Page 83 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

M adonn – what a woman!

As I took a shower, I tried to analyze everything that had just happened from Sofia’s point of view.

She was obviously trying to manipulate me…

To get me to desire her even more than I already did (which would be difficult since I was borderline obsessed with her).

And possibly even to fall in love with her.

I wondered, though, how cold-blooded her machinations really were.

I wondered how emotionally involved she was…

Or if she was just acting out a part in order to wrap me ‘round her finger.

If so, then she was the best damn actress I’d ever encountered.

But I didn’t think she was. The best damn actress I’d ever encountered, I mean.

In my opinion, she was playing with fire…

And without realizing it, she was slowly getting burned.

Which worked out to my advantage.

Whatever the situation really was – whether she was playing me, or I was playing her –

I’d never enjoyed my job as consigliere more than the last 48 hours.

I just hoped it continued to be this good…

And that I wasn’t making a monumental mistake.

My bit of ‘afternoon delight’ with Sofia was wonderful.

However, it’s a bit odd when the only good part of your day is phone sex with a woman who’s trying to kill you.

In the days after our little session of ooh la la, things got stressful in my everyday life, but I still sent her text messages.

One of them was a poem.

I’m not some great wordsmith, but I do like puttering about sometimes for my own amusement.

Thus inspired, I sent her the following.

A beauty to see and a marvel to hear:

An angel inside of a woman to fear.

You walk like the dusk when the sun softly dies,

And carry great danger behind quiet eyes.

Your mind cleaves the dark like a lantern of flame,

And devils bow down as they whisper your name.

A storm wrapped in silk, with a spine made of steel,

You humble the world and bend all to your will.

Your soul blazes bright, for that’s what you are:

A beautiful, glorious, life-lighting star.