Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,56
now, I don’t feel so alone. Even if I’ll never belong with the wives, having Lenora at my side makes me feel a heck of a lot better.
MASSIMO
The small pink box in my hand almost feels heavy as I walk into the house from the garage. The bag of dinner feels like a lead weight as well. Perhaps it’s not the food that feels heavier than normal, but instead my mood. Today has been a fucking clusterfuck of a day.
Gavino and his demand of raising the protection collections has caused me nothing but goddamn headaches.
The men don’t give a fuck, they’re happy to collect the funds for their boss, but some of the shop owners are being difficult, to say the least. The new bakery owner has me on edge. He is just the kind of man that I don’t need. He’s dumb, but he is also someone that could gather his neighbors and stupidly stir shit up.
Walking into the kitchen, I notice that Pippa is exactly where I told her I wanted her. I can see her long black hair as she sits in the chair, her back to me.
“I’m home,” I sigh as I set the bags down on the counter. Turning from her, I open the cabinets and take out two plates.
I didn’t do anything fancy today. In fact, I have a grocery order to be delivered tomorrow. I’m tired of takeout and hope that Pippa will be cooking from now on. Honestly, I hope that she knows how. I never asked, I just placed an order while I was waiting for that fucker Roman to grace me with his presence.
Plating the steaks, baked potatoes, and roasted vegetables, I lift my eyes to the table. Pippa has already set it with napkins, wine, water, and silverware. I’m glad that she’s done that, I’m fucking mentally exhausted.
Walking up behind her, I set her plate down before I lean down and touch my mouth to the top of her head before I make my way over to my own seat. Setting my plate down, I let out a heavy sigh as I sink down in my chair.
Pippa hasn’t said anything. Lifting my gaze to hers, I frown at the bright red lipstick on her mouth. Dropping my eyes from her lips, my brows lift at the outfit she’s wearing.
It’s absolutely nothing like the other things she’s worn the past few days. It’s fucking raunchy, almost a bondage-style with all the straps and strings that hardly cover her small bare breasts.
It’s breathtaking.
“Dolcezza,” I rasp. She lifts her gaze from her lap, meeting mine and I see the trepidation in her eyes. “Come to me,” I softly order.
She stands, my heart races at the sight of the entire piece as she slowly walks over to me. The outfit matches her red lips, her shoes are black and sky-high. There are straps wrapped around her thighs, fuck, she looks deliciously naughty.
“You go shopping for more than furniture today?” I ask as she approaches me.
I shift my chair to the side watching her. She stops right in front of me, otherwise not moving. “I didn’t have anything that you hadn’t already seen before,” she admits.
Nodding my head once, I lift my eyes to meet hers. “This is what you like?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I hold my expression impassive as I wait for her answer. Pippa inhales a deep breath, then nods her head once before she speaks.
“I wanted something sexy, something that I thought you would like to see me in. If you don’t like this, I have another slip like the others,” she says, her words coming out quickly as her cheeks turn pink.
Lifting my hand, I extend my index finger and slip it beneath the straps at her breast. Running the back of my knuckle along her nipple, I grin at how hard the sweet bud is against my finger.
“I like it, Pippa. It makes you feel sexy and I like that too,” I murmur. “Tonight, instead of sitting across the table from me, will you face me, spread your legs and let me see all of you while we enjoy our meal?” I ask, making sure to keep my voice even and low. Though it’s not a question, she doesn’t really have a choice.
Her entire body trembles from my words and I think that she’s going to deny me, but instead she jerks her head in a stiff nod. She takes a step back and I