DeLuca (Mafia Romance)

Mia True to Carlo’s word Gina showed up a week later, bags in tow. I ran down the stairs to greet her in the foyer.

“You lucky bitch! This place is even bigger than you said!” she squealed as I cleared the last step and lunged for her. “I missed your face so bad,” she said as we embraced. We were simultaneously hugging, jumping up and down and squealing when Carlo walked in from the den.

“What in the hell is going on?” he called out, rounding corner. We immediately stopped and turned to face him. “Oh, sorry I thought someone was killing a wild animal or something.”

I laughed, “You wanted me to be a normal teenage girl. We scream, a lot.”

“Ah yes, well lesson learned, be careful what you ask for,” he deadpanned.

At that we all laughed, “Carlo, this is Gina. Gina, this is Carlo.” Carlo came towards us to shake Gina’s hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gina,” he said politely.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh no, the pleasure is all mine,” she said as she took his hand and looked him up and down. I smacked her arm and glared at her. “What?” she asked with fake innocence and wide eyes.

Carlo cleared his throat, obviously more than a little uncomfortable with a teenage girl leering at him. “Well then, I’ll leave you two to get settled. Be ready to leave for dinner at six, we’re going into the city.”

“Sounds good,” I said as he turned to walk back to the den.

“Girl you have been holding out on me, you didn’t tell me he was such a hottie!” Gina stage whispered to me.

I could feel my cheeks flame, “Shut up Gina, that’s my new brother you’re talking about!”

“I’m just saying in this case, I’m rooting for some incestual lovin'”

“Jesus, Gina!”

“Hey! Don’t hate me for saying what you’re already thinking.”

“Oh my God, come on you crazy bitch.” I hoped Carlo hadn’t heard too much of that conversation. “I’ll show you where to put your bags then we can go out to the pool.”

“Hell yeah! I need to work on my tan.” Gina said as we lugged her suitcases up the stairs.

Carlo This is going to be a long two weeks, I thought to myself as I settled back down at my desk. Gina was a handful. From the looks of it Mia had been on her best behavior since she had been here, I had a feeling that was going to change. I certainly did not need Gina filling Mia’s head with any romantic notions of me. I was a 28 year old man, I had no business starring in any 17 year-old girl’s fantasy, or she in mine for that matter.

Sure there were plenty of men out there that would lavish in the attention of a barely-legal young woman, but I am not one of those men. Relationships are complicated, and getting involved with an underage girl that is supposed to be my sister or her obviously very willing friend, would be beyond complicated. Not that Mia wasn’t beautiful, she was, but she was still a child.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

I tried for a half hour to get some work done but I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept drifting off to Mia. It’s not like I didn’t notice she was attractive. I’d noticed that right off the bat, but as soon as she’d taken that gun from my hand my view of her had changed. She had become a comrade, someone I could relate to.

What the hell did I get myself into?

I ran a hand down my face, I just needed to work some frustration out, and it had been too long. Maybe I would call one of my regular girls when we were in the city tonight, get rid of this tension. In the meantime my concentration was shot, a few laps in the pool might help clear my head.

I heard the music as soon as I walked through the patio doors, the outdoor stereo system had been turned on and was currently playing Work it, by Missy Elliot. I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. Mia was laying out by the pool. I knew Gina was there too but I didn’t see her because my eyes were stuck on Mia. She was wearing a tiny white bikini, a stark contrast to her olive skin. I had never seen this much of Mia, she wore modest clothes and every time I had glanced out the window when she was using the pool she was in the water. I had been way off, she was all woman. She was dancing in her lounge chair, arms above her head, back arched, wiggling her hips to the music and singing along to the song. I felt my swim trunks start to tighten.

I am so fucked.