Vengeful Deeds

CHAPTER 4

Alessia POV

“f**k, that was as delicious as I knew it would be.” Frankie moans as she leans back in her chair and rubs her belly with a blissed out look on her face. This girl loves food and it never ceases to entertain me.

“Yeah, Talia outdid herself with this sauce.” I add as I scoop another hearty dollop of the mother sauce up with my freshly baked breadstick. Cristo, I could bathe in this sauce.

“If Gio doesn’t marry her, I will.” Frankie proclaims seriously and I have to cover my mouth with my napkin as I laugh so I don’t spit out the bite I just took.

“As if he wouldn’t..” I add as I take a sip of my lemon water “.. I’m pretty sure two people couldn’t be more in love.”

Frankie smiles softly as she looks over at the little peek into the kitchen and watches her brother hold his fiancé from behind. Kissing her neck and making her blush with whatever dirty things he’s whispering to her. Or maybe she’s just overheated, she is slaving over a stove after all.

“Yeah, they’re a good pair..” she looks back at me and leans conspiratorially across the table “.. wanna know a secret?” she asks. And I lean in with my own smile.

“Never, but tell me anyway!” I whisper back, and Frankie looks around before she leans in a little closer and answers.

“Talia’s pregnant ..” she says, and she whispers it so low that for a second I thought I didn’t hear her right. But the glassy eyes that accompany the confession tell me I did hear her right, Frankie’s gonna be a Zia’.

“That’s wonderful !” I whisper back and Frankie’s eyes brighten up even more.

“I know! They’re keeping it under wraps until after the wedding. Gio accidentally let it slip to me and I promised to keep my mouth zipped, but I had to tell someone. I felt like a bomb about to detonate.” She adds and I chuckle and shake my head at my impatient and romantical friend. For all her tough exterior Frankie is all warm and gooey on the inside. She reminds me of lava cake, a hard baked surface with melted chocolatey goodness underneath. I can’t wait for her to find her person.

“So what now?” She says a little louder as she sits back, and I tilt my head to the side in confusion. Because I have no idea where she just steered this conversation.

“What do you mean what now? Are you still hungry? Because I can’t eat anymore, I’m done.” I say as I stretch back a little and make room for the brand new muffin-top I’ll be sporting tomorrow.

“No, I can’t eat another bite either. But I figured we’d go out, do something fun. You’re not babysitting that Principessa for once, when’s the last time you let that hair down and did something for you, Lesi?”

I shrug, I honestly can’t remember.

“That’s what I thought. You look spicy tonight, let’s go dancing. There’s a sexy new Spaniard bartending at Cosimo’s club and I wanna flirt with her. And I’m sure you could find some lucky bastard to grind that booty against!” She jokes and I’m already shaking my head no.

Though I don’t know why, I actually really like to dance. I just always have to be on guard these days, I can’t just let my hair down and let my hips swing away my responsibilities the way Kat and Frankie can. I can’t be perceived as vulnerable, ever! It would put both Kat at risk.

“Come on, Lesiiii..” Frankie begs “.. I beg of you to let loose with me tonight, the world will not fall apart because of it. And you deserve to have some f*****g fun!”

I think it over a moment as Frankie puts her hands up in a prayer pose and pouts out her bottom lip at me. And honestly, she’s not wrong. I do deserve to have some fun. I’m loyal to my Capo, I’m good at my job, and I can handle anyone who tries to f**k with me. Why not take one night for me?

“Fine.” I relent and Frankie let’s out a squeal that makes the old couple at the table a few steps away from ours gasp and jerk in shock. And that in turn makes Gio pop his head out the kitchen door and bellow across the restaurant.

“My Dios, Frankie! Be quiet, this isn’t a cheap diner.. go squeal somewhere else!”

I see Talia slap her hand to her forehead and shake her head at her alpha fiancé making the incident even worse. And I have to put my hand over my mouth to stop from laughing too hard.

I don’t think there’s anything subtle or quiet about the De Luca’s.

“Sorry, bro! We’re leaving.” Frankie yells back.

When she gets up I follow her lead as she leaves a hundred dollar bill on the table for the wait staff. We stopped trying to pay for our meals a long time ago. According to Talia, famiglia never pays. So we always leave a ridiculous tip for her servers.

A lotta laughs and thirty minutes later we’re walking up to the roped off entrance to De Ghepardo, the cheetah. Maybe it doesn’t sound so cool in English, but I don’t really think anyone cares what it means. Cosimo chose it because it honors his family’s crest. It’s one of the hottest and most exclusive night clubs in the city.

Rafa, a De Luca underling and Cosimo’s best friend, sees us and unlocks the rope to let us in right away. A bunch of people that are still waiting in line start to piss and moan about it, but as soon as Rafa turns to them and arches one menacing eyebrow at them they all go quiet and don’t even move. He’s a gorilla of a man, I’m pretty sure his hands are as big as my face. Frankie taps him on the shoulder and smiles as she walks past him. And I wink at him as I pass, which brings the tiniest smirk to his lips before it disappears immediately.

I like Rafa, he’s the strong silent type. Although, he doesn’t have much say over the being silent part. I don’t know the specifics, but Frankie told me his larynx got so severely crushed when he was younger and he lost his voice after the incident.

I can feel the rapid and punctuating beats soak into my bones as we walk into the open space. I already feel a little lighter, and I suddenly know for sure that Frankie was right, I need to start letting loose more often.

The place is packed, as always, people are bumping and grinding and throwing back shots like their partying in Ibiza.

Frankie grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bar. Jax is back there smirking at a couple scantily clad big breasted blondes who are batting their lashes and leaning so far over the bar their practically heaving their breasts at him as some kind of offering.

We get to the bar and Frankie pops there flirty little bubble when she leans over the bar and gets close enough for Jax to hear her over the music.

“What are you doing here ugly? I thought Sasha was working tonight?” She yells and now Jax’s panty melting smirk is directed at Frankie.

“You got yourself a little crush, firecracker?” He teases.

“f**k yes, and you don’t?!” She fires back and his eyes shift to the two blondes still eye f*****g him as they listen in on his and Frankie’s conversation.

“Nah, she isn’t my type..” he leans a little closer to Frankie and smirks even harder “.. something tells me I’m not her type either.” He insinuates, and Frankie rolls her eyes.

“f**k off, just because she doesn’t wanna bounce up and down on your wonder stick doesn’t mean she swings the other way!” She teases, and he shrugs but doesn’t stop smiling as he pulls back. Then he starts making a few drinks, he pulls out two glasses and fills them with ice. Putting lime and sparkling water in one for me and putting some vodka and cranberry in the other for Frankie.

“It’s a hunch, most heterosexual and heteroflexible people do indeed wanna bounce up and down on my.. what did you call it?” He says as he leans forward and pushes Frankie our drinks.

“My wonder stick?” He says as he graces us all with his mega watt smile, he’s clearly entertained by this conversation. As are Bimbo 1 and Bimbo 2; pretty sure he melted their panties when he smiled just now. Cause he kinda melted mine. Cazzo, I really need to get laid.

As if he heard my thoughts out loud, Jax looks up and winks at me. I smile back and roll my eyes, he’s hot and all, but he’s a little too playboy for me.

“Can you get over yourself and answer my question, Casanova!” Frankie yells back as she picks up her drink and takes a sip.

“I don’t know where she’s at, called me and asked me to cover her shift..” he shrugs “.. some kind of family emergency.”

I don’t miss the way Frankie’s eyebrows scrunch together, her face pursing with worry. Huh.. she must really like this girl.

She leans over further, but I don’t hear what she says to him. Because the beat changes and a familiar song wraps around my body and pulls my focus. I don’t say anything when I set my drink down beside Frankie and turn towards the dance floor. My body is vibrating with need, the need to let go. “Let loose” as Frankie so eloquently put it.

The Spanish beat is sped up and slowed down all at once, as Doja Cat’s sinful voice filters through the dance floor and wraps around all the swaying bodies. A small smile comes to my lips. Her song “Woman” is in full effect now and somehow I found myself smack dab in the middle of the dance floor.

When someone tries to dance with me or sets their hands on my waist I easily maneuver myself away from them. After a few people get rejected everyone seems to understand that I’m not looking for a partner. I just need to move, need to be in this moment for me. No thoughts. No worries.

I’m moving my hands up and down my body as I sway and dip. It’s nothing fancy and I’m not dancing any differently than I have in the past.

But something is different tonight; it’s like the air is charged, alive, heated and cooled simultaneously. I smile into it and that’s when it happens. That spidey sense tingles at the base of my skull.

I’m being watched.

But this isn’t like the times before. And I swear my body knows something that I don’t, knows who’s watching us maybe? I don’t know, but I do know that my body likes it very much.

My stomach quivers and I have to swallow down a moan when I feel my n*****s pebble against the lace of my b*a and rub against it. It feels as if whoever’s watching me is touching me. I gasp when I feel the slickness between my legs as my p***y lips throb and massage against each other.

Holy s**t, I think I might c****x right here on this dance floor.

My eyes shoot open at the thought, and I look around me. Twist and turn my body to the beat so I can survey all the writhing bodies in my vicinity. Looking for an all together different kind of ghost, and while it doesn’t give the warm and fuzzies like Casper did when I was young, it doesn’t feel at all malevolent either.

It’s not like the other times.

I’m about to give up when my eyes glitter up above the entrance at the two way mirror. That’s where Cosimo’s office is and something surges through me and down my spine, some kind of awareness.

I need to get up there.

Now.