Page 67 of Mafia Scars

I nodded. “So, you stepped up and took charge.”

“I did.”

Just looking at her was turning me on. I wished she were coming back with me now. I would take her straight to bed. Back to bed.

I needed to speak to my father and Claudius after Raphael spoke to them today, until then I would have loved the chance to play with her.

I lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back, arching her body into mine. I took the chance to rub my hands over her breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipples.

Feeling my cock straining against my pants, I had to pull away. “I’m taking you from behind when I see you tomorrow. I’ll come by early.”

“I look forward to it.”

I dropped my hand to her sweet ass, more than looking forward to tomorrow.

I looked forward to a time beyond this when she could really be mine.

That was what I wanted.

* * *

I watched Pa pour another glass of scotch and down it. My father only drank scotch when he was pissed.

Claudius glanced at me from across the room, legs stretched out on the coffee table. He was wearing his biker boots and leather pants that clung to his legs.

He and Pa got back nearly an hour ago. We’d gathered in the sitting room, where I thought we’d talk, but nothing was said.

Just drinking.

I drank beer.

Honestly, all I wanted was my girl. That’s it, and if she were here now, I’d be with her. Not watching these two take a vow of silence.

“So, are we ever going to talk?” My voice broke the silence.

“Pa told Raphael to go fuck himself.” Claudius smirked, then started laughing out loud. “You should have seen his face, bro.”

Great, what did that mean?

“Pa,” I thought I should see how he was feeling.

Pa looked at me with weary eyes. “I don’t know when I’m going to be ready to talk, son. It’s a lot to take in.”

“Talking helps.” I’d heard that at some well-being place.

“Tag was a very good friend of mine. Very good. He valued his sons more than anything in this world, and to hear that Raphael’s rage killed them cuts me deeply. I don’t mean to be the outsider, but I get it. If anyone did anything to either of you, they’d be dead. That’s it, they’d be dead.”

“I know.” I understood why Raphael had held back on telling him, but now I could see for myself the impact.

I couldn’t imagine what he must be feeling.

Claudius reached for his new phone and dialed a number.

“Who are you calling?”

We were supposed to be talking.

“Cassandra. I’m going to need her tonight.”