Page 96 of Dirty Mafia Torment

“One of them was a dude.”

Well, shit.

But something in her expression gives me pause, and I examine her more closely. Eyes darkening. Flushed skin. Jesus, she fucking loves the idea.

I test the waters, and share a truth. “Not the first time.”

Yeah, I’m right. The dirty little kinkster.

She clears her throat, drops her gaze. “Shower’s in there. I left a razor on the sink.”

Then she surprises the hell out of me again by sitting on the edge of the bed.

I cock a brow. “You staying?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“Should I?”

Ouch. But like respect, trust is earned. Don’t I know it well? But Fina? Earning her trust will take more than extreme measures. It’ll take something closer to bleeding out.

I’ve already bled for her once.

No stopping me now.

I turn away and strip down.

“The bathroom’s right there,” she says from behind me, voice tight.

“What did you mean, back in the barn, that you’ve got too much riding on me?”

She whispers her answer. “Dante offered me protection if I found you.”

I frown. “The ‘in his bed’ kind?”

“Protection from my father. I’ll never be at his mercy again.”

“I’ll protect you.”

She sighs. “Renzo. You can’t even protect yourself.”

I’m butthurt she thinks so little of me. How quickly her perception would change if she learned about Vito Cardini. Would she believe I’m this fucking useless if she knew the truth behind Carlo Accardo’s death? Naked, I kick away the offensive garments, and achieve a small victory as her gasp fills the air.

Likes what she sees? Good. She better buckle the fuck up. Call it spite. Call it payback. She underestimated me, and now she’ll suffer the consequences.

I give her a show, wiggling my ass as I walk to the bathroom. In my present condition, I wouldn’t wish myself on my worst enemy, let alone the misguided kinkster on the bed.

Shower first.

Show to follow.

I slide open the curtain, turn on the shower, then test the water with my hand before stepping into the tub. Hot water rains down on me, and I take my time lathering up, glancing her way a few times as she bites her lip and watches.

Always spying on me, isn’t she?

“You there, babe?” I call out, pretending ignorance.