Page 56 of Vows of a Mobster

“What?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I was thinking about a plan. Make him pussy whipped.”

“When did you have time to think of a plan? While we were drunk?” I asked her suspiciously. “That was so stupid,” I muttered under my breath. “My first phone sex and I go and do it with the mob boss.”

“Honestly, I can’t believe he had phone sex.” Marissa admitted. “Did he come?”

I put my hand on my forehead. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this circus!”

“Did you come?” Daphne asked. “Did you both come?”

“Someone please kill me,” I raised my eyes to the ceiling, then realized what I said, quickly answered. “Nobody better kill me. And yes, we both came.”

“Wow!” Marissa watched me with awe although I had a feeling it was for all the wrong reasons. “Yes, make him pussy whipped,” she added, a firm decision in her voice.

They both started pushing me back up the stairs and dug out a bag, then started to shove stuff into it.

“Marissa,” I complained. “You are packing like I’m going away for a week.”

She shook her head and then mumbled, “Pussy whipped.”

“Would you please stop saying that?” I ordered her. “You are freaking me out.”

“I’m freaked out,” Daphne chimed in stiffly, her eyes twinkling. “I can’t quite look in the direction of the bed, because you and Mateo having phone sex keeps coming to mind.”

I rolled my eyes. “You two are asses.”

Marissa stood up. “He will probably want to buy you stuff.” She took my face between her hands. “Let him.” I went to open my mouth and she quickly continued talking. “You let him buy you stuff, Brianna! You hear me.”

I took a heavy sigh. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Brianna, he is pussy whipped,” Marissa emphasized each word.

“Well, technically he can’t possibly be since he hasn’t seen my pussy nor touched me. I did all the work.”

She shook her head. “Call me during your lunch break and tell me that. Then I might believe you.”

That made me pause. Why was she so sure?

Then I looked at her with wide eyes. “You think he’ll want to have sex at eight in the morning?”

“Hell yes, he will!” she answered.

“That’s kind of early for sex,” I mumbled to myself.

“Brianna,” Daphne exclaimed. “If he wants to have sex at five a.m., you do it. This is the freaking head of the Italian family. Let him say no to you, not the other way around.”

“How degrading!” I told her undignified. “If I am not enjoying it, I am not doing it. Damn it! I have my limits.”

“Oh, you will enjoy it,” Marissa added smugly.

“This is fucked up beyond recognition,” I hissed at both of them. “Emma needs me, and these treatments will determine the rest of her life. And we are discussing sex with the mob boss.”

“And that is exactly why we will do this,” Marissa answered. “He can’t possibly fuck you 24/7. After all, he is older than us. So when he is working and taking a break, you will be here and we’ll get Emma through this treatment. When Mateo is finally done with you, he will ensure you are taken care of. He always does that with his women, but he won’t want to see you around. We make this work for as long as this treatment for Emma is necessary. We can’t afford Mateo looking into your past, none of our pasts.”

God, this was getting out of hand.

“Okay,” was all I ended up saying. “I’ll just spread my legs.”

“It seemed it went well last night,” Daphne retorted, barely holding her smile back.