Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,48
to get this meet over with, get her some food, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night fucking her so that tomorrow while I’m at work, she’ll be too sore to leave our bed. Then I’m going to do it all over again.
Chapter Fifteen
MASSIMO
Taking a joint out of my pocket, I light it while I wait for Brando. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the smoke as it starts to mellow me out. I’ve been wound fucking tight the past two weeks, specifically since the wedding, now there’s this goddamn email, I need to fucking relax.
“I can’t believe you’re smoking that shit while meeting with a fuckin’ cop,” Brando snorts.
Opening my eyes, I tip my chin down and silently invite him to sit on the bench next to me. Reaching into my pocket, I take out another joint and offer it to him. He curses as he reaches for it. I watch as he lights the smoke and moans as soon as it hits him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Right?”
“You always have the good shit,” he murmurs.
“I only buy premium shit for myself,” I admit.
He nods. “What’d you want to talk to me about?”
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I pull up the photographs and hand him the device. I hear his intake of breath, then watch as he lifts his wide eyes to meet mine. Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t tell what it means and I really don’t care.
“What the fuck?” he hisses.
Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh. “Got an email with those pictures attached. Who the fuck could have known we were there? Who the fuck got close enough to take those?” I demand.
Brando stares at me for a moment, then curses. “I didn’t tell a fucking soul. Just you and Luca knew what the fuck was going on. Nobody else. What about you? Got anyone pissed off at you?” he says, rambling.
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Every fucking business owner that I had to raise their protection collection on per Gavino’s orders.” Neither of us speaks for a moment until I turn to him. “Can you figure out who sent it, if I forward you the email?”
Brando snorts. “I can’t use police resources for that, shit like that they monitor. Besides I’d have to have someone else hack, I’m terrible at that shit.” Brando shrugs a shoulder. “Watch your back. Call me if you need me.”
“If they found me there, they probably saw you too,” I point out.
Brando nods his head. “Yeah,” he sighs. “Gotta watch my own back, which means we can’t meet up in public like this again.”
“If we have to talk again, we’ll do it at the restaurant,” I suggest.
Brando nods as we both stand. “Fuck, I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” he murmurs.
“Me too.”
Without another word, we both turn away from one another and head off in opposite directions. My car is waiting for me, my order should be ready at the restaurant for pick-up, and my wife should be dressed in something sexy, also waiting for me.
Pulling up in front of the restaurant, I don’t even have to get out. The hostess makes her way toward my driver’s side, a bag in her hand. Rolling down my window, I reach for the bag. With my other hand, I slip her some cash, including a big tip.
“Thank you, sir,” she purrs.
Smirking up at her, I shake my head. “Thanks, babe.”
She takes a step away, and without a glance back at her, I shift my car into reverse and head home to my wife. Wife. The thought still feels extremely foreign. She is my wife and even though I was just gone for a few hours, I do find that I miss her already.
It doesn’t take long for me to make it home. Pulling into the garage, I close the door behind me before I get out of the car. Grabbing the bag of food, I can smell the fresh bread coming from the bag. The joint from earlier doing its job of relaxing me, but also making me fucking hungry.
Opening the door, I walk directly into the kitchen. Taking some plates out of the cabinet, I start arranging the food. The house is quiet and I assume that Pippa is upstairs getting ready for me, or maybe even waiting for me.
Once I’m finished, I take the plates into the dining room and set them down, then grab silverware and a napkin before I find a nice