to meet his. “But will she stay gone?”
“What are you suggesting?” Arlo asks, sounding shocked and if I’m not mistaken, a bit proud all at the same time.
Tilting my head to the side, I lick my lips. “I’m sure karma will come to find me, she so does love to fuck with me. But if this bitch is dangerous, don’t you think we should find out why she’s doing what she’s doing, then take care of her?”
“We’re going to find out what she wants, then go from there, how about that?” Massimo asks, his eyes flicking over to the stranger in the room before they come back to meet mine.
“Okay.” I nod.
His lips curve up into a grin before he lowers his face and touches his mouth to mine. “Fuck, but you’re sexy when you get all mafia on me,” he growls against my mouth.
Chapter Thirty-Four
MASSIMO
Sliding my hand around her hip, I squeeze before tugging her body closer against my side. I don’t kiss her the way that I want. Tonight, we’re watching. For whatever fucking reason, I’ve allowed Pippa to be with me when I not only watch Erin, but also talk to her.
The element of surprise is essential in this situation. I don’t want Erin to come up with some bullshit or hide from me. She’s going to answer to me for what she’s done.
I feel as though I’ve become softer, though I’m not sure that I hate it as much as I thought that I would. Being soft for Pippa doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. If there was ever a person that I wanted to let in, it is definitely her.
“She’s beautiful,” Pippa whispers.
Throwing some chips down, I hold my cards up as I shift my gaze over to the table where I know Erin is cuddled up to her client for the evening. Pippa presses against me closer, her lips touching my earlobe, her teeth tugging gently, the sensation going straight to my cock before she speaks.
“She’s watching us.”
I snort before I let out an exhale. “Yeah.”
“Did you love her?”
I almost let out a gigantic bark of laughter, but I keep it in before adding a little more money to the middle. I could lie to Pippa, tell her that I felt something for Erin, maybe it would make me look like less of a fucking asshole—but I don’t.
“I didn’t know her name until after we were married, when she suddenly started to become a bit of a problem. Though, I couldn’t have imagined she’d be this much of a fucking ordeal, especially five years later.”
Pippa doesn’t say anything else. I expect her to, but she stays quiet. I can sense her watching Erin, taking in her every move. We don’t say anything else to one another, I’m sure that she’s lost inside of her own head and I’m trying to watch Erin and play this game.
“She’s not beautiful, by the way,” I say much later in the evening.
I’m finished playing cards and standing with my back to the bar, Pippa’s body is curled in front of mine, her hand placed at the center of my chest while she looks to the side of the room where I can’t see without turning my head.
With a whiskey in one hand, my other firmly gripping her gorgeous ass, I scan the casino. Erin walked away a while ago, making her way to a sex room to fulfill what she’s been paid to do.
I never fucked her here. I always visited her at her place, a house where several women live together. We have them all over the city. The women are brought here in SUVs every night for work.
Those who have clients at their homes, don’t come in that day. It’s a complete schedule that Arlo has fucking spreadsheets on.
I don’t know how he does it, but between him, Mia, and the house madams, they have it all figured out. Who does what, who doesn’t do what, and what clients they will fit with best. Since I’ve been gone, they’ve added men, which has a whole separate clientele and a whole separate list to keep track of.
Pippa’s hand slowly slides up the center of my chest, her fingers finding their way to my throat, curling around the side. Shifting my head to face her, I dip my chin down and look into her eyes. She licks her bottom lip before her teeth sink down on the plump skin.
She’s horny.
She wants me, wants to get off, and