He shoves his phone in his pocket which means there’s evidence of whatever happened is on there.
There’s a bit of redness on his wrists that his tattoos mostly hide but I’m starting to realize Francesco underestimated the petite blonde and is regretting it. No one ever pulls one over on my cousin and the idea that he underestimated Ilaria’s friend is driving him crazy.
But it seems we underestimated them all.
I get dressed, taking my time as I realize that each second that passes is putting Francesco more on edge. But where he is the hurricane, wild and unpredictable I’m the aftermath. The calmness that looks over the destruction comes up with plans on how to rebuild. And right now my mind is working.
“That fucking-”
I look at Francesco who is staring at the phone like he can somehow make it catch fire and walk over as I slide my watch on, looking over his shoulder as he stares at the picture app story Becca just posted.
They’re all at brunch in white dresses, dresses that do not leave a single thought to the imagination.
Except Ilaria.
Ilaria is in the middle of the picture, her back to the camera, a black dress on as she looks over her shoulder with a seductive smirk. But I can’t stop staring at the leather jacket she is wearing. Painted on the back is Mrs. Luchese.
Possession shoots through me.
My last name on her making me smile despite the fact I should be much more upset with her than I am.
“Well, at least we know they’re not meeting with the Cartel yet. Call and set up a meeting in Vegas. I’m sure that the girls already planned to meet them. I want to surprise my fiancée at the meeting. Not a word of what happened to the girls. We’ll act like we want them to have time together, give them a sense of freedom.”
“Before we take it away.”
Francesco wanting to cage Becca surprises me but I don’t make a comment on it. It’s good he’s invested, wanting to work things out. I need my cousin to be a little angry in times like this. He works best in moods like he is currently in.
Picking up my phone I see the missed texts from Ilaria:
I can’t wait to marry you. If you keep tempting me we might need to make a trip to Elvis
In our room for the weekend. Thanks for the roses, husband’
I miss you
Can I just have your last name already?
The last text is accompanied with a picture she took in the bathroom mirror. The leather jacket is resting on her shoulders as she gives a look in the mirror, a soft smile on her face and I know I’m hopeless when it comes to this woman.
Hopelessly wrapped around her finger.
My last name looks good on you, principessa. I’m glad you are having time with your friends today because tonight you’re going to be all mine. I miss the taste of you
My fingers hit send and I think about how I want to tell her I love her. Maybe if she knows my feelings she’ll tell me her problems but at the same time I’m worried it will scare her to hear the words. Ilaria is complicated.
My phone buzzes as my driver takes Francesco and I to the airport.
Tonight I’m tasting you
Her text makes my cock jump and I bite my tongue, shaking my head at her.
My troublemaker.
My fiancée.
My Ilaria.
“We have a meeting Sunday with the Cartel in Vegas.”
Francesco lets me know as I nod my head. Somehow this party just turned into a work outing and I’m not sure how to feel.
All I know is that after this weekend there will be no secrets between me and Ilaria.
And that is enough for me.
32ILARIA
“Stop smiling at your phone.”
Sammie slaps at it as she hands me another mimosa. We’re already shit faced, all of us should have been cut off hours ago but no one has. Especially since we’re at the salon now getting our hair and makeup done for the dinner tonight where the boys will be.
Where I’ll have to lie to my fiancée again
I chug the mimosa, needing to be drunker than I am.
We need to clean up this mess.
We.
Me and my friends.
Not some man who thinks women are accessories. I was so used to growing up with me who thought I wasn’t capable of things that they did but I’ve always been just as good.
Fuck them.
We had gotten revenge and now we would clean up another mess because men were greedy and needed to be pacified
“Tie me into this.”
My eyes come up to Sammie, eyes widening as I take in her bond girl outfit.
The leather gown is strapless, plunging down and leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric cut and O rings press into her thighs in a diagonal line from her hip down to her upper thigh. Her dark hair is slicked back and her lips painted the signature red we all decided to wear tonight because Mac Russian Red looks great on everyone.
I don’t even have time to think about how hot she is as Tessa starts lacing her up.
Tonight’s theme is 007, the boys are supposed to give their best Bond looks and we’re the Femme Fatales.
