not safe for me he starts to have s*x with OW only stops cuz FMC calls. This happens in like 15 percent i haven't looked further tbh, i think they haven't been in contact.
(Monte and I haven’t exactly been in close contact since I left New York. From what I’ve heard, when Monte’s not haunting his father’s Lower East Side pizzeria he’s prowling around the underbelly of the city doing illicit shit with the rest of the mafia thugs. I have no guarantee that he’ll even answer my call.), but they definitely know each other.
“Rochelle takes a look around and her nose wrinkles with distaste. What was she expecting, a palace? It’s a freaking basement in a hundred year old city building.
Speaking of distaste, the perfume she’s wearing is powerful enough to choke a bear. At least my cock doesn’t seem to mind.
Her palm brushes across the front of my jeans and she clucks her tongue over the bulge. “What will you show me next?”
“Don’t know. Let’s get creative.” I reach behind my neck, pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it on the card table.
Rochelle’s eyes light up at the sight of my chest. She bats her false eyelashes.
“You want to hear the truth, Monte?”
Probably not, but I say, “Go for it.”
She licks her lips and giggles. “I’ve had a gigantic crush on you since, like, seventh grade. Did you know that it never really went away?”
Didn’t know. And don’t care.
“When Livy and I were in the neighborhood and she said we ought to stop by, I only agreed because I was hoping to run into you. I’m always hoping to run into you.”
This isn’t going to happen at all if she doesn’t stop talking. I don’t have the time or the interest in anything more than quick exercise so I might as well cut to the chase. I pull a condom out of my wallet.
Rochelle’s face puckers into a frown. “I’m on birth control,” she complains. “I mean, we’ve known each other since elementary school.”
Oh, HELL no.
My face turns to stone and my tone becomes harsh. “Listen, it makes no difference if we shared the same fucking sandbox twenty years ago or if I just met you yesterday. I don’t ever march into battle without a shield. Got it?”
She huffs out her annoyance. “Fine.”
But she also slithers out of her tank top so things are at least moving along.
All of a sudden my phone starts buzzing. Out of habit, I haul it out of my back pocket, with no intention of answering.
Until I see the name flashing on the screen.
GAMER GIRL
Huh. That’s unexpected.
Last year, the death of mob boss Albie Barone sent his widow running back to her Sicilian roots. She was joined by the youngest Barone daughter, the one with the sweet face of an angel, the ripe body of a porn queen and the bizarre brain of a tech geek.
Sabrina.
As the echo of her name runs through my mind, the effect is both strong and instant.
“Back up,” I say to Rochelle. “I’ve got to take this.”