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Speaking of our new brother, I caught him standing near the bar with a longneck in hand and staring at my fiancé. Everyone was, so he could get away with it.
Honestly, having Rafe around started feeling better after he beat me in the ring. Strange how a good ass-kicking couldchange my mind. I could see how his military training could be good for the club.
I hated to admit it, but I could learn a thing or two from him.
But if he and Adelina were spying for Don Parisi, I might just develop a thing for plucking eyeballs out of heads. I let my gaze follow Rafe’s, finding the woman who’d weaseled her way into the MC.
She had been talking with her father and a random Mafia guy, but after Massimo said something, she set her jaw and turned away.
Rafe had separated himself from the Don too.
If Adelina didn’t crave Massimo’s attention, and Rafe tried to fade into the Don’s shadow, it was possible I’d picked the wrong thing to worry about.
I wasn’t near Adelina until dinner was called. As I pulled out the chair beside her, her perfume tickled my nose. I wanted to throw her under the shower head and scrub her skin until that floral shit washed down the drain. Her clean, slightly fruity scent smelled so much better.
She could use a little punishment too for giving me the urge to sneeze. The temptation was almost too much to stay here for dinner.
Adelina leaned over. “What’s that smirk?”
“Just trying to keep from blistering your ass in front of everyone,” I replied without looking directly at her.
In my periphery, though, her eyes went wide and then narrowed in a challenge. My smile stretched wider.
“And why would you do that?” Her voice sounded coaxing, like she would relish my punishment.
“You stink. When this is done, you’ll shower and throw that perfume in the trash.”
She lifted an arm like she was rubbing her shoulder and subtly sniffed her wrist. “Mamà insisted.”
Of course her mother did. My future in-law looked like a packaged, Botoxed, uptight bitch. A Mafia bride for sure. What I didn’t expect was for Adelina’s nose to wrinkle as she sniffed her skin, like the flowery smell singed her nose hairs too.
I leaned over to her, putting my lips at her ear, and said, “No ol’ lady of mine will smell like a fucking grandma.” Then, I licked the shell of her ear.
Adelina shivered.
Her eyes went wide, and she snapped her head around so we were nose-to-nose, mouthing, “Not here.”
“Agreed. Put your claws away, kitten.”
We would have plenty of time later for her to bring them out. I pulled out her chair, and she took a seat.
Every move I made felt forced. The clothes were wrong. The setting was a fucking circus. If we made it through this, I could fuck my frustrations out on her in the elevator like I’d imagined.
For the moment, I kept my hands to myself like a good boy, sinking down into my assigned seat. The mafia at the table watched me with deadly curiosity. My brothers weren’t near us, and down at the other end as the Prez and Massimo faced each other.
As the staff came around, serving food, the voices grew louder, mixed with boisterous drunken men and peals of laughter from the women. Capos lingered in the corners, watching us all. I glanced down the table, separated from my group, and then drank the red wine put in front of me.
Disgusting. Where was the fucking whiskey?
“Don’t look so tense,” said Adelina under her breath.
I snorted. “Me? Tense?”
“Liar.”
“Can you blame me? I’m surrounded by Mafia.”
“You scared?” She grinned, and I thought her canines might elongate for a hot second.
