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Indebted to the Mafia King Homesick
EleniA couple days later, I close one of my assigned readings and check the time. Too early for lunch. Too late to start something new. I glance at my phone, sitting on the couch next to me in the living room. I’ve been missing Mama a lot lately. Maybe… Maybe one call won’t hurt.I’m dialing almost before I finish the thought. My heart hammers. What am I going to tell her if she asks about Christos? Or Dante?She picks up after a few rings. “Hello? Who is—”“Mama!” I squeal.“Zouzouni?” she asks disbelievingly. “I thought—I mean, I feared—”“I’m all right, Mama,” I say. “Safe and sound.”Her broken sob crackles through the phone. “Why did you not call sooner? Oh, I was so worried.”“I’m sorry, Mama.” Tears sting my own eyes, and I wish she was here to hug. “It wasn’t safe.”“To call? That Dante lies to you,” she says. “It is always safe to call your mama.”I know that’s not true after my weeks in the boss’ chair, but I don’t disagree with her. “How are you? I want to hear everything.
Indebted to the Mafia King Old Friends
DanteI trudge into Piacere as the sun starts to dip low in the sky. Long day at the docks today. It needed to be done—some of my foremen get uppity if I don’t check in often enough—but fuck, I hate docks days. The regular LEDs cast my club in an unattractive light, destroying all the magic. I shamble past janitors cleaning up and dancers in sweats practicing routines on the poles. I’m actually looking forward to the paperwork awaiting me downstairs because it means I get to sit my ass down for a second.On a whim, I pause at the bar and wait for Carla to walk over.“Send a glass of scotch down to my office.” I think for a moment. “Maybe just send the decanter.”My club manager nods sharply. “The decanter would be smart. You have a guest.”“A guest?” My eyebrows shoot up. “Who the hell did you let into my office?”“A woman who swore up and down she knew you.” Carla raises her hands defensively. “She had the phrase.”I spin away from the bar and scowl as I storm down to my office. The
Indebted to the Mafia King Normal Girl
Eleni“Wait, there’s seriously a ceremony?” I ask as I pick through a wooden tray of pears for the best ones.Seb glances at the stall owner. “Yes. Do you know you talk very loud?”I roll my eyes and pay for the three pears. “We’re in the middle of one of the busiest farmer’s markets in Brooklyn on a Saturday afternoon. I’d discuss the nuclear codes here if I had them. Now tell me, what exactly does the ceremony for becoming a capo entail? I skipped that step.”He laughs and accepts the bag I hand him. This has become something of a routine for us. Dante said being a boss, even a part-time one, means having at least one bodyguard at all times, and Seb was an easy pick. He’s actually fun to talk to and hangs out instead of hovering three feet behind me at all times.“It’s not like a graduation ceremony, if that’s what you’re picturing.”“I was picturing something much more Arthurian,” I say. “Like Dante with a big sword, knighting you.”He shakes his head. “Try again.”“It’s a big gun!
Indebted to the Mafia King Spoiled
DanteI walk into my house after another long day at Piacere trying to figure out if Cal Duncan’s information is worth anything, and I have nothing on my mind but a quiet night at home with El. The empty foyer echoes with my footsteps, but she’s been working on getting ready for school in her office upstairs, so I trudge up.At the top of the stairs, the door to Eleni’s office stands closed, but my—our?—bedroom door is open, and light spills out onto the floor. I frown and walk in.“Dante!” Eleni leans out of the bathroom. A few perfect curls swing away from her updo, and a long, silver earring that kind of looks like an elegant stick jingles. “You’re earlier than I thought.”“Sorry?” I step farther into the room and realize she’s just wearing a towel. “Did I forget we had plans?”She laughs. “It’s a surprise.”I nod slowly, trying to put together the clues. Fancy hair. Two garment bags sit on the bed. She’s smiling.“Yeah, I got nothing,” I say.She steps out of the bathroom and kiss
Indebted to the Mafia King Give and Take
EleniI take one last bite of the airy sorbet that the stuffy waiter brought for dessert and look at Dante. He’s barely glanced away from me since we stopped talking about work, and my body burns with it. I slide my leg out from under the long tablecloth, letting it catch my skirt and exposing inch after inch of skin. He watches me with darkening eyes.“Put that away,” he says.I smile. “Why?”“Because I don’t share well.”I tuck my leg back under the table. Seeing him relax after days of walking around in a fog is satisfying, though, and I’m not sure I want to give everything up yet. I toe out of one heel and run my foot up the inside of his calf.“How sure are you that you can wait?” I ask.He grasps the edge of the table. “What are you doing?I chuckle and keep running my foot smoothly up and down. “That’s not an order.”He meets my gaze. “Don’t expose yourself here, pet.”My skin goes hot. We’ve never played like this in public before. I don’t even know if he sees the loophole he’
Indebted to the Mafia King Aftercare
EleniThe rising sun peeks through the heavy hotel curtain as I lean back into Dante’s hands in the massive bathtub. He smooths conditioner over my hair, the final step in our now usual aftercare routine. I sigh and continue picking up the pieces of myself that scatter when he takes me apart like that. Still, I always return to myself looser-limbed and more at ease than before.Dante drops a kiss on my soapy shoulder. “How are you doing, El?”“Good.” I smile. “You?”He chuckles. “Grateful that little stunt didn’t get us kicked out of the restaurant. I liked the food.”I grin. “And the blowjob?’“Now I know you’re back.” He shakes his head. “The blowjob, I can get at home. Or anywhere else, it seems.”I stretch out as I laugh. Through the soapy water, I can just see my tanned legs next to Dante’s longer, paler ones. I tangle my ankle with his just to feel him in more places.“Do you ever daydream about that?” I ask.Dante removes his hands from my hair. “Don’t rinse yet, it needs to si
Indebted to the Mafia King Sizing Up
EleniA few weeks after the hotel date, I look over the table of classes on my laptop one last time and shut it with a smile. My first registration at Tandon, and I got all the classes I wanted! I text Dante about my success and laugh when he responds with a huge thumbs-up. He texts like he protects his data, but I’ve grown used to the labyrinth of old-timey habits and emoji usages. He’s thrilled. And, with any luck, bored out of his mind at Piacere. He put out the hooks for potential rats to snap up a little while ago, and nothing has caught yet. That means a full day of sitting around waiting for disaster, which makes him feel, in his words, “like a fireman without a fire,” so he’s been coming home a little grumpy, but watching his mood improve as soon as he sees me makes it really easy not to take personally. Plus, we’re now going on—I check the date—just about two and a half weeks without any deaths in the organization. The quiet made getting ready for school a lot easier. Dante
Indebted to the Mafia King Pants on Fire
EleniGianna—whom I now hate—picks up on my bitchy mood after our run-in with Camila and not only makes me stay at brunch long enough to sober up but comes home with me and hangs out for the rest of the day, inventing new activities every time I get bored enough to get pissed about Camila all over again.My phone vibrates on the edge of the bathtub next to me. I glance at it. A text from Dante, letting me know he’s on his way home. I lift it and silently show the screen to Gianna.“Perfect.” She caps the bright-blue nail polish bottle in her hands. “I just finished.”I wiggle my neon-painted toes. “You know you didn’t have to stick around all day, right?”She shakes her head and stands. “You’d think you never had a best friend before.”“I haven’t,” I admit.She takes my hand, the expression on her face softening. “Fuck, I didn’t realize.”I shrug. “It’s not a big deal, really. I had friends. I was just too busy with The Greek Corner to ever become anybody’s go-to.”“It absolutely is a
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