my position, with the way that Roman owes me, I definitely could take her. She doesn’t make my cock stand hard though, for whatever fucking reason, my body only wants Pippa’s.
“I’ll take half a dozen,” I order, keeping my voice soft.
She dips her chin, then turns and begins to box up the pastry. She hands the full box over to Roman who is working the register. He grunts then gives me my total before he lifts his eyes to me.
“Ferrucci, what the fuck?” he grinds out.
“Dessert for my wife,” I say with a shrug.
Roman shakes his head. “You’re not getting a dime from me, Ferrucci. Not a goddamn red cent.”
My lips twitch as I take out a fifty from my pocket. I know that the pastries are less than half that amount, but I’m making a point and being a dick all at the same time. He opens the cash register and starts to get my change. Lifting my hand, I wave it in his face.
“No change,” I murmur. “You have something for me?”
I watch as his lips curl in disgust. “Never. I’m not giving you anything. You can put your men out there all you want, you can harass me, whatever the fuck. I’m not giving you a fucking dime,” he growls.
Arching a brow, I snort. “You’ll change your mind. Just remember, interest starts on Friday.”
As if something shifts around us, the small bakery is filled with yelling. Someone grabs my arm, twisting it behind me. I don’t realize what’s happening until I hear the words, racketeering, extortion, and federal agent.
Fuck.
PIPPA
Marissa is sitting in the café when I arrive. I notice her profile before I see anything else. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I hesitate at the door. Looking to my right, I notice there’s a man in a suit. Frowning, I turn toward him, but he looks down at his feet.
Shaking my head, assuming he’s some kind of protection, I decide to ignore him. Tugging the door open, I take a step inside. Marissa must sense me. I watch as she turns and a huge smile appears on her lips as she lifts her hand and waves.
Inhaling a deep breath, I walk over to her table. I’m not the same girl that I was the last time I saw her. I’m married now, married to a Made Man in the Zanetti famiglia mafia. What the fuck am I going to tell her?
“Let me see that ring,” Marissa snaps as soon as I sink down into the seat across from hers.
Reaching for the coffee that is in front of me, I act extra dramatic with my hand. “Which ring? This one?” I ask, wiggling my finger.
She grabs my hand, pulling it closer to her from across the table. “Oh my God. Who is he?” she cries.
“Someone I’ve known for years,” I say, deciding to tell her as much of the truth as I can.
“How come I didn’t know anything about him?”
Pressing my lips together, my eyes search hers. “We reconnected a couple weeks ago and then it just happened.”
“You didn’t invite me,” she says softly, not hiding her hurt as she drops my hand.
Wrapping my fingers around my coffee, I look down at my lap, then lift my gaze back to meet hers. “It happened really fast. I didn’t invite anyone. My sister and aunt were there, but that’s all.”
She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes, then sighs. “Okay. It’s weird though. Are you knocked up?”
My coffee is against my lips and I choke with a cough. “I’m not, yet,” I breathe.
“Yet?” she screeches.
Laughing softly, I shake my head. “Yeah, Massimo wants children now.”
“You’re twenty,” she cries. “That’s crazy, what about your future?”
Shifting my eyes to the side, I let out an exhale. I knew I should have cut all contact. I should have deleted my Instagram. I shouldn’t have posted the picture and I shouldn’t have come here and met Marissa for coffee.
“This is my future, Marissa. I’m not in college, I can’t go to college. I’m Massimo’s wife, that’s who I am.”
“You’re crazy,” she snaps. “You’re too young to settle. Too damn young. Don’t ruin your life.”
Leaving the coffee on the table, I stand. Tears well in my eyes as I shake my head from side to side. She doesn’t understand and I knew that she wouldn’t. It’s not her fault, she doesn’t understand my circumstances.
To Marissa, life is fun and games. You choose a college major, you live in dorms, you