Page 59 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

A nnoying as hell.

That’s what Niccolo Rosolini was:

Annoying as hell.

Too bad he was hot as hell, too.

When he’d propositioned me down at the poker table, I’d been shocked –

And immediately turned on.

He had the thing I wanted the most in a man: intellect.

But he was also funny, and charismatic, and smooth –

And audacious.

He really did like pushing the line…

And I realized that I liked that.

So when he asked me to go to bed with him –

Before we’d even kissed –

Part of me was like, You asshole!

And another part of me was like, Ohhhhh…

I guess I kind of like assholes…

I’d never been so attracted to anyone, EVER.

To be honest, I was afraid of Niccolo, too –

Which only heightened the attraction.

I was also incredibly nervous, what with this being my first time.

I’d always figured losing my virginity would be like moving to a new apartment: when it was time, I’d get around to it.

It seemed like I’d finally gotten around to it.

And if there was anyone I wanted to do it with my first time, Niccolo was the number one choice. There was no second.

I knew it would be stupid to be alone with him. There would be nothing stopping him from murdering me – especially not after we left a crowded room filled with hundreds of witnesses.

However…

After he did that silly Cosa Nostra ‘swear on something holy’ thing…

I believed him.

Which is stupid, I know…

Especially after everything I’d seen from Fausto…

But there was something different about Niccolo.

He won me over when he said he couldn’t promise not to kill me.

At first it alarmed me –

But when he laid out his reasoning, that one day it might be a choice between my life or his brothers’ lives…

I could understand.

And the fact that he wouldn’t blithely promise just for convenience sake?

It made me believe him when he actually did swear not to harm me.

I trusted him…

Which was more than I could say for any other man I’d ever known.

And then he had to go and answer his damn phone.

I wanted to strangle him.

He had me all worked up and horny for the first time in my life –

And then he yanked it all away.

However, there was a silver lining.

The information he inadvertently gave away was invaluable.

One: judging by his reaction to the text, it wasn’t good news.

Which meant Mr. Lau had fulfilled his promise to stall Roberto in Hong Kong.

My mission had been successful. Fausto would be elated.

Two: Niccolo said ‘an associate’ was coming along with Roberto.

I didn’t think it would be Mr. Lau – I didn’t see the elderly man frequenting a casino – so that left the tall psychopath Mr. Han or some other unknown party.

I got the impression that Han was Lau’s hatchet man, so my money was on Han.

Which just reinforced the notion that Lau was going to fulfill his promise.

Not only would he stall Roberto, but he would also keep him on a leash.

All wonderful news.

If only it hadn’t come at the expense of my getting laid for the first time.

So when I walked back to my suite, I was horny and agitated as hell.

I thought about leaving and flying back to Modena just to convey my irritation – That’s what you get, asshole! –

But I wanted him too badly.

And I wasn’t about to walk away from the only man I’d ever met who actually got my motor running.

…even if he was my mortal enemy.

He’d said he’d be up within an hour…

So I decided to give him that, at least.

Then he’d better come through on that Cosa Nostra promise of his to make it worth my while.