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“Come closer,” she beckons, and I take another step toward the bed, then lift my leg and sprawl my knee on the bed, until my dick licks her lips. Her eyes are fixed on mine as she opens her mouth and takes me in with an excruciating moan that fills the room with heat.
“Filthy, naughty girl,” I hiss, as she flattens her tongue against my length. “Looks like you’re hungry again.”
CHAPTER 57 – ALLEGRA
As we make our way through the kitchen of the house we're considering, Scar scowls and comments, “I can't believe you convinced me to come here.”
“Come on, man. Be grateful your wife values family,” Lucky teases.
I roll my eyes at them and continue touring the most important room in the house. I have no idea what possessed me to invite these guys along for their opinions on potential homes, but there's no way I'm admitting defeat now.
“So, what do you think?” Rafi asks, spreading his arms out for our input. Luckily, he has friends in the real estate industry who give us first dibs on their best listings.
Standing in the corner, Brando doesn't say much. He's only here because of our newfound friendship.
“It seems pretty generic to me,” I comment.
“What's generic about a twelve-million-dollar price tag?” Scar retorts, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I know, right?” I sarcastically smirk. “For that kind of money, I don't want just a house. I want a home.”
“But isn't a home what you make it?” Scar asks.
I shake my head. “Nice try. But no, it's not. Everything is so white and sterile. Even the kitchen is white. Who does that anymore?” I let out an exasperated sigh.
I sound whiny even to myself. It must be the hormones kicking in, I rationalize.
“Allegra is right,” Brando chimes in, walking towards me from where he had been leaning against the wall. “This place feels cold and unlike you.”
“On to the next, then?” Scar asks.
I know he’s losing patience. He’s never had to buy a thing in his life. Everything he has, he’s always had brokers and advisors who did his bidding. Now that he has a wife, he can’t very well ask his broker to buy him a suitable house without his wife’s input.
“Hold up a minute,” Brando says, and everyone turns his way before exiting the room. “Allegra, do you know what you want in a home?”
“Of course I do. But as you can see, we can’t seem to find it!”
I think even I’m losing my patience. Why can’t people have tastes like my own?
“Then why don’t you build your own home?”
The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. It’s not that it’s the most ridiculous option, it’s that it’s theonlyoption. And it’s brilliant.
“I don’t have time for that shit,” Scar mumbles, turning toward the door.
“Well, baby, you don’t have to build the house yourself, you know,” I storm after him.
“We have an empty plot in prime location,” Brando starts, as we all congregate outside near our idling cars. “Let’s clear the rubble and start again.”
He is, of course, referring to the Gatti mansion that burnt to the ground and now lays in a heap of brick and mortar. The house is gone, but yes, the land is still there. And they own it. It’san insanely huge and beautiful plot. Why wouldn’t we want to build there?
“That’s an amazing idea,” I chime up.
“Yes, one last fuck you to our mother. Building on top of her ashes. Sort of like dancing on her grave,” Lucky snorts.
No-one laughs. But suddenly, everyone’s onboard. I can’t hear myself think over the excited chatter that engulfs me.
“Boys!” I screech, because that’s exactly how they’re acting right now. I have to take matters into my own hands. There is no other woman in these men’s lives, and no-one to guide them. What they’re missing is a woman’s touch, and I plan to be the architect of the rest of our lives if they’ll let me.