Page 110 of Mafia Queen
“How can we trust him with our guys?” I push over him, arms straight, one leg over his hips. “They’re our family. You’re sending them to fight what you’ve basically described as a mega-mafia family—”
“It’s not a superhero movie. They can be beaten if he says they can.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
He takes my face in his hands and draws me closer.
“We cannot say no without causing another problem, and a problem like that? We don’t want it. Trust me. If he beats the Colonia and comes for us with their power and their men, we may win, but we will lose all of our normal.”
With a tick of his attention out the window, he indicates all of our world, from mountain to river and back again.
Our normal. I don’t want to lose it after a few days of earning it.
I get up on my knees and straddle him. Neither of us is pretending to sleep now.
“What if we just send him the dumb ones?”
He laughs, then quiets, considering the curves of my body. I’m a little sore from his attention a few hours before but not too sore for another go.
“And what if…” I pause, wiggling against him. “After we send Dario his payment, you and I take the honeymoon we never had.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“What if we just got in the car and drove?”
In the time it takes a heart to beat, Santino goes from tenderness to dominance, rolling me over and pinning me to the mattress.
“This again?” Santino kisses my neck and chest, his lips working down my breasts and belly with the urgency of his mind. “Just drive west until we’re eating fried chicken and saluting football?”
“Just be away and do nothing but try to make babies. And try and try and…” The next try falls into a gasp as he kisses between my legs, soothing the soreness into soft warmth.
“There’s no trying, Violetta. Only doing.” With that, he makes me come with my arms outstretched and a cry from the depths of my pleasure.
“Let’s do it then. We drive into the sunset and come back good and knocked up.”
“I like this plan. Now open your legs.” He pushes my knees apart and up before I can comply, leaning on my bent legs so he can drive inside me. “We start tonight,” he says when he’s so deep our minds connect. He moves slow, always mindful of when I may be sore from an earlier fuck. His eyes close and his head turns. I know him now. He’s close.
“Violetta,” he whispers. “You are everything.”
“Santino,” I reply as his motions arouse me as if he just hadn’t given me an orgasm. “Take me.”
I don’t clarify whether I’m asking for him to take my body or take me away into the sunset because I don’t have to.
* * *
To our soldiers,Santino explains the mission, its dangers and benefits, then asks for volunteers. The half dozen men required step forward, including Vito, and Remo, who wants to see New York. Surprisingly—and privately—Gennaro offers to go.
And then, after we send them east, Santino and I slip away for the honeymoon we never had. We get in the Alfa and drive west.
I don’t know what I expected, but I have never seen anything like my country.
It is truly vast. Santino retracts the roof as we cross through the southern tip of Indiana, and the immensity of the sky, its clarity, its everywhereness creates a vacuum so powerful, I fear I’ll be sucked upward and into it—a tiny speck of a woman, lost forever. I grab his hand to keep me on the earth, even as the ground moves under me.
“You all right?” he asks, shouting over the wind.
I’m overwhelmed by the size of the world, the limits of my knowledge, the inconsequential impact of my body and mind.
“I’m fine.” I squeeze his hand.
