seen her since she was ten years old, Tristan.”
I nodded and looked around the room. It was a nice room, not a suite but I could still feel the money poured into it. I hadn’t expected this. I thought she had asked me up here for sex. It was obvious she was looking for more than she had ever asked of me to give.
She walked to me. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her head rested on my chest. She breathed deeply. “I didn’t want her in this life, Tristan,” she sobbed and the crying mangled her words.
Instictively, I held her to me and rested my chin on the top of her head. I could smell the soap off her hair. It wasn’t the usual expensive shampoo she had put on by a stylist. She was a person, an actual person who hurt like everyone else and didn’t look like a face on a magazine. The lack of makeup didn’t age her, but made her look so young and beautiful.
“You don’t know what’s it’s been like, Tristan. After they found out what Johnny did, I thought they were going to kill me too.”
“How did they find out?”
She shook her head against my chest and sniffled. “I don’t know.”
“He never told you what he was doing?”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “You think I had something to do with it, Tristan?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“What are you saying?”
She was shivering and I held her tighter till she finally relaxed. “I don’t what I’m saying. I don’t know what to make of all this.”
“I’m a mob woman, Tristan. I know how I’m looked at and I know how I portray myself. It’s the life I chose and the life I’ve lived so long. She’s…my daughter,” and her voice cracked when she said my daughter , “I do rather have her here with me instead of her father. I want her in this family instead of his.”
I chuckled softly. “I think she will be fine, Lu.”
Lulina continued to hold my gaze. “Promise me you keep her safe.” She tightened the hold on my waist. “She’s going to have to walk into hell for what your father and grandfather is doing. Some of the boys may not like it.”
I licked my dry lips and swallowed and remained silent.
She went on, “There’s plenty that can happen tomorrow night. A bullet could fly into the wrong body. I need to know that you make sure it’s not her,” Lulina pleaded.
“Why would she be in danger?”
“There’s today’s business and yesterday’s business. There are men within your family who grew up living to the old way we do business, and anything new is a threat. She’s not a Rogue. She’s a Lougotti, and she’s crossing over, and she’s a woman. You tell me why it’s not dangerous. And if you believe it’s not like that then you should really wonder why you’re not boss of the family.”
It was a good point.
“I do what I can,” I answered the prolong silence.
Lulina nodded and grabbed my hand and led me to her bed. “Will you stay here with me tonight?”
With Papa only two floors up, and Mr. White and Mr. Black maybe watching every single step Lulina was taking, this wasn’t a good idea.
It was far from a good idea.
I nodded anyway and started removing my jacket while she got the button to my jeans and then worked down my zipper.
“You know, Tristan,” she said, looking up at me as she bent down to her knees, “we would have made a wonderful child.”
The feeling of her working down my zipper had my pants tightening, my dick growing hard, the mention of children with another married woman – yes, my brother was dead but his body was still cooling – had me going limp.
“What are you talking about, Lu?”
“I’m just saying,” she answered, “we would have made a beautiful baby.”
I laughed around the awkwardness, “you sure you just blowing smoke?”
She smiled and my eyebrows furrowed even more. “I don’t smoke, Tristan.”
I had wanted to think about her words. I felt as her warm fingers slipped through the fold of my pants and past the slit of my boxers.
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I nodded and looked around the room. It was a nice room, not a suite but I could still feel the money poured into it. I hadn’t expected this. I thought she had asked me up here for sex. It was obvious she was looking for more than she had ever asked of me to give.
She walked to me. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her head rested on my chest. She breathed deeply. “I didn’t want her in this life, Tristan,” she sobbed and the crying mangled her words.
Instictively, I held her to me and rested my chin on the top of her head. I could smell the soap off her hair. It wasn’t the usual expensive shampoo she had put on by a stylist. She was a person, an actual person who hurt like everyone else and didn’t look like a face on a magazine. The lack of makeup didn’t age her, but made her look so young and beautiful.
“You don’t know what’s it’s been like, Tristan. After they found out what Johnny did, I thought they were going to kill me too.”
“How did they find out?”
She shook her head against my chest and sniffled. “I don’t know.”
“He never told you what he was doing?”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “You think I had something to do with it, Tristan?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“What are you saying?”
She was shivering and I held her tighter till she finally relaxed. “I don’t what I’m saying. I don’t know what to make of all this.”
“I’m a mob woman, Tristan. I know how I’m looked at and I know how I portray myself. It’s the life I chose and the life I’ve lived so long. She’s…my daughter,” and her voice cracked when she said my daughter , “I do rather have her here with me instead of her father. I want her in this family instead of his.”
I chuckled softly. “I think she will be fine, Lu.”
Lulina continued to hold my gaze. “Promise me you keep her safe.” She tightened the hold on my waist. “She’s going to have to walk into hell for what your father and grandfather is doing. Some of the boys may not like it.”
I licked my dry lips and swallowed and remained silent.
She went on, “There’s plenty that can happen tomorrow night. A bullet could fly into the wrong body. I need to know that you make sure it’s not her,” Lulina pleaded.
“Why would she be in danger?”
“There’s today’s business and yesterday’s business. There are men within your family who grew up living to the old way we do business, and anything new is a threat. She’s not a Rogue. She’s a Lougotti, and she’s crossing over, and she’s a woman. You tell me why it’s not dangerous. And if you believe it’s not like that then you should really wonder why you’re not boss of the family.”
It was a good point.
“I do what I can,” I answered the prolong silence.
Lulina nodded and grabbed my hand and led me to her bed. “Will you stay here with me tonight?”
With Papa only two floors up, and Mr. White and Mr. Black maybe watching every single step Lulina was taking, this wasn’t a good idea.
It was far from a good idea.
I nodded anyway and started removing my jacket while she got the button to my jeans and then worked down my zipper.
“You know, Tristan,” she said, looking up at me as she bent down to her knees, “we would have made a wonderful child.”
The feeling of her working down my zipper had my pants tightening, my dick growing hard, the mention of children with another married woman – yes, my brother was dead but his body was still cooling – had me going limp.
“What are you talking about, Lu?”
“I’m just saying,” she answered, “we would have made a beautiful baby.”
I laughed around the awkwardness, “you sure you just blowing smoke?”
She smiled and my eyebrows furrowed even more. “I don’t smoke, Tristan.”
I had wanted to think about her words. I felt as her warm fingers slipped through the fold of my pants and past the slit of my boxers.
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