“See, I told you she was cock-whipped.”
The sudden outburst from Samantha had me on full alert. Belinda and Mia giggled as we sat, drinking coffee in a local café. We had just been shopping in the town centre, and I was beat. I didn’t know shopping could be so exhausting.
“What do you mean cock-whipped?”
With a silly grin plastered on her face, Samantha looked at Belinda, then Mia, and then back to me. “You’ve been staring off into the distance with a dreamy look on your face. I wonder who you were thinking about.” They all giggled again, but this just got my back up a little.
“I’m not fucking cock-whipped. What’s the matter with you all?”
“Oh no, of course not.” Belinda smiled and with a gruff voice, said, “Clara, who do you belong to?” In a squeaky voice, she answered, “You, Luca—you fucking arsehole!”
All the girls threw their heads back in laughter, and I couldn’t help smiling at their joke. They were right of course.
“I just love it when you give in, but you’re still calling him arsehole or shit-head. It always gets the girls going.” Mia looked at me with an amused smile as I shook my head.
“You girls! Have you got nothing better to do than stand outside my door with your ears pressed to it, so you can hear Luca and I having sex?”
“My goodness!” Belinda shouted. “We don’t need to press our ears against the door at all. You two are loud enough for the whole fucking castle to hear.”
Staring in disbelief, I felt my face blush. I didn’t realise we were that loud.
“Yeah,” Samantha began. “All we do is grab a bottle of vodka and some popcorn, sit outside your door, and enjoy hearing the show. It’s like one of those silent picture films, but the other way around. We have to use our imagination, but it certainly doesn’t take a bright spark to realise what’s going on in there.”
“Oh,” Mia piped. “My personal favourite is, Luca!” and then all of the girls joined in, “Speak to me in Italian!” The girls fell about giggling again as I sat, uncomfortably shifting in my seat.
“Oh, fuck off,” I said, unable to hide my smile. They were picking on me; I knew that much. But, it was all in jest. They would never ever be vindictive or nasty towards me. They were my girls, and we had each other’s backs. No matter what. “I’m going to the toilet, and when I get back, I suggest you three think of another topic of conversation.” With a quick, defiant nod of my head, I went in search of the ladies. Once I was done, I opened the door and bashed into someone’s chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said absentmindedly.
“That’s quite alright, Clara.”
Looking up, I was amazed to find Antonio Cavelli blocking my path back to the girls. “What do you want?” I felt anger rising through my veins. It still pissed me off every time I thought about what he did.
Antonio looked stunned. Genuinely so. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were so angry with me. Tell me what it is that I’ve done, so I that can correct it right now.”
I almost stomped my foot I was so steaming angry. “How dare you come here and corner me like this? You know very well what you did. You lied to me about those two monsters at the club. They weren’t working for Luca at all. They were just scumbags. Pure and simple. In fact they’re both locked up as we speak.”
With an air of nonchalance, Antonio replied, “I do apologise for that. I could have sworn those two boys worked for Luca. I do know a lot about Luca, though. A lot of actual facts. I’m sure some of it would make your head spin. And such a pretty girl as well. You shouldn’t be wasting your energy on him.” Antonio smiled somewhat suggestively and stared at my breasts.
“My face is up here, arsehole. They won’t talk back to you.”
Looking back at my breasts again he said, “Hmm, that is a shame.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please, spare me. I haven’t got time for this. I’m off.” I tried to sneak past him, but he blocked my path again. “If you don’t move out of my fucking way I’m going to make sure that for the next couple of weeks your dick will be out of action. You get me?”
My words just seemed to heighten his excitement. Oh please, he’s not another Jeffrey is he?
“You’re so feisty. I love it. No wonder Luca never lets you out of his sight. I’m surprised you’re alone now.”
Getting beyond pissed off I said, “Do I need to remind you of what I just said?” Blimey, I was sounding like Luca now.
“No, of course not.” Antonio moved to let me pass and I almost hesitated, wondering why he was suddenly so accommodating.