Page 66 of Dirty Mafia King

And there she is. Alessia, wearing two tiny triangles over her luscious breasts and a matching patch over her bush. She’s dancing with Zoey—who’s lost her bikini top. Alessia spins, and my throat tightens. Her tight ass is on full display.

Che cazzo?I see red. And not because she wearing tiny scraps of the fucking color.

“She’s always buttoned up.” Dante chuckles. “Bet Sandro has no clue what she’s been hiding.”

“Don Lucchese’s son or not, you talk about my son’s fiancée like that again, and I’ll knock your teeth in.”

“Whoa.” Dante jumps back and puts his hands up. “No offense. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Be surprised on the car ride home.” I signal toward the hallway so he’ll leave through the main entrance. No fucking way is he going out the kitchen door.

He shoots me a puzzled look. “I’ll send you a yearlong subscription for the best gelato in Italy. Okay?”

I grunt.

“Call you from Atlanta.”

I wait for him to go before returning my attention to the action outside. Alessia’s bent over a table, fiddling with what must be her phone, and presenting her heart-shaped ass to anyone looking.

And everyone’s looking. My guards. A few men. Madonna mia, if I search hard enough, the motherfucking gardener’s probably lurking around.

“Freido,” I bellow.

Zoey sashays up behind her and slaps her bottom.

And what does Little Miss Innocent do? She fucking wiggles it. I should have listened to Sandro. Zoey is going to corrupt her.

Before you get the chance.

“You called, Sebastiano?”

I force myself away from the window.

Freido steps back like I’m coming for him.

But it’s nothishead I want.

“Go. Get.” I point to the kitchen door. “Her.”

“What did Zoey do this time?”

My jaw tics as I stare at him. Is he shitting me, asking me questions now?

“If Alessia isn’t in my office in the next few minutes, you’re fired.”

Complete and utter shock flashes across his face and lasts a few seconds before he hurries outside.

I wait until he’s dragging Alessia by the elbow toward the house, and then return to my office to wait.

CHAPTER24

ALESSIA

“Run!” Zoey’s scream should have sent me flying rather than frozen like an animal caught in a bulldozer’s headlights.

But Freido grabbed my elbow, and all I could do was watch Zoey dash off, wearing nothing but her bikini bottom.

“What’s happening?” I gasp, struggling to free my arm.