Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,46

behave as one.”

Licking my lips, I want to look away from him, turn my back on him—I want to run. I do none of those things. I keep my eyes focused on his dark ones and I wait for him to continue knowing that he’s not done.

“Part of that is not asking me about other women or anything else. I’ll tell you everything you need to know, dolcezza. Decorate the house, throw out all the furniture, I don’t really give a fuck. You have unlimited resources. What you don’t have is the liberty to make demands and ask questions of me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I exhale.

I hate agreeing with him. It goes against everything inside of me, but I don’t have much of a choice. “What do my days look like now?” I ask, keeping my voice low and soft.

He grunts, keeping his palm against my jaw, his black eyes roaming over mine. “Your days are yours, Pippa. As long as you’re here by dinner and you don’t do anything to embarrass or shame me, I could give a fuck what you do.”

His words hurt me more than I thought that they would. I can’t hang out with my old friends, they’re busy with school and they won’t understand anything about my new life.

I can’t spend my days with the other wives, they have their own lives and Nicola, Chloe, and Lenora work full time. Plus, they have their own families.

Shopping all day sounds fucking horrifying. After I strip this place of prostitutes, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll be bored. You can only clean and cook so much before you have nothing to do.

“Okay,” I whisper.

Massimo dips his chin, his mouth touching mine for a brief moment. “You’ll find your place, dolcezza. This is new, we are new. There is much to learn, not only about one another, but about our places in our new roles.”

I don’t tell him that his role will probably not change much, considering he’s said as much. Instead, I nod my head and give him a smile. I hide all of my insecurities, all of my disbelief that this is going to be anything short of a miserable fucking disaster.

MASSIMO

Leaving Pippa alone in the bedroom to unpack her shit, I make my way toward the main floor and to my office, which is hidden in a small corner in the back of the building. It has a small half bath off of it, and it’s tucked away and hidden exactly the way I like.

Closing the door, I flip the lock closed and make my way over to my desk. Turning on my computer, I wait for it to power on. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I find Arlo’s number and touch the call icon.

“How was the honeymoon?” he asks after he picks up on the second ring.

Chuckling, I lean back in my chair and let out a sigh. “Long,” I admit.

“Mass,” he sighs. “This was what you wanted, right?”

Clearing my throat, I nod as though he can see me. “Yeah, she’s what I want.”

“But you didn’t want her to have a brain, and opinion, or a voice?” he asks, knowing exactly what I’m thinking without me having to say the words aloud.

I grunt, not answering him, refusing to actually.

“I get it,” he sighs.

“You don’t, but okay,” I say with a laugh.

“Why’d you call me?” Arlo asks, getting straight to the shit.

Pressing my lips together, I wonder myself why I’ve called him. “I don’t know. I was thinking about work tomorrow. Thinking about all the things that I need to do. Then I started thinking about the casino and gambling. How are things in skin?”

“Your favorite piece has asked about you. She hasn’t asked me, naturally, but she’s hinted with Mia. What is happening there? I saw you sneak off with her at your bachelor party.”

With a hiss, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes before I sit up straight and start to check my email on my computer. I don’t have anything pressing. Though, I know that I’ll have to pay a couple more businesses a visit tomorrow, something that I don’t really want to do after the Gallo fiasco.

“I don’t even know her name,” I admit.

“Erin,” Arlo offers.

I don’t say anything for a moment, thinking about the blonde that I gravitate toward. It’s not that I hold any feelings of affection toward her, I truly don’t. I do however like the way she fucks. She knows what