recognizable Johnny Morello. The guy was lucky to be alive.
It was a bold move, hurting one of our own.
“And we will,” Matteo said, eyeing me with caution. “But some decisions aren’t our call to make.”
The bartender slid our drinks in front of us but didn’t hang around. I grabbed mine, taking a big mouthful. As promised, the double measure of scotch was strong, but I welcomed the burn.
“He’s a rat, Matt. And you want to just hand him over to the cops?”
The tip-off had come from our friends down in Providence about a guy who had been running his mouth about Johnny Morello’s. We’d caught up to him just outside Verona County and lifted his ass to see what we could find out.
“Not me. Uncle Toni. And it’s different, you know it is.” His expression faltered. “He’s not our rat to exterminate.”
Silence descended over us, thick and heavy. It was like a fucking noose around my neck. How was I supposed to just accept what my old man had done?
A traitor.
He’d betrayed us right under our noses. I couldn’t just let that go.
I wouldn’t.
“Hey, Enzo, looking good.” A tall blonde approached us, running her hand up my arm. “I was hoping to see you here.”
“Yeah?” I tried to place her but came up blank.
“Mari,” she reminded me, “we hooked up last month.”
“Marielle, right? I remember.”
Matteo smothered a snicker, and I shot him a hard look.
“You got any friends for my cousin?” I said around a smirk. “He’s going through a bit of a dry spell, if you know what I mean.”
“Fuck you,” he mouthed, fighting a smile. “I’m going to take a leak.” He gripped my shoulder and leaned in, whispering, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“What, you mean cuddle and talk about the weather?”
“Don’t worry, Matteo, I’ll keep him company.” Marielle moved closer, tucking her tight little body against mine. She was wearing a sparkly halter top that left nothing to the imagination. Her long hair hung down her back and her pouty lips were painted blood red.
My favorite color.
I could imagine them wrapped around my dick while I fucked her mouth, my hand fisting her silky blonde locks.
“I’m down, if you are.” She flashed me a knowing smirk.
“You read minds, hot stuff?” My brow quirked. “What other special skills do you have?”
“Take me around back and I’ll refresh your memory.”
“Let’s go.” I nudged her forward so I could climb off the stool. She slipped her hand into mine, and for a second, I wanted to shove her away. I wasn’t looking to play games or let some bitch think she had ownership of me. But everyone was too wrapped up in the party to notice me and Marielle slip out the back exit.
Without a word, I pulled her into the wall and gripped her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. Her giggles grated on me, but I tried to block it all out as she popped my belt and the button on my jeans like a pro. Wrapping my hand around her luscious locks, I yanked Mari’s head back, forcing her to look at me. She licked her lips, staring up at me with lust-drunk eyes and an overeager smile. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
Right. Because we’d danced this dance before… only I had zero recollection of it because I’d been too out of it to remember.
She dipped her hand into my jeans and stroked my dick, pulling it free until it bobbed between us. “Maybe later, I’ll get another ride.” Her brow lifted.
“Suck me good, and perhaps I’ll reward you.”
She didn’t waste any time, taking me into her mouth and sucking me hard.
“Fuuuuuck,” I hissed, my head dropping back against the wall with a thud. She felt good, hoovering me down until I hit the back of her throat. I tightened my fist in her hair, forcing her to take me deeper. Her hand went to my hip, trying to steady herself as I fucked her mouth without restraint.
“E-Enzo,” she garbled, tearing off me, “what the fuck? I can’t breathe.”
Her words were like a bucket of ice-cold water and I released her. “I thought you wanted to get me off?” I growled.
“I-I do.” She pouted, reaching back for me and jacking me slowly. “But let me take control, yeah?”
“That’s not how this works, dolcezza, and you know it.”
I didn’t want her controlling shit. I wanted to get off, go back to the party, and drown my demons in the strongest liquor Jonah had lining his top