Cruel Summer - Page 74

Shit, maybe she is.

I know that Lucia is a hit woman, a hell of a good one from what I’ve overhead. And her last name is Costa. Even if she isn’t a made man, or the boss like Giovanni, she has to have a reputation. Reputations come with a line of enemies.

“It’s simple, someone grabs you, you aim for the crotch, the eyes, or the nose. I’ll always be within distance to defend you, but if something goes wrong, remember those three spots. You got it?”

“I got it,” I confirm.

“And one last thing, Winter.”

“Yeah?”

“Someone grabs you, you don’t show any mercy.”

I nod my agreement and she purses her lips for a moment before returning the nod. She gestures for me to start walking toward the mall and I do so, listening as her steps fall in behind mine. The sun is blistering and I have to wonder how she’s making it in her full black get up and those heavy ass boots.

When the sliding doors of the mall open, cool air assaults my skin.

It feels like heaven.

“Winter!” I recognize Daria’s voice and I turn to find her a couple of feet away. Her and Isabella are sitting on a bench right in front of the wishing well, water droplets landing in the area by them. Isabella looks annoyed in her tights jeans and pink tank top. Daria seems to be enjoying the droplets, a wide grin on her face.

Isabella stands up, swiping at her shoulders where a few droplets are on display. She aims a look at her cousin. Daria rolls her eyes and says something in the language I’ve grown to recognize as Italian. “Fucking baby,” she says in English this time before climbing to her feet and making her way over to me. Isabelle follows at a slower pace.

My eyes flicker to a man who trails a couple of paces behind Isabella. He’s big, at least six and a half feet with wide shoulders, light scruff on his face, and hard blue eyes. He’s handsome and hard as hell to miss.

My eyes flicker to Daria and she turns, laughing when she sees what has caught my attention. “This is Salvatore,” she says as the behemoth and Isabella join us. “He’s our guard for the day, and one of my brother’s best friends.”

He lets out a long grunt at her words and it only makes her laugh.

“No one has time for the caveman act today, Sally,” Isabella adds in which only makes the man send her a hard look.

His eyes move over my shoulder and I know he’s taking in Lucia, who’s still standing behind me. Isabella seems to be doing the same, her gaze lingering and I don’t miss the heat in her eyes. Her lips twitch and finally she turns her eyes to me. “No Enzo today?” she questions.

“No,” Lucia answers before I can and she steps up beside me. Her arms are folded over her chest and her lips are turned into a sneer as she looks at Isabella. “And you can get it out of your head right now.”

I don’t know what the hell it is, but Lucia sounds disgusted and frankly the whole change in demeanor is surprising. Even when the woman is pissed, there’s typically this casual mischief that lingers in her presence. Right now, she’s as serious as the pope and the look she’s leveling Isabella…

A weaker woman would run.

But Isabella only grins. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Lucy.”

Okay, so they definitely know each other and Isabella seems to make a habit of giving tough bodyguards cute pet names.

Lucia scoffs. “I don’t dip my tongue in places where my cousin, or half the outfit, have cum,” she says.

“What a nice way to slut shame, Lucy, especially when you and I both know your body count is higher than mine.”

Lucia isn’t put off in the slightest, waving a hand. “Like I said, I don’t lick what my cousin has already came in.”

Isabella’s grin only widens and she moves closer until she’s right in front of Lucia, a twinkle in her eyes. “If it makes you feel better, he always wears a condom.”

My stomach twists and my fingers brush against the spot. I knew from the moment I met Isabella about her thing with Enzo and Maximo. But now… it feels different, and it also reminds me that I’m not the only person that Maximo fucks around with. There’s Enzo, Isabella, and God only knows who else.

My STD tests had all come back fine after the doctor swabbed me, but it still sends a chill down my spine to think about how many risks I’m taking from having sex with Maximo alone, add the others into the equation and it makes me want to throw up.

At least she said he uses a condom with her, so maybe he leaves barebacking as an exclusive right for you and Enzo.

I say a silent prayer that that’s the case, because I already know asking the man to wear a condom is out of the question. He’d only laugh before making it a point to come in every hole that I have.

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