Page 86 of Dark Breaker

Rosa is watching me the whole time, saying nothing. The guilt I felt moments before is starting to be replaced by brewing rage. I’ll be damned if I say anything to her first. I can play the silent game just as well as her. Even if I’m the guilty party in all this.

I stride past her to check if she’s left me anything in the pot. Sure enough there’s some leftover risotto. I put it on the heat.

“Did you hear the news?” she finally asks.

“What news?” I pretend.

“My brother Roberto got arrested at your port today in a police sting,” she says.

“Yeah, I heard,” I reply casually.

“Did you have anything to do with it?” she presses.

I don’t meet her eye. “No.”

It only takes a moment for the pot to heat up and then I stir the risotto. I sit down to join her but she gets up to clean her empty plate.

I eat in silence.

When I’m done, she’s washing the pot.

“You know we have a dishwasher…” I tell her.

“Yes, and dishwashers are better for the environment,” she agrees.

“Then why…”

“I don’t know,” she replies. “I felt like hand washing today. It helps get my mind off my brother. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She looks at me and I can see the sadness on her face now. I definitely feel bad. “He’s gone to prison before and barely survived the last time. The gangs are all organized by mafia clan. Where he’s headed, there are no Amatos. He’ll have to fend for himself. I’m so worried about him.”

Shit. Tomorrow I’m going to have to call the detective and have him release Roberto. There’s no doubt about it. I can’t hurt her like this.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” I tell her. “He’s a hard man. I can see it in his eyes. He’s killed before.”

“Well yes,” Rosa says. “But he doesn’t have eyes on the back of his head. All it takes is a knife to the back, and he’s done.”

There are two types of prisons in Italy. TheCasa Circondariale, where the inmates await trial, and theCarcere Giudiziario, for the condemned. Italian trials are insanely slow, so that a person can spend a few years in theCasa Circondariale. Because of this, they’e usually very crowded. It’s very easy to stab someone in the back, like Rosa mentioned.

Yes, I’ll have to make the call tomorrow.

But I can’t tell her a thing. This is my fault. And I’ll fix it without her knowing.

“Maybe I can pull some strings,” I tell her.

I wish it was as easy to free my father, but he’s held in a high securityCarcere Giudiziario. Even if we could spring him, father would be a fugitive for the rest of his days, pursued by federal agents. Not like in Roberto’s case, where the arresting detective is completely in our pocket.

When I tell her those words, Rosa looks up at me with such hope in her eyes and such admiration that I can’t help wrapping my arms around her in a bear hug.

Then we’re all over each other. We make out, tearing off each other’s clothes as we do so. When we’re completely naked, my cock throbbing against her hips, I hoist her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom.

I throw her onto the comforter, then plant my knees on either side of her to mount her. I test her pussy. Could use a bit more foreplay.

I rub the bottom of my cock along her pussy lips and clit, massaging her as I mock hump her.

I pause, then reach down to knead her pussy, sliding a teasing finger slowly in and out as I do so.

Now she’s getting really wet.

I finger her swollen pussy lips a while longer, and then impale her with my cock. She moans in delight.