My eyes widened. “You knew they were listening and you didn’t stop?”
“I didn’t care but I knew you would so I didn’t tell you.”
“Oh God, please kick Remo’s ass next time he tries something like that.”
Nino thrust into me again. “I’ll let him know your feelings on the matter.”
I moaned, then shook my head. “No…no, don’t. I’d rather he forget it ever happened.”
Nino nodded, his eyes focused on his fingers, and my toes began to curl at his hungry look. My release hit me and my arms gave out. I fell back on the chair, moaning and giggling., completely overwhelmed and also increasingly dizzy.
Nino’s head appeared above me. “I think that’s it for now.”
“What about you?”
“Tomorrow,” he murmured and picked me up gently. I nodded groggily against his chest, then my vision turned black.
CHAPTER 18
KIARA
I had the headache of my life. Every time light met my eyes a sharp pain slashed through my brain. Holding my temple, I stumbled out of the bedroom. Nino was already gone, I guessed for his morning swim because it was already ten.
When I stepped into the kitchen, Serafina was hunched over the table, looking like a zombie. She barely glanced up and gave me a weak smile.
I tried to return the gesture but only managed a grimace. Remo’s mouth pulled into his twisted grin. Nevio and Greta were busy picking at the food cubes on the plates in front of them.
I trudged toward the coffee-maker and poured myself a long black. For once no milk or sugar. Making my way over to the table, I clung to my cup as if it was my lifeline. I’d never felt like this and I definitely would never drink as much again. It had felt good to let loose yesterday, but the morning after …
Nevio let out a happy screech when I sat down and I whimpered at the twinge the sound caused in my brain.
“Shhh,” Serafina murmured, half pleading.
Remo chuckled. “You two look like death warmed over.”
Neither of us reacted.
“I hope you don’t expect me to make breakfast. I can’t cook and I have no intention of learning it.”
I glanced up. “Maybe you should.”
“No, that’s the perk of being Capo,” he said then smiled dangerously. “Serafina mentioned she finally told you about us listening in.”
“Remo,” Serafina hissed, then groaned and touched her head. “I told you not to mention it. I shouldn’t have.”
My cheeks heated and I grimaced. “Don’t talk about it.”
Remo leaned forward. “Next time I’ll give you a signal so you know what’s going on.”
I raised a warning finger. “Don’t you dare. Keep your nose out of my bedroom.”
Remo would have said something else to embarrass me further. Luckily Savio, Nino, and Adamo were drawn into the kitchen by the scent of coffee and they all settled around the table.
Nino regarded me closely “How do you feel?”
“Horrible.”
Nino watched me a moment longer. “Cause and effect.”
“I really love you but that’s making me want to hit you with a spoon.”
Surprise flashed in Nino’s eyes.
“Keep your kinky dominatrix shit in your bedroom, all right?” Savio said a bit too loudly.
“Can you tone it down?” Serafina muttered.
Savio grinned. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve got a headache?” This time he spoke even louder.
“Don’t we get any breakfast?” Adamo asked after a moment.
“Our resident cook is nursing a hangover,” Remo said.
“I’ll make omelet,” Nino said and got up. I sent him a grateful smile. Remo was trying to feed Greta pureed carrots while Nevio fed himself. He hated it when someone tried to feed him with a spoon, so eventually we’d just given up and put a selection of cubed veggies, meat and fruit down in front of him so he could choose what to eat.
Sipping at my coffee, I watched Remo with Nevio and Greta, how patient he was even when Nevio acted like a little monster. Remo noticed my gaze and raised his eyebrows, and I just smiled. He didn’t like it when people saw his softer side.
A few minutes later Nino came over with a huge pan filled with scrambled eggs.
“I thought we’d get omelet,” said Savio.
“If you’re not satisfied with the provided food, you’re free to cook for yourself,” Nino drawled.
Savio held out his plate. “I see we’re all in a bad mood this morning.”
I stifled a laugh, then winced. Despite my protest, Nino put some eggs on my plate as well. “You need to eat.”
I sighed, then picked up the spoon and pushed a bite into my mouth. Everything tasted stale this morning.
After returning the empty pan to the stove, Nino set down Tylenol and a big glass of apple juice in front of me. “This might help.”
He sank down beside me.
Nino squeezed my thigh gently and I forced the pain killers and a large gulp of juice down my throat.
“When did you come home last night?” Nino asked Adamo.