Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“We landed in Rome. Now we’re on his yacht. The
Mediterranean Sea is unbelievable. Hey, you and Kage should
come join us!”
No wonder she sounds like she’s having cocktails on the
lido deck of a cruise ship: she is.
I demand, “You knew Stavros was in the mafia, didn’t
you?”
“Sort of? It’s not like they make a big production out of it.
Nobody’s going around wearing lapel pins that say, ‘mafioso.’
Or whatever the word is in Russian. I just got a vibe is all.”
“How could you not tell me you were dating a mobster?
You said he was a tech guy!”
“He is a tech guy. Who also happens to be in the mafia.
Why are you so upset?”
I say drily, “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe it has to do with the
gunfight during dinner last night? Or the four dead bodies we
left at La Cantina? Or the cops who knocked on my door this
morning? Or the fact that Kage was gone when I woke up?”
She sucks in a thrilled breath. “You slept with him, didn’t
you?”
“Out of everything I said, that’s what you’re interested in
talking about?”
“Yes! Oh my god, bitch, spill!”
“Rewind, maniac. The cops knocked on my door this
morning.”
“And you didn’t tell them anything. And now they’re
gone. Let’s get back to the good stuff: you and Kage. I know
the answer’s probably no because it was your first time being
together and all, but I still have to ask…butt sex?”
“There is something very, very wrong with you.”
“Answer the question.”
“I could be in jail right now!”