Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

The time I was spending in the sun had given my skin a slight glow and today was a good hair day. When I walked back through the seating area, I waved at the men. "Mi scusi!"
Enzo's deep voice uttered a string of Italian I didn't understand, except for the last word, "puttanella." (Slut.)
I nearly tripped. Was he saying that about me? That asshole. Slowing, I waited to hear Rafael put Enzo in his place. Pull a gun or smack the back of his head. Whatever Rafael did, I knew it was going to be bad. Instead, he laughed.
That motherfucker actually laughed. Enzo had called me a whore and Rafael had laughed, like it was a big joke. Like I was a joke. Just a warm pussy to stick his dick in at the end of the day.
FUCK HIM. I would make him regret that laugh if it was the last thing I ever did.
Rafael's POV
She wore the fucking black bikini. After I explicitly told her not to. I was boiling with rage, seething inside. Enzo and his man ran their eyes all over Valentina 's body, ogling her like starving wolves when she'd sauntered through here. The small scraps of fabric did nothing to cover her ample tits and ass. She might as well have walked through naked.
Cazzo madre di Dio, I was going to paddle her ass raw when I had the chance. Enzo made some remark that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I concentrate on this meeting knowing what she had done? We were supposed to all dine together once Enzo and I were done discussing our agreement. That clearly could not happen, as I'd likely stab anyone who dared look at her twice.
"We should finish," I said abruptly. "Women are bored without us, no doubt." A splash and a giggle belied my words, and every muscle in my body clenched. Valentina would pay for this.
"I thought you wanted to discuss your son," Enzo said. We'd spent the first part of the meeting talking business, instead of the true purpose. A fact I was now regretting, as I wanted to be done.
"Yes, I understand you have a younger sister." Enzo blinked. "She is only fifteen."
"I understand. Dimitri will wait."
"These things might be common here in Siderno, Ravazzani, but we have evolved in Napoli. I do not adhere to the old ways, as you might have heard."
"Old does not mean bad. Many of our traditions have lived on because they serve a purpose."
"Like the merging of two families for political gain."
"Precisely. Dimitri is my only son and heir. Everything I have will belong to him one day." Enzo stroked his jaw. He would be a fool not to take this offer and rumour held he was not a fool. Hot headed, but not a fool. "What would I get in return?"
"I would partner with you on your computer venture." His right eye twitched, but he gave no other outward sign of displeasure. "We need no partner. In case you haven't heard, that has become quite lucrative."
"I can make it more lucrative. As well, perhaps some of my San Luca imports can be rerouted to Napoli."
"I should hope so," he had the balls to say. "All I am gaining is an alliance with the man who replaces you." Interesting way to talk about my son. "Your sister will become a Ravazzani."
He brushed his trousers, smoothing the fabric with his fingers. "I'll need to think about it. Violetta is my only sister and I hadn't thought of betrothing her so soon."
"I understand," I said, though I really didn't. This was the way things were handled in our world.
D'Agostino was kidding himself if he believed otherwise. And he would not get a better offer than mine. "If you agree, we would betroth them and hold off on the ceremony until she is of age."
"Generous of you," Enzo said, though I sensed a hint of sarcasm. "I'll consider it. Shall we join the women?"
"Of course." I rose and strode toward the patio deck. At this point, it was no use telling Valentina to put her cover up back on, but I wanted to. I hated the idea of Enzo D'Agostino seeing what belonged to me. It hadn't bothered me with Katarzyna.
In fact, she had paraded around topless during many of my business meetings on the yacht, and it had amused me to see the way the men coveted her. This was not the case with Valentina .
I could not say why, but I didn't want anyone seeing her bare flesh but me. She was mine. Valentina and Mariella were in the pool, hanging onto the side and drinking. Mariella was exactly what one expected: thin, beautiful, and boring. Compared to her, Valentina was a radiant burst of sunlight, one that glimmered and sparkled. She was ripe and sexy, with no bony angles, and a body that was made for fucking.
Which was precisely why I didn't want any other man seeing it. They would only be thinking about one thing. I approached the pool and thrust my hands in my pockets. "Are you having a nice time, Valentina ?"