Page 48 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio

Uriah smiled, nodded, and made her exit without looking at the toweled woman again.

“Mi—”

“Aye… Shut up,” I instructed. I needed to hear Uriah actually exit my home. When the alarm sounded, alerting me of her departure, only then did I give her my attention.

Pulling my jeans up around my waist, I tucked my dick back inside, zipped my jeans, and walked in her direction. The closer I got, the more the oils and soap she’d used made my head dizzy. Water droplets were on her shoulder, and the light bra strap that ran vertically on her skin let me know that she spent way too much time outside in little to nothing.

“Turn around.”

Instead of following my command, she tensed and stayed with her back to me. “Mi padre?—”

“Aye!”

She jumped, but didn’t do as I asked.

Leaning in, with my lips near the back of her ear, I inhaled her scent, and it was even more tantalizing. “Didn’t I fucking say speak English? I ain’t with language hopping today. Now… either you gone use my native language or your preacher gone be standing over your casket speaking yours. Turn the fuck around!”

She spun in a huff with glistening eyes. Instead of raising her hands, she pulled the towel tighter around her frame. Her lips trembled as she began to speak. “Mi… Mi padre?—”

Completely depleted of patience, I grabbed her by the neck, placed the gun to her dome, and slammed her up against the wall. I’d only used enough force to let her know I wasn’t playing with her ass.

“See… Ion think you know whose house you done pranced into. I may look inviting, love, but I’m far from it. You up in here where I lay my head; nobody comes to my fucking house outside of the people I love. If you in here, that means I trust you deeply, and last I checked, I don’t fucking know you. I don’t know what the fuck you Hispanics got going on, but I’ll make like ICE andsnatch you up, except I ain’t dumping you at the borderalive. Now, why the fuck are you here?”

Her chest swelled as she pushed out a deep breath. I was so close to her that I could not only feel the pulse in her neck, but I could hear it too. She was just as pretty as the last time I saw her, which was a little over four weeks ago. At the time, she had a problem with her evil stepmother cutting off her credit cards. Now, she’d stumbled into the lion’s den, and a simple phone call to Chase wouldn’t be the quick fix she needed. Fucking around and being in my home without my permission had put her in some real danger.

“Mi padre?—”

Squeezing her neck, her lips quivered as I gave her one final warning. “Solana…”

“So,she’ssomeone you love?”

“What?” I shook my head.

She’d finally complied and spoken in English, but not to clear her name so that she could possibly return to her family Earthside. No—she was questioning me about Uriah as if she had the right. These women were unbelievable. I was choking this girl out, and instead of answering my question, she’d pivoted to ask about another woman. The confusion had to be written all over my face, but that didn’t stop her from doubling down.

“You…You said no one comes to your house outside of those that you love?” She scoffed, and the sound shouldn’t have been attractive, but she was just that damn pretty, so it was. “What can you teach me? She’d received your ejaculation from a two-dollar whore and drastically overpaid for it?” Rolling her eyes, she shifted them since her neck was still in my grasp. “My father sent me here to shack up with you and your lover. How pathetic of him and you.”

Giving her neck another squeeze, I leaned further into her ear and spoke. “You worried about the wrong shit. Dipping off into lanes that have nothing to do with you. You broke inmyshit. You don’t get to question me about a muthafuckin’ thing.”

Letting her neck go, I took a step back and grabbed my jeans before they could fall. Even as I stood back—removing myself from her space—I still smelled her scent just from that brief encounter.

“I was just saying…” She rolled her eyes as she used one hand to rub her neck while the other one held the towel, even though it was tucked tightly in a roll at her chest.

Ines had asked me to groom his damn daughter like I was some kind of instructor. That nigga had to be hard of hearing and seeing, and the shit must’ve been hereditary because it took four times of asking her before she finally spoke English.

“You told my father you would get me in line for my future husband.”

“No, the fuck I didn’t, Solana.”

“Well… I’m here, and I’m not leaving.” She shrugged. “Rinaldi Mob needs us. And in order for us to bend, you’ll get me in shape.”

“I’m not discussing what the mob needs or doesn’t with you. As a matter of fact, who the fuck is the mob?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Y’all got the Feds on your trail.”

“Does it look like I’m wearing a wire?” Her free hand flapped at her side, and I sneered at the fact that I wanted the towel to drop again.