“Are you going to answer any of my questions?” It’s asked as she climbs into the car, sitting sideways so she’s facing me.
There’s a slit in the skirt of her dress, the tan skin of her leg flashing up to her thigh because of how her dress moved when she got in the seat. Unable to stop myself, I step up between her legs, pushing her knees to the sides of my waist, and grab the outside of her thighs to tug her closer to me. She lets out a surprised breath but doesn’t pull away.
“You look beautiful.” I can tell she’s about to scold me for not answering a question again so I continue, “and we’re going to the drive-in theater. They’re playing that one horse movie you like, with the diving. I heard it on the radio on the way here.”
“Wild hearts can’t be broken?” I nod and she smiles, her fingers brushing along my forearms as she scrunches up the fabric of her dress in her hands, sitting higher in the seat. “So we’ll probably be back pretty late?”
“Probably.” The shine of her lips catches my attention again, teasing and taunting me.
“I need to tell Donatello.” My eyes flick up to hers, my thumb smoothing over the skin of her exposed thigh.
“I can if you want.” She looks away with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Definitely not.”
I shrug, I knew she’d say that, but I’m going to tell him anyway. That way he can’t convince her to not go. “Give me your phone.”
“What? No, it’s fine. I’ll just text him when we’re driving.”
Realizing I won’t be able to get it without starting an argument I move on, squeezing her thighs before stepping back from her. “We need to get going.”
She shifts in her seat so I can close the door, then I walk around, jumping in to see her smiling at me. “What, Laney Girl? Why do you look like that?”
“I’m just excited. Why does everyone always assume I’m up to something?” I laugh, while pulling from the lot.
“Because you are most of the time.”
She snorts, rolling her eyes as she reaches for the dial on the radio. “Why did Malcom call you Wolf?”
I thought she let it go, but I guess not. “It’s just a nickname I have.”
“You never told me you have a nickname.”
“Why would I? I like when you say my actual name.”
She hums, I think in acceptance of my answer, sitting back in her seat once she’s found a station she likes. “Why is that your nickname?”
Throwing a look her way, I think of how I should answer. I’m called Wolf because I’m the best tracker in the Famiglia. I sniff out secrets that no one else can find, hunt my prey until they can no longer run and always get the kill. That and my silver hair. I think that’s actually what started it; someone saying the grey was fitting for the wolf I was, and the nickname just took off. “I think it started because my hair is silver.”
“Weird.” I laugh at her response, her giggling in her seat with me.
“Open the glove box, I got you something.” She raises a brow but does what I say, opening it to find a fabric bag. She pulls it out looking at me. “Open it. I saw that and it reminded me of you.”
Setting the bag in her lap, she opens the top, pulling out the dainty silver chain necklace inside. The small matte crescent moon hangs between her fingers as she holds it up, dimples flashing as she runs her thumb over its surface. “I love it.”
“I thought you would.” I watch as she clasps it around her neck, the small moon falling to the middle of her collar bone.
“Puoi essere il mio lupo e io sarò la tua luna.” You can be my wolf and I’ll be your moon.
Thinking back to her story the similarity pangs in my chest. The only difference between our story and theirs being that I won’t be kept from my moon. Covering up my silence, I bite my lip, faking a groan that makes Delaney laugh. “Fuck, tell me more. Talk dirty to me.”
“You’re so weird. Doesn’t your mom pretty much only speak Italian? Why is that sexy to you.”
I laugh at her comparison, shaking my head at her. “Don’t make it gross, Laney Girl. And it’s only sexy when you do it.”
“Whatever.” She smiles as she says it, pulling her phone out of the front of her dress. I didn’t even realize she had it there.
“How did that not just fall out the front of your dress?” I’m definitely using the phone as an excuse to look down her top, her tits bouncing when I accidentally bump the centerline. She frowns over at me but doesn’t comment.
“Boobs.”
That’s all she says in a way of explanation and I chuckle, reaching over to snatch the phone from her fingers.
“Hey! What’re you doing?”
“Calling Donatello.” I quickly flick through her contacts, but don’t find his name. “Which one is his?”
She crosses her arms, smirking like she thinks I can’t figure it out. “I’m not telling you. Give me my phone back.”
Eyes flicking between the phone and the road, I open her messages, seeing only three contacts, mine, Bev, and Loser. Taking a guess on Loser, I press call, bringing it to my ear with a smile when Laney huffs from her seat. “Loser? How fitting.”
“Vita Mia.”
“Wrong.”
“You fucking piece of shit.” My smile grows, knowing he’s fuming by his tone alone.
“I just thought I’d let you know that we’re going to the drive-in and Laney will be home late. Maybe not until tomorrow morning.” She tries to grab my arm, but I quickly switch the phone to my opposite side, away from her.
“Touch her and I’ll...“
I cut him off, choosing my words carefully so Laney won’t question me. “I’m glad you see things my way and we didn’t have
