beside her.”
“Then I pick you up to come home.”
“To get ready.” I’m so close to orgasm I can barely think. “But we don’t. We go to the lawyer. And when we come back… we have… can I come now?”
“And when they find Damiano in the basement?”
“The next day. Oh, God, I can’t hold it. I’ll act shocked. You act shocked. Bosco says, he…” My breath comes in sharp gasps. “Didn’t know the cellar locked automatically. But we have the crown and… keep going. I feel you everywhere.”
He thrusts his hips up and deep into me, then again, fucking faster, our hands tangling between our legs until I can’t hold it. I fall back against him and come with the back of my head against his shoulder.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, then groans in an exhale, exploding inside me. After he settles, he pulls me into him. “And we’ll have the crown before the sun sets. By the time Damiano’s out of the basement to claim Gia, there will be no more forced marriage where I wear the crown.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Thank you.”
The clock Santino hangs on the wall to spite his grandfather erupts in thick chimes.
We both look at it.
It’s midnight.
At the last chime, my husband looks at me and says, “Happy birthday.”
28
SANTINO
When I first contacted Bosco about this house, I thought I was trying to make my wife happy. It’s close to the school and away from the eyes and ears of Secondo Vasto. I thought I was keeping her safe, because once the crown is in my hands, I’ll be a bigger target than before.
I fooled myself. I wasn’t trying to make her happy. This house was meant to placate her.
I’d tried to buy her silence, but she wouldn’t sell.
In the early morning hour, the concrete walls of the foundation keep the cellar chilly, as they should. Hammers bang on the outsides of the windows. Drills whirr. A man installs a new lock at the top of the stairs. The basement will be sealed tight in no time.
This will be a finecucinafor Gia—I run through the lie I’m going to tell Damiano—it’s safe, and near enough to St. John’s University that Violetta can take her to the American coffee shops easily. His new wife will be happy here.
I call him. He picks up on the fifth ring.
“Dami,” I say. “I have something for you and Gia. A blessing.”
“I heard you tried to buy Marco out. That ain’t a blessing.”
“My wife had ideas. I was covering for her. But she’s been corrected.” The last word carries the weight of definite threats and possible violence. It seems to satisfy him.
