Page 130 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“What if I feel secure and safe, knowing he’ll always be there.”

His face pinches, then he leans back and runs his fingers through his hair. “How are you so certain he will be?”

I shrug. “Experience.”

“Ah, I get it now.”

A flush creeps up my neck. “Do you?”

“You like submitting to him?”

“Yes.” I don’t elaborate, the conversation too raw, too intimate. But I can’t deny the dynamic I have with his brother. It is what it is.

“We Beneventi all have our vices. Enough said.”

He gets it, doesn’t he?

Renzo’s expression sobers yet again. “Just … be careful.”

“He won’t hurt me.”

“You’re too sweet for that asshole.” He shakes his head. “But I’m rooting for you, Riley. I really, truly am.”

“I’m rooting for you, too. To get clean. It wasn’t easy for him to see you like that?”

He grunts. “I’ll get clean on my own terms.”

“Promise?” I offer him an encouraging smile.

“Promise.”

We eat breakfast in a comfortable silence until I break it. “How many years did Alessandro take care of Gelato?” I don’t know where the question comes from or why I ask it. But the answer suddenly feels important.

“He hired some turtle expert to look after it when he’s away. They live like fucking forever.”

Oh. My. God. All this time?

Renzo turns his attention to his breakfast.

While my mind races with the possibilities.

Of a lifetime.

With Alessandro.

Peace isa fragile tightrope the twins walk. I’m outside Alessandro’s office and about to enter, craving my dose of wickedness before he leaves tomorrow, when the bickering begins.

“You can’t even keep your dick in your pants,” Renzo exclaims with a short laugh. “What makes you think you can keep me here?”

“Little pricks like yourself are easily contained.”

A pissing contest over dicks? I roll my eyes. Men can be so crass.

“Let me ask you this: when he snaps his fingers, do you ask, ‘How high do I jump?’”

I flinch as something crashes against a wall.

“That’s the spirit,” Renzo continues, laughing wildly. “You’ve no problem raging at everyone else, why not the great Sebastiano Beneventi?”