Two days later.
Savio laughs at Sante and Rena arguing back and forth near the pool. I rubbed through his hair, and he ran a hand up my leg near my inner thigh. A tingly feeling of our night together sprang to mind and if we were not at his parents’ home, I would take him in the bathroom and remove the thong bikini I wore today for the family gathering. Elio wanted all his sons to come over with their significant others for lunch. We’d talked about this while away and finally got around to making it happen. Marilyn was here to make sure the food was made to their liking, and I basked in the family atmosphere. Everything was set to Adelina’s specific directions with large canopies to block out the sun. A buffet of food was lined up near a DJ booth, and some people from the Five Families showed up with their wives. I was surprised to see them be so normal compared to what you hear in the media. Maurizio Colombo either was happy to see me on his own or threatened to be nice to me because he’d had to come to deal with the fallout of Nevio dying and still working with Calabresi.
“You hungry?” Savio called out.
“No, not yet.”
“I’m going to talk to the guys.” Savio leaned up, turned, and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Okay, have fun.”
“Behave.”
“Never,” I sassed and winked at him.
Savio smirked, flexed his muscles, and left to talk with the boys. I gawked at Sante, Renato, Savio, and how they all looked similar in height and facial looks. Vincenzo came out of the house and had two girls under his arms, and everything was hanging out. Vincenzo released his arms from around the girls, pointed at each one, and they waved hello. A few seconds roamed by, and Adelina sat at the chair next to me and handed me a strawberry martini.
“Savio is happier,” Adelina said.
“What was he before?”
“Content. They all think I’m some innocent woman who doesn’t know the lifestyle.”
“He’s told me how your husband keeps things from you. For safety reasons.”
“One thing about my marriage is that I know Elio’s heart and the decisions he makes.”
“Have you two ever broken up?”
“One time, Savio doesn’t remember. He was about seven, and Sante was five and Renato two.”
“They were young.”
“Ahhhh!!” We both turned our heads at the sound of someone screaming and saw Rena swimming to the other end of the pool.
“I have a feeling she’s next in line.”
“Who? Rena?”
Adelina pressed her lips to the drink and sipped.
“Elio wasn’t always a sweet man; over time, he became gentler.”
“I guess the mafia hardens a lot of people.”
“McKayla, I swear to God! I’m going to kill him,” Rena fussed, plopped down, and picked up the towel to dry off.
“Kill who?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Calabresi, but I hate your son,” Rena told her.
Adelina and I chortled.
“Sante causing problems?”
“He’s an ass,” Rena mumbled.
“You said you weren’t coming; obviously, something changed your mind.”
“Free food,” Rena responded, snatched the drink out of my hand, and tossed her hair back.
“I’ll let you two girls talk. My husband is looking around, which means he’s missing me.” Adelina stood and hugged me, then Rena, and sauntered away.
“Spill it.”
“Spill what?”
“Rena, I’ve known you for a long time, and you’ve been very secretive.”
“There’s nothing going on.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”
“I’m starving. Let’s get some food.” Rena jumped up and reached to pull me with her.
I pointed. “Who is Maurizio talking to?” I noticed a young woman of no more than thirty, with jet black hair, shaped in a tiny bikini, and long nails standing next to him and Savio. I hadn’t seen her before, and my jealousy was tingly.
“Probably his wife or mistress,” Rena replied, and I laughed.
“Let me run to the restroom, and I’ll come back to grab a plate.”
“Okay, you want me to start one for you?”
“No, I can get it.”
“Hurry back.”
I jogged back into the house and through the kitchen. Marilyn was still prepping food when I bumped into someone.
“Sorry.”
“No problem.
“You’re McKayla, right?”
“Yes, do I know you?” I placed a hand on my hip. If she was one of Savio’s old flings, I was ready to fight.
“No need to fight. I’m Marilyn ’s daughter Cora.” She held her hand out, and I reached out to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Cora.”
“My mom talks about you all the time.”
“She’s become like a second mom to me.”
“I appreciate your kindness toward her,” Cora said.
“Anytime, what do you do?”
“Nothing fancy like a journalist, but I’m a vet.”
“Completely out of the mafia life.”
“Yes, normal.”
“You’ve known the family for a long time?”
“I kind of grew up around them, a second family, but some of them treat me well.”
She had a far-off look and glared at Elio walking by with his brothers.
“Cora, are you all right?” I asked and caught her attention.
“Ohh, yes, sorry. I spaced out for a second.”
“I have to use the restroom. Are you going to be here a little longer?”
Cora looked down and touched her watch.
“About another ten minutes, then I need to leave.”
“Okay, I won’t be long. I’d love to talk with you more.”
Cora smiled and went back through the kitchen, as I opened the bathroom. Five seconds later, I flushed, washed my hands, and checked my makeup when someone pounded at the door.
“Occupied.”
Bang! Bang!
“I said—” I opened the door and shook my head when Savio shoved me back in and locked the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Spending time with my wife.”
He lifted me up on the counter.
“Not in your parents’ home, Savio!” I slapped his hands away and felt a shove.
“This is the perfect time.”
Savio pushed his shorts down, and his dick sprang out before I said another word. His hands squeezed and groped my breasts, and he pushed my thong to the side and plunged into me.
“Uggghhhh!”
“Fuck!”
“Savio…” I hissed and bit his shoulder.
“You’re walking around here in a thong?” He wrapped his hand around my throat.
“Ohhh, baby.”
“Say my name.”
“Savio.”
His pumps got faster and faster.
“I’m about to come!”
“Come for me, baby.”
“Love you so much,” I panted and clenched my teeth as I came over his stomach and shorts. Savio released himself in me and gently made love to my tongue. We hugged up together against the mirror when he pulled back and turned my head to look at us attached.
“Come on. Get down so I can wash you.”
“Your mother’s going to kill me.”
“She’s probably done the same thing with her in-laws at one point.”
“That’s not something I want to think about, Savio.”
“Kiss me.”
I turned the water off, passed him the towel, and pecked him on the lips.
“I just met Cora.”
“Marilyn told me she was coming.”
“Is there something going on between her and Elio?”
“No, Cora’s like a sister to us.”
“Okay.”
I checked my hair in the mirror.
“I see a look in your eyes, and I don’t want to be a part of anything.”
“No look.”
“That journalist look is coming out.”
“Babe, you worry too much.” I wiped my lipstick off his lips.
“No snooping, McKayla.”
“Of course I wouldn’t do that.”
Savio pursed his lips.
“Let’s go; the food is getting cold.” He grasped my hand and opened the door for me to walk ahead and smacked me on the ass.
“Savio, behave.”
“I can say the same for you, Mrs. Calabresi.”
After the weekend, I asked Cora to meet with Rena and me for lunch, so we could get to know her a little better. She was off from work and just moved into her new place. She had gotten broken into, and her mother didn’t want her to continue paying rent for an area that wasn’t safe.
“Cora, how old are you?” Rena questioned.
“Twenty-seven.”
“How long have you been a veterinarian?”
“About five years now. After college, I took a little time traveling, but I’ve always loved animals,” Cora explained.
“Me too. I went to Paris.”
“I’d love to go there one day.”
“Maybe a girls’ trip,” Rena proposed.
“That’s if Savio doesn’t freak out.”
“I heard he kidnapped you, and then Sante kidnapped you, right?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I have plenty of time. My life is very boring.”
“No boyfriend?”
“No, unless I sneak around and date.”
“Why is that?”
“Calabresi men aren’t the friendliest bunch when it comes to outside men.”
“That’s true.”
“Savio said you’re like a sister to them.”
“Savio has a hard exterior, but he’s loyal and gives the best advice.”
“What about Elio?” I asked to gather a little information.
Cora’s eyes danced around the room for a few minutes, then she took the rest of the drink down.
“Same. I appreciate all the guys,” Cora said.
“I can just imagine growing up with a headache like Sante,” Rena responded, then tapped on her glass with the fork to get the waiter’s attention.
“The Calabresi family is different.”
“The Calabresi mafia family is different.”