Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,34
when she doesn’t answer me immediately.
She nods, then releases her hold on her lip. “You don’t have to give me time. I can wear it all another day.”
I shake my head slowly, biting back the groan. My wife wants me. “No, dolcezza. Take a little time,” I gently urge.
She nods her head once, “Okay,” she whispers.
Turning away from her, I walk away before I’m too tempted to turn back and fuck her within an inch of her life like I want to do. Jogging down the steps, I frown when I feel my cell phone buzz in my pocket.
Noticing the name on the screen, I slide my thumb across and hold it to my ear. “Hello?” I bark as I walk over to the small fridge.
There is a bottle of champagne, just as I requested, waiting for me along with two chilled flutes.
“Got a problem,” Luca says on the other end of the line.
“Between my wedding reception and now, there’s a problem?” I ask as I balance my phone on my shoulder with my ear and reach for the champagne bottle.
Luca clears his throat. “Gallo went to the cops,” he murmurs. “Well, someone in his house did.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
Setting the bottle down on the counter, I reach for the flutes and set them on the counter next to it. Slowly, I begin to pour the champagne. Pippa is so fucking nervous her entire body trembled just from my kiss. If she doesn’t loosen up, I’m going to hurt her when I take her virginity.
“My contact in the department called me. Apparently, they got him when they called. Thank fuck. No report was made, but the fact that they even went there.”
“No fuckin’ shit,” I snap.
Clearing my throat, I look back at the stairs that lead to my new wife, then close my eyes as I turn back to the champagne. “Give me a couple hours. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. You know where he lives?”
“I do,” Luca confirms.
“Wait for my text,” I say.
“Boss, I can take care of this for you,” he offers.
Shaking my head, I know that he can’t see me, so I decide to speak. “No, I went to him personally. I gave him an extension because he gave me some bullshit excuse about his wife spending all their money on his daughter. He halfway threatened to call the cops, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He fucked with my generosity. I can’t have that.”
“I’ll wait for your text. Want me to pick you up?”
Fuck. I don’t have a car here. “Come by in two hours. Wait outside, I’ll be there,” I say.
There’s a moment of silence. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Luca sounds like he’d rather be anywhere else but at the lobby of this hotel in two hours. It doesn’t matter. This is his territory, this is his shit too. We’ll take care of it together since Gallo fucked with us both.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I reach for the bottle with one hand and the flutes with the other. Hopefully it’s been long enough that Pippa is dressed in whatever little sexy number Lenora gifted her.
Taking my time, I walk up the staircase that will lead me to heaven. That’s exactly what Pippa is too. She’s a piece of heaven on earth that I do not deserve. I’ll never deserve the gift of her untouched body all for myself.
I’ll never be good enough for her, to be hers, to own her. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to take her. I am. I don’t deserve her, but I’m not fucking stupid.
Chapter Eleven
MASSIMO
Walking into the bedroom, I’m surprised to see that the dress that was in a pile on the floor when I left, is now hanging from the closet doorjamb on a hanger. The blue shoes that Pippa was wearing are on the floor next to the dress and the veil is draped over the shoulder of the dress.
Setting the bottle down on the dresser, I pour each glass full of bubbly liquid. Then I toe off my shoes before I slip off my socks. Shrugging off my jacket, I drape it on the chair in the corner, kicking my shoes beneath it.
Taking off my tie, I toss it on the chair, then go about untucking and unbuttoning my shirt, leaving it open just as the bathroom door opens.
Lifting my eyes, I look toward the door. There she is. Pippa stands wearing a white slip