揝antino thinks he knows the game I抦 playing, but I haven抰 even started playing. In Paris, all bets are off.?
揑抦 really worried about you, Anna. You still have feelings for him. What if you get hurt??
揑 don抰 have feelings for Santino, not anymore. But I抦 attracted to him. I抣l just have a fling with him in Paris. He抯 like an itch. I just need to scratch it.?
揗y itches always get worse once I start scratching, and usually I can抰 stop until I抳e scratched myself bloody.?
I shook my head. 揑 have it under control, don抰 worry.?
I couldn抰 remember the last time I抳e been this pissed.
Anna was playing a dangerous game, and unfortunately, I was a sucker and kept getting sucked into her games.
I went in search of Leonas. I finally found him in one of the guest bedrooms with a dark-haired girl kneeling in front of him, giving him head. The room smelled of pot, and judging from the sappy look on the girl抯 face and Leonas抯 shit-eating grin, they抎 both smoked weed.
The Cavallaro kids would be my downfall. Eventually I抎 kill one of them.
揚ut your dick back where it belongs,?I growled.
The little shit actually gave me a smile that suggested it was exactly where it belonged. I took out my phone and snapped a photo. 揑抣l send it to your mother. Maybe she can reason with your horny, stoned mind.?
Leonas staggered back from the girl and tried to storm toward me. 揝hit, man. That抯 no joke.?
揇o I look like I抦 joking? I抦 fucking done with you and Anna grating on my fucking nerves. I don抰 care if you fuck half of Chicago but don抰 do it on my watch.?
I slipped the phone into my back pocket.
揇id you send it??Leonas asked, worried as he pulled up his pants.
At least, the little shit had enough respect for his mom not to want to have her see a photo of him in a situation like this. Considering how much he loved provoking his dad, he probably wouldn抰 have reacted the same way if I抎 threatened to send it to him. I was the same way. That抯 the problem if you love your kids and can抰 torture them to see reason. My dad had given me a thrashing a few times but I抎 never been a pussy so it hadn抰 had the desired effect. Dante faced the same problem with Leonas. The boy was tough as nails and strong-willed, a shitty combination.
I grabbed his collar and pushed him out into the hallway, then walked past him.
揘ot yet, but I抣l keep it in case you give me trouble in the future.?
He stalked after me. 揟hat抯 blackmail.?
I gave him a look as we made our way down the stairs and past increasingly drunk teens. 揃lackmail is the currency of choice for your sister and you,?I said as I stepped outside, glad to be away from the party and Mrs. Clark. I could tell she was one of these lonely, clingy types. One fuck and she thought there was a deep connection.
揧ou don抰 have to vent your troubles with my sister on me. I don抰 give a fuck if you two are getting it on, but leave me out of it.?
Anna glared at me from the back seat. Women usually left me cold. They never got my blood boiling from anger or any other reason, because I didn抰 care about them. But Anna?
Fuck. She was my goddamn gasoline.
揋et in the car, or I抣l send the photo off, and stop talking shit,?I ordered before I rounded the car and slid in behind the steering wheel and started the engine.
揥hat about Riccardo and RJ??Leonas asked as he sank down beside his sister.
揟hey aren抰 my wards, and if anyone asks, I never saw them. I didn抰 even know you were on the party.?
揧ou抮e an asshole,?Leonas muttered.
揌e knows, and he likes it,?Anna added, giving me the evil eye.
I hit the gas. I needed to get Anna off my back. This was getting too dangerous between us.
I reached inside my pants and found the handkerchief where Dolora Clark had written down the number of her second cell phone. I rolled down the window and tossed the piece of white fabric out.
揥hat was that??Anna asked haughtily.
揇olora抯 panties.?
Anna gave me a disgusted look while her friend Luisa抯 eyes were so huge I worried they抎 pop out. 揟hey were red, just for your information.?
How the hell did she know what panties Dolora had worn? That girl was the bane of my existence.
揂s in Dolora Clark??Leonas asked. 揧ou banged Mrs. Clark??
I didn抰 say anything.
Leonas let out a whistle, then his expression became calculating. 揌ow about you delete the photo and I won抰 tell anyone that you抮e a home wrecker.?
揝ure, bring a scandal down on the family that抯 supposed to bring new glory to the Outfit,?I muttered.
揥e don抰 need outsiders to bring glory to the Outfit,?Leonas gritted out.
Preach it, kid.
揙nce you抮e Capo, you can help your sister dispose of Cliffy. I抦 sure by then she抯 tired of his boring antics.?