Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante)
How did I even address him? I’d never found it so difficult to speak with someone before, but all rational thoughts flew away when he was near.
“Dante.” I hesitated. “Maybe we started off on the wrong foot… at church last weekend. I didn’t mean to glare at you, truly.”
His gaze flicked to me. A hint of amusement played in it, though it wasn’t normal amusement. This man did everything a little dark.
My cheeks warmed. “And I wanted to say I apologize. I was uncertain about the marriage in the beginning, but now… I think you and Lydia will be… good together.” I forced my sweetest smile.
It didn’t get me the reaction I wanted.
He let out a sardonic breath and tossed his phone in the center console. “Glad to hear it, but I’m still telling your papà about your romance with the dancer.”
My smile and stomach fell.
He put the key in the ignition and started the car. A metal song played quietly on the radio. I couldn’t help but notice it was the same station Lydia listened to sometimes.
“Wait,” I rushed out, putting one hand on the gearshift as if I could stop him. He glanced at it and then back at me, his gaze conveying he would remove it if I didn’t. “I’m telling you, there is nothing going on with Tyler. It wasn’t even a kiss! I was merely… taking his life away. It was completely platonic.”
He didn’t say anything, but his stillness made me believe he was wavering.
I swallowed. “Dante, please…”
His eyes sparked. “What’s my name?”
I paused, opened my mouth but then closed it. I didn’t want to say it. Dante Moretti had a reputation. Dante Moretti was a stranger. Dante was distant. I didn’t want to call him Dan. It would flow too easily off my lips. Sound too good on my tongue.
We sat in tense silence for a moment, before he gave his head a shake. “Usually, when someone wants something, they appease the one they’re trying to persuade. A basis of negotiating.” He told me this like I was stupid, and I flushed in irritation.
“There’s no negotiating with a cheat.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
He ran a hand across his face, wiping off a hint of amusement. “Touché.” Glancing at me sideways, he gave me an appraisal, maybe impressed I had the guts to say what I did. Licking his lips, his deep, serious voice rushed over me. “So prove it to me.”
My brows knitted. “Prove what?”
“That it was platonic.”
“How am I supposed to-?” My stomach erupted with butterflies when it dawned on me. The shock of what he wanted me to do settled in the space like an elephant in the room. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
It was this moment right here that his reputation became clear to me. His cousin’s death hadn’t done it. The articles of his pursuits hadn’t done it, but his cool, indifferent expression as he laid this trap for me did.
He was waiting for me to say it would be inappropriate. Then my “it was platonic” excuse would crash and burn before my eyes.
I didn’t know why he cared so much about Tyler, but I was betting he’d gain a little male satisfaction from keeping his future sister-in-law away from non-Italian men. Benito always stayed in the damn car-why couldn’t he have picked me up today?
I wasn’t going to fall into his trap. That meant I could only call Dante Moretti’s bluff.
“Okay.” My calm response filled the small space, like even the air hadn’t expected it.
The tiniest flicker passed through Dante’s gaze. He scraped his teeth across his bottom lip, maybe in surprise I hadn’t walked into the hole he dug for me. The action only made me stare at his mouth. Warmth filled my stomach.
“Okay,” he finally responded, his eyes darkening around the edges.
What.
He thought I was bluffing. I wasn’t bluffing-he was supposed to be. Dante was playing with me. He wanted to see me squirm-I could see that leaking through his cool expression. It sent the burn of frustration through me.
“Okay.”
We stared at one another.
Neither of us was willing to admit we’d been bluffing. Mine for the sake of Tyler’s well-being and his for the sake of his giant ego. Unease rattled in my chest. I didn’t think I was getting out of this.
“If I do this, you’ll keep it to yourself?” I unbuckled my seatbelt and his gaze tracked the movement.
His jaw ticked in thought, but the tension in his shoulders told me this was the last thing on earth he wanted to do. Maybe he shouldn’t underestimate his opponents then. His gaze came to me, one nod of his head, and those butterflies in my stomach took flight.
I told myself to get it over with, but the tingles of nervousness and expectation that vibrated under every inch of my skin slowed my movements.
I rested my hand on the console, planning not to touch him anywhere I didn’t need to, and leaned in. He watched me with an expression like he was in line at the DMV. Five inches away, four, three… I jumped the gap.
My lips touched his to Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck playing on the radio. Soft and warm, his scent was concentrated and mind-numbing. I hadn’t even moved my lips, only pressed them to his, but a moan climbed up my throat. I kept it locked inside.
I couldn’t breathe; every inch of my skin was on fire.
Just like I’d done with Tyler, though nothing like it at all, I inhaled a breath of air from the slight part between his lips. One second, two seconds, three. I stole his breath, yet my head grew light as if he took mine.
I could hear nothing but the drumming of my blood in my ears. Feel nothing but the softness of his lips and the tingles beneath my skin. A heaviness settled between my legs.
Then I did something I shouldn’t have done. I couldn’t resist, couldn’t even think about stopping myself: My lips closed around his top one for a wet, warm moment. It was merely a pull on one of his lips, a tiny taste of what it would be like to truly kiss him. I pulled away, fell into my seat, and stared forward.
“See,” I breathed. “Completely platonic.”
His gaze burned my cheek for too many seconds. Though he must have agreed, because he only put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.
THERE WERE TWO RULES I always followed.
Never leave the house without my .45.
And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn’t get out of.
I had more enemies than the President of the United States, and I’d only survived this long by following those two simple rules. I’d never been tempted to break them-up until I was locked in a car with Ava Voss.
Gas station fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed above my head. Mist fell from a dark, starless sky, each drop sizzling on my skin. I was fucking burning up. I took my suit jacket off and tossed it in the backseat. Pulled on my tie and leaned against the car door. I inhaled, smelling nothing but rain and gasoline, and listened to the tire noise from the expressway.
I could have laughed, though I wasn’t amused at all. The smallest sexual interaction I’d ever had with a woman had gotten to me so much I had to pretend I needed gas just so I could get the fuck out of that car. Heat crawled beneath my skin, and I rolled up my long sleeves.