"What is her name?” Fascinated at this new knowledge of his life.
“Marina.”
“How did I not know about her?” I ponder to myself out loud.
“Growing up my mother never acknowledged her as my sister, so she isn’t that well known among other families.”
Suddenly curious, at realizing I have no idea. “Is your mother alive still?”
He takes a deep breath looking at me. “No she isn’t. She died a long time ago. After my father had gotten another woman pregnant with my sister during his affairs she closed off. It wasn't long after that things spiralled between them and she passed away”
We have that in common I guess. “What happened to her?" He looks uncomfortable as he contemplates telling me before finally speaks up.
“She overdosed. My father had a twisted way of showing love. He wouldn’t treat her with affection or kindness. He would do things to get a rise out of her. She was miserable but he wouldn’t let her leave him. He loved her in his own way I guess. He was constantly flaunting women around her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had tried a couple times to run, and take me with her but he always found us. He always dragged us back and would punish her for it each time she did. It was long until she took her own life unable to handle it anymore.” Pain is etched in his features as well as sorrow in his voice.
“I’m so sorry Nico.” Something pulls inside me at seeing the pain in his eyes. “How old were you?’
“I was six.” He doesn’t add anything and I can tell he wishes to drop the conversation. Not wanting to spoil the day I put my curiosity to rest and let it be, not wanting to push him too far. I’m still a little stunned at finding out he has a sister, which also makes me realize how little I know about him.
“Did I meet your sister at the engagement the other night?” I think back to all the faces and people who greeted us trying to pick out who could have been his sister. Was one of them Marina?
He shakes his head as he answers. “No she wasn’t there, she was out of town doing some negotiations for me with another family outside our territory.”
My brows pull together confused.
“She does negotiations for you?”
He chuckles lightly at my expression. “She isn’t your typical mafia woman. She is very strong minded and is just as ruthless as any of my men. I have tasks I send her out to do from time to time.”
“Oh I see, so do I get to meet her?”
He raises a brow at me, and a smirk pulls on his lips as he looks at me. “Soon when I am ready for that. But I will warn you she isn’t for the weak of heart.”
A waiter brings out our pizza, putting a halt to our conversation for now. My mouth begins to water at the amazing aromas of the pizza as steam rises from its center. Quickly grabbing a slice I take a bite, my mouth melting at the taste. It's not until taking a few more bites that I notice Nicoli watching me. A knowing smile on his face.
“It’s good right?”
“Oh my gosh it's amazing” Chuckling he grabs his own slice and eats with me.
Once we are finished eating he pulls out some cash from his jacket, and drops it on the table despite Sacco telling us it was on the house. He ushers me out and back into the car to start our tour of the city.
We drive around as he shows me the city. We don’t really spend time at any of the more known places and monuments but instead he takes me through local streets and areas. We do however pass through Time Square before ending up at Central Park where we get out and take a few minutes to wander around. By the time we are a little ways in, Nicoli has shedded his jacket from the heat. Rolling up his sleeves leaving his tattoos and muscles on full display, I can’t stop myself from watching him. Unable to resist I reach out wrapping my arm around his. He glances down at my arm wrapped around him before smirking as he pulls me along.
As we continue winding through the park I see a little cart selling ice cream along the sidewalk. Seeing me eye it, Nico pulls me over to get one before we settle on the grassy hillside by the riverway. I peacefully stare out across the riverbank as I lick away, feeling such at ease in this moment.
At hearing a low groan, my attention is drawn to the man beside. I turn to face him, brows drawn, unsure of what's wrong. “Do you even know what you are doing to me?”
“What do you mean?” I question innocently. His eyes narrow in at the cone in my hands. It takes me a moment before understanding dawns on me, as he indicated what he means. Slowly bringing the ice cream back up to my lips, reaching out my tongue, I wind it around from the base to the tip, all the while not taking my eyes off him.
“Liliana,” he warns. “I would be careful, unless you want your first time to be fucked with an audience.” He looks around at the people meandering past. Feeling a little pleased with having gotten a rise out of him, I ignore his warning as I continue to lap at the melted cream as it rolls down the cone. He watches my mouth as I continue taunting him until he can no longer take anymore. Grasping my hand he stops it from bringing the cone back to my mouth for more. Using his other hand he swipes his finger through the cream before placing it in front of my mouth.
“Suck it off.”
“What?”
“You heard me, suck it off.” His voice is thick and husky. I part my
