The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel
CHAPTER 5
Nicky
“Nicky?” Lina glared at Domenico, and I felt like I was the younger sister here.
I pressed my lips, stifling a laugh as Domenico’s throat bobbed with a swallow. “Nothing, Sis.”
He shook his head at Lina. “It’s not nothing…Signora.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I told him, and then I glanced at her. “Really, it’s nothing. He was just getting back inside.”
“Then can you please make way for him to do so?” she taunted.
I looked down and blinked, as if I’d just become aware of my hot, firm, scandalous seat. Seriously, what the fuck was I still doing on his lap?
Hesitantly, he took his hands off my arms, and I got off him. He grabbed his vape, shoved it in his pocket and walked toward Lina. “Signora, I’ve never hidden my intentions, and with the Bellomos’ permission I—”
“Your request was denied ten months ago. Nothing has changed since then. If something does, we’ll let you know, but if I were you, I wouldn’t keep my hopes up,” she said so seriously I wanted to crack up with laughter.
“Perdona, but I think everything has changed tonight.”
“Not that I know of, and, Domenico…you’re lucky it wasn’t my husband that walked in on you.”
He twisted his lips, glancing at me. “Mi dispiace.”
She gestured for him to get back inside, and he chanced another glance at me. I just nodded at him to leave.
When Lina and I were alone, I couldn’t hold the giggles. “Wow. You’ve become so scary, Signora Bellomo.”
She dropped the act and gaped at me, throwing her hands in the air, practically bouncing. I snorted more giggles and might have peed a little.
“Oh my God, Nicky! What have I just seen? Is it real? Please tell me it’s real.”
“It’s not real. You’ve seen nothing. It was just…some silly… It was nothing.”
She smiled and linked arms with me. “It’s okay if it’s something.”
“No, it’s not.” I wasn’t like my sister. I would never allow myself to turn into another Angel.
“Yes, it is,” she urged. “Domenico is actually one of the good guys.”
“Good guys? In the Mafia? What, he only killed five instead of a hundred or he kills ever so gently without torturing them first?”
Her head tilted as she sucked in a hiss. “Actually, neither. Il Coyote is the Lanzas’ enforcer, which means he’s even more vicious than his capo himself. I mean, why someone like The Cutter would need an enforcer unless he could do more damage than…” She trailed off when she met my widened gaze. Maybe she finally realized describing the monstrosity of Domenico—The fucking Coyote?—wasn’t going to help her case. A silly grin stretched her mouth. “Maybe good wasn’t the right word to say here, but who needs a good guy anyway?”
My eyes widened even more if that was possible. “I do! How could you even… Listen, Sis, if I ever consider being with a guy, I want him to be good and boring. A skinny nerd or a fucking accountant with a dad bod. Love me one of those.”
She rolled her eyes. “No, you don’t. You’ve been surrounded by those at school for three years now. If that was what you wanted, you would date one of them already. I know exactly what your type is, and it is Domenico.”
“The fuck?”
“You know he looks like this actor you—”
“Don’t say it,” I hissed.
“—masturbate to his Mafia movie every night.”
“I so hate you right now.”
“No, you don’t. You love me.”
I grumbled.
“Do you know why they call him Dom?”
“Short for Domenico, duh.”
She shook her head slowly, a shit-eating grin on her face. “Not just that. He’s like,” she stretched on her toes to whisper in my ear, “the Rocco Siffredi of the Mob.”
“Lina! Holy…” I threw my hands in the air, and then I chuckled in disbelief. Who was this girl and what did she do with my innocent sister? “How do you even know who Rocco Siffredi is? Tino lets you watch porn?”
“Uh, no way. If he knew, he’d bring poor Rocco here, chop off his giant penis and feed it to him before he’d set him on fire in front of my eyes, and then I’d get a heavy, good old spanking for weeks.” She mused for a second, as if she was picturing the gruesome scenario, and then she smiled.
“Good God, would you actually like that?”
“Not the Rocco part, but the spanking…” She bit her lip, color flooding her cheeks.
“Eeeeeew.”
“Hey, don’t kinkshame me. Tino is so good with—”
“I don’t wanna know! God.” Knowing how that psycho fucked my sister was the last thing I needed to hear tonight. Ever. “But if he’s that good, why are you watching porn?”
“Educational purposes. I was clueless in that department, and Tino is…Tino. Have you seen the man? I needed to keep up.”
“Again, eeeeeew.”
She chuckled. “Listen, I know it’s against the rules, but I think Tino can make an exception for you two dating if Domenico makes it official.”
“Wow, wow, wow, hold on. What in the actual fuck?”
“I know, I know! Believe me, I’m not telling you to marry Dom. I’m just saying to give him a chance, date him, go slow, as slowly as you want, but for that to happen, I don’t think you can keep it a secret, sneaking around. With how protective Tino can get of you, Dom can get in trouble. I mean, I don’t even think Tino would agree to you casually dating, but he’d allow him to be your boyfriend if Dom showed genuine interest in…you know. But there will be no actual commitment here, Nicky. If you don’t like Dom or wanna stop seeing him for any reason, you can just break it off. It’s okay when you do it. Tino won’t suspect anything.”
My eyes tightened at her. “So what, you want Domenico to propose and be my fake fiancé while I keep him in the dark so Daddy Tino approves of us dating? And then I just break off the engagement when I’m done using the guy?”
“Uh… It sounds mean when you put it that way, but kinda…yeah.”
“Why the fuck would I do that? Not that I’d ever date that huge…I mean tall, arrogant, monstrous, asshole Mafioso, or any Mafioso whatsoever, but if I want to date Domenico, I’ll date Domenico. Those fucking rules don’t apply to me. I’m not a Mafia princess.”
“Hate to break it to you, Sis, but you most certainly are. You’re Tino’s sister—”
“In-law, and not by choice.”
She shook her head, ignoring me. “And no matter what you think, you’re like a daughter to him, and that my dear sister makes you a Mafia princess through and through no matter how hard you deny it.”