Cruel Summer

Vito looks up at me as well, shaking his head before saying something to my brother and then they’re leaving.

“Crazy how you’re your brother’s second, yet it seems Vito is always the one he goes to when something is going to shit,” Polo comments. I turn, watching as he lifts a wine glass to his mouth.

I finish off my own before snatching his from him, just as his lips touch the rim. I down it in one gulp before he can take it back. I shove the empty glass back to him, taking satisfaction in my hand thumping across his hard chest.

“And I find it crazy that you’re in my family’s business instead of yours,” I retort.

I watch as Enzo moves closer to Winter, grabbing her wrist. She’s showing signs of distress now, even though it's subtle, her eyes wide, her fists clenched, and her chest moving a little quicker than usual. Enzo starts toward the exit and I’m guessing that he has orders from Gio to take Winter back home.

Enzo’s head swivels even as his feet move and when our eyes meet, his lips press into a thin line before he drags Winter out of the building.

The rest of the party goes back to minding their own damn business, soft music flowing through the room.

“Not going to go running along to follow brother dearest and your little toy, or should I say toys?”

I turn, taking note of the amusement in Polo’s eyes as he watches me. “You know it’s almost as if you don’t have anything better to do than pester me, Polo.”

He smirks, his shoulders hitching up into a shrug. “You know I find these parties boring.”

“That’s because you don’t prowl the way you used to.” I raise a brow at him.

His lips twitch downward before his gaze moves over my shoulder. “Speaking of prowling,” he says a moment before I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I already know who I’m going to see before I turn around. I recognize the sweet perfume and plus there’s only one woman bold enough to come up to me at one of these parties.

“Isabella,” I say, turning. The Accardi embarrassment stares up at me with gorgeous blue eyes and a wicked smile that promises dirty sex. My dick twitches and I let my eyes roam over the low cut of her red gown, her breasts nearly bursting out of the top.

“Maximo.” She draws her fingers down the middle of my chest, keeping her touch light. “I saw Enzo leave.” She sticks her lip out as she pouts and I have the vivid memory of those same lips wrapping around my dick as Enzo fucked her ass.

“Yeah?”

“I thought that the three of us could have a little fun together tonight, but even though he’s gone, I’m still game.” She peeks up at me from under her lashes, looking like the innocent catholic girl that she isn’t.

The only thing Isabella worships is sex, and I can’t say I blame her.

I wrap my fingers around hers, squeezing as I stare down at her.

I can’t say that the idea of fucking her isn’t a good one. Unlike most of my lays, Isabella isn’t one that I ever grow tired of. She doesn’t captivate me enough for me to want to keep her, the same way that I keep Enzo., but I definitely have no problem tapping her waters any time the chance occurs.

I think about the look that Giovanni sent me. I have about an hour to get home before he starts blowing up my phone.

Isabella shifts feet, her hip jutting out.

I feel a gaze on me and I glance behind her to find her cousin, Abramo, leaning against a wall, watching me. There’s a scowl on his face and he’s gripping his shot glass so tightly, I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter right in his hand.

I can’t help myself as I smirk at him.

He had his hands on Winter earlier, just to fucking irritate me.

The last time I saw Isabella at one of these parties, Abramo had been ready to fight me for involving myself with his cousin. I know it's the sole reason he sought Winter out earlier tonight, to get back at me for his cousin. He’s the only person who still tries to protect Isabella’s honor and reputation. Only God knows why, considering the girl’s reputation was ruined when her uncle walked in on her blowing the priest after mass when she was fifteen.

Still, I can’t help but to lock one of her curls around my finger, twirling it as I keep my gaze locked with Abramo’s. His scowl deepens.

This is better than just shooting him.

I chuckle, flicking my gaze back down to Isabella. “Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes,” I tell her.

Her lips twist into a smirk and she nods before turning on her heels and heading toward the exit. Her cousin places his shot glass down before heading in her direction, no doubt planning on interrupting our plans.