Diavolo

xvii

SILVIO

"I'll repeat myself." I murmured, shooting the girl a look of indifference as I walked across the room to grab the stash of gun I'd kept hidden underneath the counter.

        I traced my thumb against the granite until I found the switch for the compartment and emptied it out. "What the fuck are you doing here, Lucia?"

A look of astonishment crossed her features before she scoffed. "It's Sofia. I knocked several time but the door was open, and I brought this a sign of good peace to call a truce. The conversation we had didn't go so well."

The woman glanced at me over her shoulder, placing down the bag of groceries on the countertop and smiled. She wasn't here for a damn truce. "My father hoped you'd changed your mind over our discussion."

"I haven't and I won't." Her stoic expression completely faltered. "I think I made myself clear that day to your father, Lucia. Get out of my damn house."

Her lips parted as she was prepared to correct me once again but judging by the look on my face, she knew I wasn't in the correcting mood.

I had a woman on the verge of coming on my lap hidden away in the bathroom most likely overthinking everything and letting her thoughts get the best of her. She was most likely halfway between the decision to go back to her room and flee to room with Beast.

I knew her and I knew this wasn't going to be one-time thing and I also knew there was no way she would ever let me touch her.

She was going to put the farthest distance between us. Fucking hell. And all because of Lucia.

"Look." Lucia turned towards me after dropping the groceries on the counter. The same groceries I was going to throw away into the damn trash after she left. "If the agreement goes on as we talked about, my father is prepared to give you his vote."

"I don't need his damn vote."

Her composed expression completely fell like she was expecting to trap me in a corner like a squeaky little mouth who'd fallen for the classic cheese trick. "Is there another woman in your life?" She asked bluntly, facing me with crossed arms and a little pout. "Is that why?"

With a restrained sigh, I shook my head to myself and walked to the doorway where the door was already cracked open but with a jab of my foot, I expanded the doorway.
Jerking my head in the direction and gesturing for her to get the fuck out.

Her mouth slacked, cheeks rosy as she watched the events unfold almost like she couldn't believe I was kicking her out. And then, like clockwork, I watched her gaze fall down to my pants, and the unavoidable bulge from earlier.

A smug look appeared into her eyes, and she grabbed onto her purse tightly with bright red manicured fingernails and waltzed out the same way she'd appeared. Like a storm of whirlwind emotions.

Damn it. She was definitely right about one thing. I needed her father's vote to solidify my place as Don in the Cosa Nostra.

There was other Capos and soldiers who didn't believe I had the right to be Don because of my background and since they knew it meant new management which meant people were bound to get killed and promoted.