LUCA (You Will Be Mine) (The Sicilian Mafia Series Book 1) by Jaimie Roberts Page A

found out that he was thirty-one, born in Sicily, but was brought up in England and the US. I also learned he had four brothers and five sisters and was currently single with a view of meeting Mrs. Right. He had been working for Luca for about six years and was enjoying the lifestyle it afforded him.
    Mia soon found us after about fifteen minutes, and we enjoyed the rest of the stroll with Mia’s arm slung through Alessandro’s the whole time.
    Yes, I did notice that. Mia was smitten, and I could tell in a sense that Alessandro was too. Maybe things were happening outside that door of mine that I wasn’t aware of.
    Sitting in my tower again, it bugged me just how much I was closed off to the outside world. The more the minutes ticked by, the angrier I became with Luca. He hadn’t once called or gotten anyone to explain what the hell was going on. He had just left me here without a word—nothing.
    It also ticked me off royally that I was waiting on him. I had never waited on any man, and I wasn’t intending to start with him.
    I found myself in the bathroom before long, washing and preening myself for the supposed night out. Even if I didn’t make it out, I wanted Luca to see what he had been missing all day. The effort that went into styling my hair and doing my make-up was immense. I was determined to look as sexy as hell. I even thought fuck it and put a dress on that left little to the imagination. It wasn’t slutty; it was just elegantly sexy. It showed my curves in the right places and accentuated my breasts. It was just what I wanted for the evening.
    Once it got closer to eight, I retrieved the walkie-talkie from my drawer and signalled to Belinda and the girls that I was ready and waiting for their approach. I was told they would knock on the door five times so I would know it was them.
    I didn’t know how long they were going to be or if they were even going to be able to pull it off, but the excitement of at least trying was coursing through my veins.
    Another fifteen minutes passed before I heard the highly anticipated knocks on the door. How the hell did they pull it off? Alessandro was never away from my door normally.
    I didn’t know why, but I tiptoed to the door in my high heels and very slowly opened the door into a dimly lit hallway. Belinda motioned with her finger to keep quiet and grabbed my arm to hoist me out of my room.
    “Hey girls,” I whispered. I noticed it was only Belinda, Melinda, and Rachael crouching outside my door. “Where’s Alessandro?”
    The girls giggled a little and pulled me towards the escape exit Thomas had led the girls down to the day before.
    Nearing the exit, it became clear where Alessandro was. I could hear him moaning from one of the cupboard doors. “Fuck, Mia… That’s so good.”
    I felt like a bit of a voyeur, but the little imp in me couldn’t resist a peak. There was a little bit of light shining through the crack in the door. There wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to reveal Alessandro standing with his head pulled back in ecstasy. On the floor in front of him was a bobbing head—Mia’s head—and she was giving him what looked like the best blow-job he ever had in his life. The intensity on his face said it all. He had his eyes gripped shut as he was licking his lips. He held a fistful of Mia’s hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock like a freight train.
    “Stop looking, pervert,” Belinda scolded.
    “I can’t help it. It looks hot,” I giggled.
    “Hot or not, we better go. By the looks of things, he isn’t going to last much longer.”
    With that thought in my head, we were off. And all the while, the echoes of Alessandro’s cries could be heard down the halls. Wow, that was intense. For a split second, I doubted the wisdom of going, and I almost thought it would be best to wait for Luca. I could have easily returned the favour for the wonderful gift he had given me that morning.
    I quickly blocked that thought out of my head as soon