Page 60 of Vows of a Mobster

Oh, buddy! You have no idea.But this time I was smarter, and remained silent.

“I really have to make a phone call,” I pleaded with him.

“No, first I need some answers.” I stiffened at his demand. He tucked himself back in, zipped his pants and buckled his belt, never moving away from me. “How many men have you been with?”

“Why does that matter?” I retorted in a shocking voice. “I’m not askingyoupersonal questions. Why are you asking me personal questions?”

“You can ask me anything you want,” he offered and I rolled my eyes. Shit, that probably wasn’t a good response.

“Fine, I’ve been with one guy” I muttered. “Ok, two now. I’m moving up in the world.”

“You didn’t sleep with Giovanni?”

“Marissa’s brother?” I asked incredulously. “No! Why would you even think that? And if you thought that, why would you do this?” He watched me pensively. “You are seriously freaking me out. Whatever the hell is going on, I want no part of it. I just want to get that morning after pill and be on my way.”

“I’ve had many women, probably too many to count,” he commented and my jaw literally dropped.

“Oh my God, please tell me you always use a condom,” I rasped. And why would he tell me this now? I didn’t ask him.

“Yes, and usually they are required to go through an examination,” he replied.

I frowned. “Why didn’t I?”

“Probably for the same reason you forgot about the condom.” We watched each other, the meaning and consequences floating around the room.

“Well, this is fixable,” I finally replied, my voice trembling. “I just need that morning after pill and all good. We all move on. See, easy peasy.”

“No.”

I frowned again, not understanding. “What do you meanno?”

“It means exactly what I said.” His eyes were hard and suddenly I understood. This was the ruthless man that everyone saw. This was the man that ruled the famiglia and always got what he wanted.

“Mateo,” I whispered. “No, please. You can’t mean this. We don’t even-” My voice broke and I swallowed hard. “Please don’t do this.”

“Until we know whether you are with child,” he continued as if I didn’t speak, “you will be living with me.”

How did it all go south so fast?

“You know I can’t do that,” I tried again. “I have a kid.”

“She can live under my roof too,” he added. “The house is plenty big. You will not have an unsupervised moment till we know if you are pregnant.”

I wanted to scream at him, curse at him, scratch him, hit him… but instead I sat there on his desk too numb to react.

I really had the worst taste in men.

“I guess I can see it now,” I muttered under my breath. “Can I have my underwear please?”

I pushed him away from me and hopped off the desk. He reluctantly handed me my panties back and I quickly pulled them on.

“See what, Brianna?” he asked.

“I can see why they call you ruthless,” I told him bitterly. “They should addassholeto the list.”

I must have lost my mind to talk to a mob boss like this. He took my chin and raised my face to him. His grip was firm but gentle. Our eyes locked. The most frightening part was that even now, as I watched him, he got to me. He made my insides quiver. He was a complete stranger and somehow, I fell for his stupid non-existent charm.

It was hard to believe that less than ten minutes ago the world ceased to exist while he fucked me. He sure fucked me. He fucked me over. I had never lost so quickly in my life. And it was a bitter loss.