“My daughter is graduating high school. All of our extra has gone to her. Proms, graduation dresses, parties, all of it goes to her.”
I feel for him. I truly do. Except this expense is nothing new to him. It also isn’t unreasonable. He’s been paying us for forty years.
“She spoiled?” I ask.
Gallo shakes his head. “She’s a good girl. She’s our only child. My wife, she wants to give her everything. It adds up and I couldn’t tell her no.”
“You’re a good man, Gallo. I know that you are. How many times have you been late?” I ask.
“Never,” he says, jerking his chin up.
Nodding my head once. “You pay me next month, I’ll knock off this month’s added two percent, as long as I’m paid in full next month. Does that work for you?”
“Next month I pay my regular fee for this month, then next month’s plus the new two percent?” he asks. Nodding my head once, I confirm his words. “Thank you, Massimo. Thank you so much. What can I do to make this up to you?”
“Two things.”
“Anything.”
Taking a step closer to him, I dip my chin. “One. You never fucking threaten me with the cops again. Two. You owe me. I don’t know what that looks like right now, but when I do, you don’t deny me.”
Gallo’s jaw tightens and I watch as a muscle jumps in his cheek. Begrudgingly, he jerks his chin in a nod. Turning around, I stop at the office door. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes find his.
“Don’t fuck with me, Gallo. I’ll be by personally to pick up your payment in a month.”
Walking away, I ignore the bitch who glares at me as I pass by her. Heading toward my car, I slide into the driver’s seat. Digging my phone out of my pocket, I see that I have a missed call from Enrico. There’s a voicemail so I play that and let his voice fill my speakers.
“Your woman is a good one. She knows her place. She is young and insecure. She is fearful of her future with a stranger. I like her. She will make a good mafia wife.”
I don’t know whether to be pissed off that he’s calling me to tell me about my woman, or if I should puff my chest up with pride that Pippa is impressing the famiglia already. I choose the latter.
Chapter Seven
MASSIMO
Two weeks have passed. There will be no honeymoon, I honestly don’t have the time, not with Gavino’s demands. I am okay with that. A weekend in bed with my new wife is all that I need. I’ll take her on a vacation, but now is not the time. I’m still solidifying my position beneath Gavino. I still have much to prove to him.
Walking into the private party room of the casino, I’m not surprised to see the man himself, along with Arlo, Luca, Benicio, Salvatore, Dante, along with heads and first sons from other famiglias.
It’s my bachelor party tonight.
“Cugino,” Gavino calls out.
Walking toward him, we shake hands. He pulls me in for a hug, kissing each of my cheeks. I’m passed around from man to man. Laughs, backslaps, and cheers soon following. Enrico makes his way toward me, a smile on his face.
“You did good, Massimo,” he chuckles. “I like her.” Arching a brow, I frown. “For the woman that she is, for the woman she is about to become—yours,” he says, clarifying his words.
“Mine. Don’t forget, yeah?”
Enrico snorts. “Not my type,” he mutters.
“Yeah?”
“You’re more my type than she is.”
My eyes widen, my lips twitch and I shake my head. “Noted,” I snort.
Walking over to the bar, I ask for a couple of shots. I honestly don’t give a fuck what they are. I’m getting married in two days. Married. The thought consumes and freaks me out all at the same time.
I can’t help but think that Pippa will be disappointed in who is about to become her husband. I hear a man yell, another shouts out a catcall. Slowly, I turn around. My head is swimming from the shots that I’ve consumed.
Widening my eyes. I gulp at the sight in front of me. It’s my blonde Irish girl. I don’t know her name, never bothered to learn it, but I’ve been inside of her body more times than I can count. She smiles at someone next to her as she walks toward me.
My breath hitches when she reaches me. She extends her hand, her index finger touching my chest.
“I heard you were the groom,” she purrs. “You didn’t tell me, Massimo,” she chides.
“I didn’t know last time I saw you,” I admit.
Her lips curve up into a grin. “I’m here to give you a good time, Massimo. I know how much you like to play. There’s a room for us, unless you want to play here with all of your friends?”
“Suck me,” I demand.
She licks her lips, then presses her chest against mine. I feel her mouth touch the underside of my jaw before she sinks down to her knees. Her eyes focus on mine as she unbuckles then unzips my pants.
Without a word of protest, she reaches into my boxers and frees my cock. Her hand gently strokes me to life before she opens her mouth and immediately consumes me. Dropping my head back, I tangle my fingers in her hair as she starts to expertly suck my dick.
“You fuck,” Gavino says on a chuckle as he approaches my side.
Smirking, I turn my head to look over at him. The girl continues to take my dick, working me the way she knows I like.
“What?” I ask on a grin.
Gavino shakes his head. “Luciana loves her by the way. They’ve grown close as the wedding approaches. Are you ready to settle down with her?
