DeLuca (Mafia Romance)

Carlo

Here I was again, three years later, waiting for the same two girls to come down the stairs so we could head into the city for dinner. So why was I surprised that when Mia came down the stairs, and again, I nearly came in my pants like a fucking teenager?

This time she was wearing red. Again, her dress was modest, with long sleeves, the neckline coming down just below her collarbone, it was form fitting but not obscenely tight and fell mid-thigh. She had on heels that made her legs look incredibly long and could only be described as fuck me shoes. Just when I thought I was going to pass out she stopped a few feet in front of me and did a little spin showing of the back of the dress, or lack thereof. The back was completely open, all the way down to just above her ass, revealing a tattoo that I had never seen. The words ‘colei che resiste vince’ ran down the length of her spine, ‘she who endures conquers’.

So this is what a heart attack feels like.

“How do we look?” she asked, peering over her shoulder at me.

“Beautiful, as always,” my voice sounded choked, even to my own ears. I had no idea how I was going to make it through this evening without throwing her on the table and fucking her senseless.

…

By some act of God I had been able to restrain myself through dinner. I just had to keep it together on the ride home. Then I could lock myself away in my room with a whole slew of new material for what was bound to be an awfully lonely night. We could have stayed in the city and I could have called one of my regular girls, but over the past few years they had become less regular and since Mia’s return from college, non-existent.

Sure, I could have a body to warm my bed and release some pent up tension but that’s not what I really wanted. I knew it would just leave me unsatisfied and even more wound up than I was to begin with. Nope, over the past three months I had come up with a rigorous routine of working out, cold showers and jacking off like a teenager with his first playboy to keep me sane. Sooner or later something was going to give, and after tonight, I was starting to think Mia was fucking with me.

First, there had been the way she showed off her dress, something she would have never done before, but I had chalked that up to her new found confidence. Then, in the limo when she had sat across from me and repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her long, toned, and tan legs. Finally, after dinner when she moaned after every bite of her tiramisu. All that, along with the ping pong eyes from Gina as she watched us like a hawk had me thinking that Mia just might be trying to seduce me. If that was the case she had a rude awakening because I wasn’t going to stand by and allow her to toy with me. Two can play at that game.

First, I had to find out if my suspicions were correct. I sent a quick text to Angelo before we got home.

Me: Need you to put an audio bug in Mia’s room.

Angelo: Why?

Me: Because I fucking said so, do not question me. Do it now before we get home. You have 15 minutes.

Angelo: Okay Boss.

I sat back and shot an inquisitive look at Mia over my glass of scotch. She was huddled together with Gina on the opposite side of the limo. They were whispering to each other and every few minutes one of them would snicker at something the other said. My patience was wearing thin. I wanted to know what her angle was so I could plan my next move. My phone buzzed in my lap with an incoming text.

Angelo: Done.

Me: Good. Meet me in my office with the receiver. We’re pulling in now.

Angelo: Yes sir.

The limo stopped in the circular drive in front of the house. Climbing out first I held the door and helped Mia and Gina out following them into the house.

“Thanks for dinner, Carlo,” Gina said when we entered the foyer before turning to climb the stairs.

“Yes, thank you so much,” Mia said, leaning in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She lingered there and whispered in my ear, “Thank you for making tonight special.” Then she turned on her heel and sauntered, yes that was most definitely a saunter, up the stairs.

As soon as she was out of sight I made a beeline for my office.

“Where is it?” I demanded as soon as I walked through the door.

“Right here, sir,” Angelo handed over the headphones that were connected to a laptop on my desk, the recording app was already up and playing the live feed.

“Good, leave.”

“Yes, sir,” he responded, but not before he gave me an uncertain onceover. I didn’t have time for this.

“OUT!” I shouted at him.

He nodded and left the room quickly.

God what the hell was this woman doing to me?

I put on the headphones and turned up the volume, it sounded like they had just made it into her room.

“Oh my God! Mia, that was amazing! He was so worked up, I thought he was going to blow a gasket when you started moaning during dessert!” Gina whisper shouted, complete it with a squeal.

Mia laughed, “You don’t think it was too much?”

“No way, that man is going to be putty in your hands!”

My hands formed fists on either side of the computer, she had been fucking with me. What the fuck?

“I don’t want him to be putty in my hands, Gina. I want him to suffer.”

A deep sense of dread filled me. No way, Mia wouldn’t betray me, never.

“Well, he is most definitely suffering, did you see his hands shake when he poured that third glass of scotch on the way to the restaurant? Was that the third or fourth time you flashed him your panties?”

“Ha! Joke’s on you, I wasn’t wearing any panties. It serves him right, I mean all this time we could have been fucking each other’s brains out and he’s been holding out on me. Making me think that he saw me as a fucking sister?! I have been torturing myself for the past three years trying to push away my attraction and feeling guilty for wanting him. Ugh!”

Thank God. She wasn’t betraying me, she just wanted to drive me crazy. That I could handle. But what was this shit about her wanting me for three years? She was a child, she had to have known I wouldn’t have gone there with her then. Now, yeah now I would, but not back then.

“I am all about the teasing, you know that, but do you really think he knew? Maybe he thought it was one sided and was going through the same thing?”

“How could he not know? Everyone else did. I tried to hide it I did, but apparently I had lovelorn written across my goddamn forehead.”

“What do you mean everyone else did? I didn’t know. I mean thought I knew, but I didn’t think you knew yourself Mia.”

What the hell? This was getting confusing.

“Ugh, Al. He cornered me during our first Christmas here. Told me he knew I had a crush on Carlo. That everyone knew but Carlo, and I had better squash it or I would be in the shit.”

“No way!”

That fucker was going to pay.

“Yeah, I mean I get it. I know where he was coming from, I was eighteen. Way too young for Carlo, and I was away at college, it would have made things way too complicated.”

“Well, now you’re all grown up.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes I am, and I’m sick of waiting around for him to make a move that he will probably never make.”

I removed the headphones and shut down the computer. I had heard enough, in fact, I had heard too much. Women were fucking insane. I would have Angelo remove the bug tomorrow, and then it was my turn to make her squirm.