Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

"I want a phone."
"No."
"Why not?"
"First, because you haven't earned the privilege. Second, it isn't safe. If you need to make a call, Dimitri or I can help you. Until you learn our rules and are willing to abide by them, it is too risky."
"I need to call my family."
"I will think about it." Her nostrils flared and I could see how she struggled not to lash out. After a long second, she asked, "And how am I supposed to earn these privileges?"
"By doing what you are told. Stop fighting me and the marriage to my son. Accept your fate, Valentina ." Gracefully, she rose out of the chair. "I'd rather you kept your privileges. If that is all, capo?"
My title falling from her lips, even in sarcasm, twisted something dark and hot inside me, like the word unlocked a secret fetish I hadn't known until now. I wanted to hear her say it again, but from her knees, begging me to fuck her mouth.
Or on her back while I rode her hard. I wanted her to breathe it in my ear and scream it as she came. I wanted it to be both pleasure and pain, the only word she remembered in the bedroom. I stared at her, breathing hard, an erection growing in my trousers, all the while convinced I was losing my mind.
Never had a woman gotten under my skin in such a fashion. This could not continue. I needed her settled with Dimitri . She would never be mine. The best thing I could do was to push the two of them together more often. Starting tonight. "That is all," I said. "Enjoy your dinner in town later."
Her dark brown brows pinched but she didn't look at me. "Dinner in town?"
"With Dimitri . I assume he told you, no?" Dimitri hadn't mentioned it because I just decided on the outing, but she didn't need to know that. "I can't believe you are trusting me off the estate."
Trust never even entered my mind. I had eyes and ears everywhere in Siderno and she wouldn't get far if she tried to escape. Someone would turn her to me. The wrath of the 'Ndrangheta meant certain death, and not many would be stupid enough to risk their lives to help a stranger.
I'd make sure Dimitri took some of our guards, as well. "I don't need trust, Valentina , because you know who suffers if you disobey me."
"Me?"
"And your sisters." Hate blazed in her gaze, her body nearly vibrating with the urge to shout at me, to scratch my eyes out. Anything to ease her suffering. But there would be no relief. I always got what I wanted. "You truly are the Devil."
I gave her a sinister smile, the one I reserved for those who cheated or lied to me. "Never forget it, piccola monella."
Marco walked into my office shortly after Valentina stormed out. My cousin did not appear happy, but his news would have to wait. I pointed at a chair. "Sit down. I have an errand for you."
"When? Now?"
"Dimitri is taking Valentina to dinner in town tonight. I want you to go with them."
"Sure, I'll play chaperone. That's more exciting than spending time with my family." I couldn't tell whether he was being sardonic or not. "Give them space. The idea is for them to get close."
Even though the thought made my chest burn with an emotion I dared not name. All the more reason I must push them together quickly. This girl had me contemplating very stupid ideas, and I could not afford to act on any of them. "Have you informed Dimitri of this?"
"No, but he'll do as he's told." I picked up my phone and texted him instructions. "There. He's sleeping but he'll see this later on."
"I hear he was up late dealing with a delivery from our friends down south."
"He told me there were no issues."
"There weren't...until later." I smoothed my tie, taking a second to compose myself before hearing disturbing news. I was already on edge from my meeting with Valentina . "What does that mean?"
Marco sighed. "Gratteri called. He inventoried the packages today and thought we were light, even though the men at the drop said it was all accounted for when they left."
"How light?"
"Around four hundred grams." I instantly did the maths. "That's almost seventeen thousand Euros worth and it's missing?"
"Sí."
"Who was the last to leave the storage site?"
"I'm told it was Dimitri ."
"Cazzo." I pounded my fist on the table. "I know, but what would Dimitri want with that much uncut cocaine? It doesn't make sense."
"He said he went out with friends after. Came in this morning as Zia served breakfast."
"Did he look high?"
"No. Certainly not four hundred grams worth." Marco held up his palms. "Maybe he did go out and meet a lot of friends. Maybe they partied all night."
Even so, I didn't like it. Dimitri knew better than to take from the 'ndrina. I gave him everything he wanted. Our power and wealth meant no
stealing required And my son had never been into drugs. If so, I certainly would have heard about it.