How Adorable
**ALEX**
When we arrive at the beach house that I have rented, I send Santos’ man upstairs to rest in one of the rooms until we are ready for him. Then my eyes fall on our female companion and I seriously consider her while I pour myself a tall glass of whiskey. Romano’s daughter is pretty enough, but nearly as portly as her father and could probably benefit from a run or two or three. Her lips are definitely nice enough and I might have them around my cock if I didn’t plan to help her catch my cousin’s attention instead.
“Fuck!” Mickey shouts, throwing his phone into the black leather couch that faces the beach on the first floor of our temporary residence. “I’m going to kill him,” Mickey hisses, throwing off his coat and straightening the collar of his twelve hundred dollar shirt. “I will kill that big motherfucker with my my bare fucking hands.”
I snicker, watching him come apart as I take a pirate’s swallow of my drink and meet Ana’s frightened gaze. “That’s your future,” I can’t help but tease, pouring another glass and handing it to her. She accepts it warily. “Better drink up. He’s easier to deal with when there’s two of him.”
Ana flinches, but accepts the alcohol. “How would that make any kind of sense?”
“It probably doesn’t,” I say with a shrug, falling into a dark gray velvet armchair that matches the one she is seated in so primly. “But I am not notorious for making sense. Just trust me, sweet cheeks, you’re going to need your buzz.” My eyes flash as they wander over her heavy cleavage and my knuckles whiten as I’m suddenly reminded of my beautiful angel and of the fact that I might never touch her again.
Not because I won’t get her back safely, on the contrary, I definitely will.
More so because of Ruby.
I met Ruby right before my father died. Right before I took over. We’d been friends for years and although some deeper part of me that hardly ever likes to surface already knew that our friendship was dead the moment I agreed to that *fucked* up deal, I’m still finding it hard to accept.
We’ve been through a lot together. Things that even my cousin doesn’t know about. We’ve been trapped together on the wrong side of the tracks, held hostage by pricks who had no idea who I was and we’ve been kidnapped together, by Russian Bratva and had to fight our way free. There have even been a few times Ruby experienced enough of a close call, that she was in tears by the time I got there, and in possession of a pair of severed penises and two sets of slaughtered balls.
She and I came up together. She had my back and I had hers.
While Damien was still winning tournaments and competing under his daddy’s thumb, I was working for my father and Ruby was working for me.
And now, we’re on opposite ends of the roulette table.
I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t killing me inside to know how much she hated me now. But I am who I am and I will not *beg* her forgiveness. Not because I am not remorseful, but because I don’t deserve to be forgiven.
However, I am not the issue at the moment.
Santos is.
“Tiny is not going to answer you. Damien is not going to answer me. And neither of us can get Ruby to answer so… call Bruno,” I say quietly, watching Ana with mild amusement. She is already infatuated with my cousin. I can see it in the way she stares at him. In the way she blushes every time he so much as turns her way.
How adorable.
“What?” Mickey snaps, rolling up his sleeves and heading toward the bar. “Why in the fuck would I call him?”
“Hmm,” I murmur, taking a sip of my drink. “Have you forgotten about all the garbage strewn about the lawn? Or do you expect the maids to handle it all? Luca is but one man. And although capable, I don’t think he should be left to handle the job on his own.” My eyes heat for a moment, anger flashing through me despite that I try to control it. “Tell him to bring his little girlfriend, Simone. There are a couple of phone numbers that I need from my office safe and he will have to retrieve them for me. And… I will want to speak to *both* of them when we finally return, so they might as well park their happy asses right there until all this has finished.”
Mickey catches my eye, his eyebrows drawing together dubiously. “Both of them?”
I nod, granting him a slow, furious smile. “That is correct.”
“Did you leave the key?”
I nod. “I did, however, something tells me that his girlfriend already has one.”
Mickey tenses, cursing as he pours himself a couple shots of tequila. “Fucking conniving bitch. I knew there was *something* about her I didn’t quite like.”
I can’t help but giggle, “You had better send him with a few extra men. You know? Just in case he needs to be restrained. I doubt very much that Romany will want her friend murdered, even if the bitch *is* a treacherous cunt.”
Mickey clenches his teeth, shaking his head before tossing back both of his drinks before fixing Ana with a cold glare. “You should find something else to do. Go upstairs and tend to that chauffeur, or pick a bedroom and have a nap. You shouldn’t be down here with us. My cousin and I have a lot to talk about, *none* of which concerns you.”
“But-” Ana begins.
“GO!” Mickey shouts at her and I almost feel bad for the poor girl, but then, she surprises me.
She gets angry. “I WILL NOT GO! It was *my plane* that brought us here! And *my* father that *you* killed and I have yet to finish my drink. So, NO I will not go! I am going to sit right the fuck here until that bottle is empty or until you finally bore me to tears, whichever comes first!”
*Well, damn.*
Mickey’s jaw drops and I continue to sip my whiskey, hiding my grin behind a swirl of amber liquid. Mickey hisses, “Who told you that I killed your father?”
Ana rolls her eyes, taking a heroic gulp of her drink before reaching out for the bottle which I happily surrender to her open hand. “He was a pig and I am not an idiot. Neither are his men. They know something happened to him and they know it was you. They just don’t have any proof.” She pours herself a fresh glass, then says, “Yet.”
I can’t help it, I chuckle, “I think I may like this girl after all.”
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