“Where is Raymond?” I ask, changing the subject while Mamma tosses some meat toward Duke.
“He is at the pier. He will be home for dinner. You are staying?” I shake my head no at her, waiting until she’s turned around before tilting my head in Rosa’s direction to get her to grab me a carrot also.
My father was a dirty cop under the Famiglia, a retired canine officer that spent his retirement training new dogs. He died years ago in a boating accident, but we weren’t particularly close. He spent more time with his dogs than he ever did with me. The only time I was able to get any kind of bonding moments out of him was when we were training the new recruit dogs. Raymond is a banker, an associate for the Famiglia, and he has always been a good stepfather to me, and we get along fine. He treats my mamma and sister well, that’s all I care about.
Rosa is biologically his, but she looks nothing like him, thank fuck. Raymond is nice and all, but he is one ugly fuck. Instead, she looks just like our mamma. Olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes; their only difference is a deep brown birthmark that covers Rosa’s entire right shoulder blade. Mamma’s Italian genes clearly run strong, because besides having my father’s blue eyes and dyed silver hair, I’m also a clone of her.
Mamma smacks the back of Rosa’s hand the next time she reaches for a veggie, and I smile at her. Crunching the carrot she was able to snag for me before. “Jessie is eating carrots, and you’re not smacking him.” She grumbles out, rubbing her hand as she goes back to her stool.
I pull out my phone, holding my carrot to her just to snatch it back when she reaches for it, laughing at her scoff. “He only has a carrot because you stole it for him.” Mamma says over her shoulder.
Scrolling through my phone, I pull up a contact, typing out a quick message. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, a smile pulls at my lips.
It’s time to get my girl back.
Pushing Donatello’s hand off my thigh for the third time, I roll my eyes at his groan. “I have to finish this assignment. I’ve been putting it off for days already.”
His fingers slowly start creeping along my ankle, thumb brushing along the bone while his lips and scruff start tickling up the outside of my thigh. “An hour won’t kill you.”
Without looking, I lightly flick his fingers from my leg, shifting to sit criss cross applesauce and adjusting my laptop in my lap. “You can also wait an hour.” My response earns me another dramatic groan, and I smile to myself.
“Vita Mia.” His voice rumbles against the knee pressed against his chest, and I suck my lips between my teeth at the tone. Horny Bastardo knows how to distract me. “I’ll help you finish after.”
“No.” He tries to tug the computer from my lap, but I hold it in place, turning to raise a brow in his direction. His tongue runs over his teeth as he matches my look with one of his own.
“Rock, paper, scissors.” He talks over my solid “No” smiling at me. “I win, and you sit on my face.” He laughs at my expression, the sound working to weaken my resolve all on its own. “Come on, baby, what do you have to lose?”
He’s moved to sit in front of me, knees resting on the floor, so he’s eye level with me on the couch. His palms run over my knees and up my thighs, russet reds on mine as he waits for my answer. “You’re such a bad influence.” Setting my laptop off to the side, I narrow my eyes at his pleased hum. “Promise you won’t cheat?”
“Swear.” He uncrosses my legs, wrapping them around his back before tugging my face toward his smirk with a hand on the back of my head. He gives me a quick peck on the lips, nipping my chin as I sit back. I roll my eyes at him, bringing my hand forward to play his game.
“Rock, paper, scissors.” We say in unison, the words dripping from his honey voice sliding past his lips like he’s already won.
“Ha! Scissors cut paper, baby.” I yell in victory, adding a sugary sweet baby to the end of my gloat.
His face twists into a slight pout, his fingers dropping to dig into my hips. “You’re an incredibly poor sport.” His lips brush along my neck before I lean away from him, my phone chiming from the other side of the couch.
“None of that. I won, so you have to wait.” I pull away from him, stretching to grab my phone. Laying on my stomach, I open the message seeing it’s from Jessie.
Dinner at eight?
Donatello grabs my ankle, lightly biting the inside of my thigh, and I jerk, twisting onto my back to frown up at his lopsided grin. “Jessie is in town. He wants to meet for dinner.” I tell him, watching as he crawls over me. I can tell by the subtle twist of his lips he’s annoyed by the information even though he won’t say it directly.
“Shouldn’t you be working on your assignment and not texting?” He kisses a spot on my belly where my shirt has already risen, pushing the fabric a few inches higher with his nose. “We have plans anyway.”
“What plans?” I pull his face off my skin, lightly tugging the hair at his roots as he smiles at me. Cheeky ass man. “Stop it.”
“You’re going to be too busy screaming into the sheets while I eat your pretty pink pussy to go out.” He uses his strength against me, pulling from my hands to bite at my nipple through my top.
“Donatello!” I wiggle beneath him, laughing when he grabs
