Luca stands at the stove, scrambling eggs to accompany the bacon already sitting on the counter, while Santiago sits beside me drinking his tea. Steam floats off my coffee, as I let it cool down. Footsteps draw my attention away from my phone to the bottom of the stairs, where Wren stands. Her nipples poke through the thin cotton of her tank top, making it obvious that she's not wearing a bra, and the jean shorts from yesterday are still on her lower half, not covering her legs at all. Are her tits naturally that perky and round?
"I need to go shopping today. The only thing I had when I left was the clothes on my back and a backpack, which is still in my Jeep back in Chicago," she says as she sits down on the chair next to me.
"One of us will go with you," I say, returning my attention to my phone, so I don't stare at her exposed skin.
"Okay, well I don't have any cash or cards, so I'm going to need to go to a bank first. I can access a secret account my dad had set up."
"Fine."
"And I'm going to have to borrow clothes to wear today until I can get clothes of my own."
"Fine."
"And I need to know where the best place to shop is."
"Whoever takes you will take you to the best location."
"And I—"
I cut her off, "for the love of everything holy, Wren, I haven't finished my coffee yet. Please stop talking."
"I was just going to ask what time I can go to the beach."
"How about thirteen o'clock today?"
"Is that military time or sarcasm?"
"You're not going to the beach today. We have to go to the casino, which means you're staying here with one of our guys."
"Or, I can come to the casino with you."
"Not happening."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"That won't work on me, I'm not five."
"You're not going."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Enzo. Either, I go with you guys. Or I sneak out after you leave and go anyways, but by myself."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope."
"Fine. Luca will take you shopping in two hours and then tonight at five we're going to the casino."
"Woah, why do I have to take her shopping?" Luca chimes in.
"Because I don't want to, and Santiago would get so impatient that he would go on a rampage."
"Relax, Luca. I'll behave for you today," Wren says with a wink.
"Do I get to watch you try on clothes in the changing rooms?"
"Maybe if you beg," a smirk decorates her face.
"Never gonna happen."
"Well then you have your answer."
"Fine. We leave in two hours. I'll give you a shirt of mine to wear, and you can keep on your shorts for now."
"Deal."
The four of us settle into our spots to eat breakfast in silence. Wren finishes first and disappears to shower.
"I can't believe you stuck me on babysitting duty," Luca complains.
"We have to prepare for tonight, and I have to figure out how to handle whatever happens when Brooks learns she's alive. Besides, you get to spend time with her. Maybe you can learn a few things that will help us gain an advantage," I respond.
"Like what?"
"Something that we can use to get under her skin. Find something that is a weak spot. Any information about how to get the upper hand against her will come in handy once we part ways."
"What about information that helps us while she's still here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on, let's be honest with each other. We all know that all three of us are attracted to her. Why not have a little fun while we're stuck with her? I mean, the chance to corrupt Patelli's sweet little mafia princess; how could we possibly say no to that."
"Bad idea," Santiago grunts.
"Come on, I saw you checking her out when we were in Chicago. We haven't had fun sharing a girl in months, and we have one literally stuck under our roof right now. Why can't we have some fun with it?"
"I'm open to it," I say, "if she makes the first move. She comes to us. Not the other way around."
"Trust me, we can get her to come to us," Luca smirks. Footsteps disrupt our conversation, and Wren appears in front of us wrapped in nothing but a small towel, with her wet hair dripping across her shoulders and collarbones.
"I need a shirt," she says. The towel barely reaches past her upper thighs, and if she moved too much, it would probably expose her completely. Her tan legs look soft and smooth, twinkling from the water droplets running down them. She holds the towel together with one hand, and it takes so much self-control for me not to ask her to remove the towel altogether.
"Come to my room with me, I'll let you borrow one of mine," Luca says as his eyes trail over her body. Even Santiago is checking her out, although he's trying to look like he's uninterested. Luca leads Wren back upstairs, before returning without her.
"Okay. She comes to us, then I'm in," Santiago agrees. Our little bird has no idea what we have planned for her.
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Weaponizing Wren
Romance"Matteo Brooks killed my father for his power, which means we have a common enemy. You need me if you want to take him down." "Why would we need some spoiled mafia princess?" "Because you want what everyone else wants. Eduardo Patelli's secret weapo...
