Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(3)

Join an MC, it will be fun, they said. But no one mentioned babysitting a bunch of mobsters or getting smacked in the head with a frying pan by one of their mothers. This shit was worse than hazing. I knew I was a prospect, and I had to eat shit for a while before I became a patched member of the Satan’s Knights, but this was fucking bullshit.

“Does your mother know you’re part of a gang?” The Italian nutcase, Maria Bianci, asked as she climbed the stairs leading to her daughter’s apartment. It surprised me that I hadn’t killed the woman yet. I’m not going to lie, there was a time or two when I thought about it, but the bitch was mobbed up and I wasn’t a patched member yet.

Her son, Anthony Bianci, was some wise guy in the mob and tonight he and his girl had been attacked. Bianci’s chick was the daughter of mob boss Victor Pastore, or “Mr. Soprano,” as I like to call him. Tonight was the grand opening of some fancy club of his but instead of dancing and drinking the night away they dodged bullets. How the fuck I’m in the middle of this shit, I’ll never know. Jack Parrish, the president of the Satan’s Knights, ordered me to grab “Mama Leone” over here and her grandkid, or half a grandkid, I don’t know the deal, but there was a kid and Bianci’s mother was watching it.

I did as I was told, grabbed mommy dearest and the boy, delivered them safely to Anthony Bianci, only for him to take the kid and leave me with his maniac of a mother. Not even a thank you, Riggs. Say what you want about bikers, but these mob people were fucked. They were rude and their women were fucking violent. Imagine marrying one of these broads, she’d likely throw the fucking kitchen sink at you if you forgot to put the seat down after you took a piss. This one right here, would probably cut your balls off.

“Well? Does she?” She asked, glaring over her shoulder at me.

“I don’t know lady, she’s dead,” I sneered.

My mother was very much alive, living the dream, married four times and all that but I wanted nothing more than to get the woman in front of me, who was busting my balls, to shut her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pausing for a moment to stare at me. “She must be rolling in her grave,” she continued, making the sign of the cross before knocking on her daughter’s door.

See? Crazy. She was fucking crazy. Who says shit like that after you tell them your mother is dead?

The door swung open, and a girl stood there wearing nothing but a towel in the doorway. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel.

The girl’s eyes widened as she stared at Maria.

“Mrs. Bianci,” she exclaimed, moving to stand behind the door to cover herself. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mia, do you always answer the door in a towel?” Maria retorted.

“Um, no not usually,” Mia stammered.

“You going to bitch about what the girl is wearing or you going to ask to be invited inside?” I chimed in, hoping to get a better glimpse of this Mia character.

“I’m sorry. He’s right, come inside please. Does Lauren know you’re visiting?” She asked politely, as she opened the door wider allowing us room to step inside.

“No. It’s an impromptu visit she can thank her brother for,” Maria said, looking around the apartment. “Where is she anyway? It’s nearly three in the morning.”

“Um…working.” She smiled nervously. “Can you give me a minute to throw on some clothes?”

Maria shooed her away with her hands before walking further into the apartment, picking up empty cups and paper dishes along the way.

“I’ll just be a minute. Make yourself at home,” Mia said, eyes bouncing anxiously between me and Maria. They locked with mine and she hastily turned on her heel and headed down the tiny hallway. Yeah, something was up and it wasn’t my dick. Bummer.

“You can leave now,” Maria said, glancing over her shoulder. “I wish I could say it was nice to meet you Rabbit.”

“Riggs,” I hissed.

“What kind of name is that anyway?” She asked, brushing me off and bending down to pick up a pair of shoes one of the girls had haphazardly left on the couch.

“It’s my road name,” I explained angrily.

“Well if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. What is your God given name?”

I shook my head in disgust and walked away from her, searching for the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Maria asked behind me.

That was it. A man can only take so much and I had had my fill of Maria Bianci.

“I’m going to go take a piss, would you like to come with me? Maybe hold my dick for me?”

I grinned in satisfaction when I heard her gasp behind me. One for Riggs, twelve thousand for Maria.

I walked down the narrow hallway, finding the bathroom and heard Mia talking in hushed tones in the room across from it.

“Lauren, you really need to answer your phone goddamn it! Your mother is here with some scary looking guy. Call me back.”

I stopped outside Mia’s bedroom door, peered through the crack and saw she was fully dressed. Double bummer. She was sitting on the foot of her bed, her fingers moving rapidly on her phone. I toed the door open with the tip of my boot and she quickly dropped her phone onto the bed.

“Problem?” I asked, checking over my shoulder to see if “Carmela Soprano” was anywhere near, then stepped further into Mia’s room. She lifted her eyes to mine, sinking her perfectly straight teeth into her lower lip.