Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,108

something that he’s been thinking about, something that he needs to say. His gaze flicks from Arlo to me, then to Erin before going back and finally landing on Arlo.

He doesn’t get a chance to say a single word. Pippa bursts through the door, her eyes narrowed on Erin. I take my phone from my pocket, checking to see if security sent me a text that Pippa was out of her room, but they didn’t. Fucking dicks. Nobody will watch my wife better than I can.

“Erin needs to understand what she’s done. I don’t think that she comprehends it completely.”

“How?” Both Arlo and Erin ask simultaneously.

Pippa takes a step forward. “You want to be a Made wife?” she asks.

She gulps, her chin jutting upward. “It’s better than being a whore, no?”

Pippa chuckles, she’s dressed in her sexy cocktail dress from earlier, her makeup all but gone, her hair looking as though I’ve thoroughly fucked her, and I have. Basically, she looks sexy as fuck.

“No,” Pippa grinds out. “Being the wife of a Made Man is the same. Except the freedom that you have now, it’s gone. You can’t go do whatever the fuck you want when you want to. You can’t even walk down the street without fear of being shot at, but you know that about me, don’t you?”

“Pippa,” I warn.

She shakes her head, taking a step past Brando, then another toward me, stopping right next to my side. Perhaps I should be offended by her words, how she’s describing being a wife, being my wife? I’m not. She’s one hundred percent correct in her description of what it’s like to be the wife of a Made Man.

Erin opens her mouth, but Pippa doesn’t let her speak. She jerks away from me, getting far too close to Erin before she leans down, her face directly in front of Erin’s.

I can’t stop my gaze as it slides down to her ass, taking in the gorgeous shape, thinking of the way she brought herself to climax in just this stance a few hours ago. Licking my lips, I try to tear my eyes from Pippa’s ass, but I just fucking can’t do it.

“Who the fuck shot me?” Pippa snaps, her voice hard and full of fire. My cock twitches, wondering where this part of her has been, it’s sexy as shit.

Erin growls. “I wouldn’t tell you.” She sneers.

“You haven’t been sitting around waiting for five years because you are somehow in love with a man who didn’t even know your name. This is bigger,” she points out, saying exactly what we’re all thinking.

I watch as Erin’s gaze flicks up to Brando’s, then mine before it shifts back to Pippa’s. “You’re right,” she says with a simple shrug of her shoulder. “But I’m still not telling you. Massimo was just the icing on the cake and he’s a good fuck, although I’m sure you already know that.”

PIPPA

Erin is holding on to something big, something that I don’t think any of these men could guess. It seems silly, that she would be so obsessed with me, with Massimo after five years. They were never anything more than client and whore. She knows he’d never be with her, and I don’t think she ever really wanted him to be.

This is bigger than that.

“You’re from Ireland?” I ask.

She narrows her eyes at me, but I see the lie for what it is when she nods her head. “Of course, I am.”

Straightening my back, I stand tall and look over my shoulder at Massimo. His brows rise, clearly reading my doubt. He looks over to Brando, who is staring at Erin, but it’s with an expression that I can’t quite read.

It’s obvious that this is a man who likes to figure out the puzzle. And maybe Erin is a puzzle all by herself that he’s trying to solve.

“You’re not,” Brando announces.

“What?” Arlo, Massimo, and Mia ask at the same time, their gazes flying to meet Brando’s.

He snorts. “It was exactly what I was getting ready to tell you before the beautiful Mrs. Ferrucci burst in here.”

“You were?” I ask, spinning around to watch him, my lips parted in awe.

“Erin wasn’t born in Ireland, in fact, she was born right here in New York. Please explain to the class how you ended up working for the Zanetti famiglia.”

“You know all the answers, why don’t you tell them?” she snaps.

Brando shakes his head, his lips pressing together. “I don’t know the why. You’ve tried to become part of