Ruthless: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (7 page)

I was actually three minutes late pulling up in front of Dreamstyle Dance, mostly due to a car accident that slowed up traffic on the road nearby. Getting out of the car, I didn't even have to knock as Carmen came out, looking jaw-droppingly beautiful in a skirt and blouse that actually coordinated with my suit.

"Wow, you look amazing," I said, going up. I wasn't sure how to greet her, but she solved the problem for me by opening her arms, and we hugged. It felt good, with her firm body pressed against me. Not that I hadn't been aware of her body for weeks now, after hours and hours of dance practice. After all, ballroom dancing isn't something you do by yourself, and I'd spent a lot of time with my hand resting on her back, her tiny hand in mine, inches apart. “Nice outfit. Almost looks like we coordinated it.”

"My best friends are Luisa and Adriana, remember? I kind of knew what you’d be wearing.” Carmen said with a chuckle as she stepped back. She'd put on heels, which brought her up to all of five foot five, much closer to my six foot one in the dress shoes I was wearing. "I may not know the ins and outs of Bertoli business, but I know what they wear for work. Even Luisa rocks a suit most of the time."

“That she does,” I said, laughing. "That woman has an eagle eye when it comes to creases in the knot of your tie."

"And you weren't checking her out?" Carmen asked flirtatiously. "I mean, she is the same height as you. It usually makes guys notice her even more.”

"And married to my boss, and not my type,” I said, trying to avoid the subject. We walked back to the car and got in, but Carmen wouldn't let the subject go. She was having too much fun with it.

"Oh, so you think she's ugly then?"

"No! Of course I don’t,” I said. "Okay, let me just put it out there, and then let’s drop it. Luisa's a beautiful woman. No, I'm not interested in her. I like working for her and Tomasso, and I don’t want to say anything to jeopardize that."

Carmen looked over for a second, then laughed. "Dante, you're a trip—I’m just messing with you. I'm glad I said yes when you asked me out."

“And why did you say yes? And don't tell me just out of some sense of payback."

She shook her head. "No, that was already paid back when I agreed to teach you how to dance. I said yes because I
like
having lessons with you. So where are we going, anyway?"

"The Pie Bar," I said, turning toward Capitol Hill. "I've always wanted to go there, and it's got the best reviews in town."

We got to the Pie Bar and had to park about a block away, which wasn't too bad. Walking together, I was surprised when Carmen wound her arm through mine, resting her hand on my forearm. "You asked me out, remember?"

"That I did," I replied, smiling. Carmen smiled too, and blinked. "What?"

"Just . . . I like the way you smile when you're happy. You didn't do that often when you came in the other day. Why is that?"

We got to the restaurant and got a table. After placing our orders, I sipped at my water and set it down. "A lot of it came down to frustration. I wasn't well accepted by the rest of the organization, and to be honest, I held a part-time job on the side just to make ends meet. I know it sounds trite, but how'd a girl like you get involved with that family?"

"What do you mean?" Carmen asked, surprised. "Don't I look like I belong?"

“You’d stand out in any crowd,” I said honestly, shocked at my words. They sounded suave and confident, and I didn’t even mean for them to be. "No offense to your friends. It's just that you're a talented, kind of normal dance teacher. How'd you run into the Bertolis?"

Carmen chuckled and sipped at her water, thinking. "I'm not as innocent as you may think I am. I actually met Adriana through Daniel, after I helped him out in a bad situation."

"Really? Cool," I said, letting it drop. It was obvious by the way she said it that she didn’t want to explain right now, and I was someone who could understand that. "What about growing up? I mean, you've had to have been dancing for a long time.”

"I was born in Vancouver, the Washington one," Carmen said, pausing when our drinks were brought to the table. Sipping it, she blinked, surprised. "Wow, this is strong. Good stuff, though. Where was I?"

"Vancouver," I said, sipping at my own Apple Mule. It was strong, but it had a good taste and was sweet, definitely a dessert cocktail. "And strong drinks."

"Salud to that," Carmen replied, sipping again. "But Vancouver. Anyway, as a little girl, my parents fought a lot, and when I was four, my father had enough and left us to go back to San Bernadino, where he was from. Mom tried, but her work was in Portland at the time, and she couldn't handle the commute and the daycare fees for me. So she talked with my grandmother, who lived up here in Seattle, and when I was five, Mom and I moved in with my
abuela
. Mom found a good job working in a retirement home, but she really wanted me to have another type of life, so soon after getting up here, I started dancing. It was like you'd expect, some cultural dances, a lot of little girls in tutus doing bad ballet, but I loved it. Since then, I've really been hooked on dancing."

"And where is your Mom now? Still in Seattle?"

Carmen shook her head, with just a little bit of sadness. "My grandmother died a few years back, which in a lot of ways freed up Mom to pursue her own life again. My grandmother had been sick for a while. Mom got a job offer soon after that, shift supervisor for a nursing home in Arizona. Apparently, a lot of old people like Tucson or something. I was already settled into Seattle, and soon after that, I met Daniel and Adriana anyway, and then I started up the dance studio, and things have been bust my butt busy since then."

Our pies arrived, and we kept up the chat. With each answer, I was more and more impressed. I could tell she hadn't had an easy life, but she still made something of herself, even with her being evasive about what her life had been like between high school and opening her studio.

"This is the most delicious peanut butter pie I've ever had," Carmen said as she relished a bite, dragging her finger through a bit of the smear that was left behind and licking her finger clean in an unconsciously erotic display that left me glad the table was wood and not glass. "What about yours?"

"It's good," I agreed, enjoying the cinnamon apple crumble pie. "To be honest, though, the company has been better than the pie."

It was my turn to be surprised as Carmen actually blushed, then gave me a heart stopping smile. "Thanks. I'd say the sentiment is the same here too."

We finished our pie and got back in my car, driving back toward the dance studio. "I could take you back to your place if you want," I offered as I drove, curious as to where Carmen lived. "I promise, I can be a gentleman if I have to be."

"You've been a gentleman every time we get together," Carmen said, thrilling me when she laid a hand on mine. "But I have a secret to tell you."

"What?" I asked, fear lancing into my heart. She had a boyfriend or something. It had to be.

"I don't have an apartment," Carmen admitted, looking at me with a bit of fear in her voice. "I gave mine up to pay for the wood floor in the studio. I live in the back room. I've got a cot and a hot plate back there. I thought you knew when you offered to bring in breakfast for our lessons."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I offered because I figured I was getting you out of bed too early. I just wanted to do something nice, that's all."

"I don't want pity for living at the studio," Carmen said, vulnerable and intense at the same time. "I won't take pity."

"I don't pity you," I replied honestly. I pulled into the parking lot of the dance studio and shut off the engine. "In fact, I admire you for it."

I got out of the car, going around and opening her door. "Well, as I promised, you're back safe and sound."

I took Carmen's hand, helping her out of the car, and walked her to the door of the dance studio. She stopped, turning toward me, and smiled again. "Thank you, Dante. I had a lovely evening."

"I did too," I said, surprised when she put her arms up around my neck. I knew what I wanted, and it almost seemed like she did too. Her lips were so inviting, and the look in her eyes told me she wanted to kiss me. I was still high on confidence from earlier, and I didn’t skip a beat. I pulled her closer, giving her a hug instead of the kiss that we both wanted. Maybe this could go somewhere, and the best things are worth waiting for. “I'll see you Sunday for practice."

I was almost running by the time I crossed the short distance to the car, starting the engine and nearly laying rubber getting out of the parking lot. I kicked myself the whole way back to my apartment, and lying on my couch after changing out of my suit, I cursed myself for not taking the chance.

* * *

T
he next day
, when I brought the car back to the Bertoli mansion after having it detailed, I found Luisa in the gym. She gave me a stern look, and I’d fucked up. "Hi. I brought the car back."

She nodded and turned away, back to the machine she was working with. "Go sit by the pool. I’ll be done in twenty minutes."

The twenty minutes sitting in the chair near the pool were some of the longest in my life, and by the time she came out, a fresh t-shirt on but still in her workout shorts, I was a nervous wreck. All the confidence I'd felt the night before staring down Danny Huong evaporated like dew in the sun when confronted by the six-foot beauty that was Luisa Mendosa Bertoli.

"You brought the car back quickly," Luisa started the conversation, sitting down, her voice level. "How'd you manage that?"

"I was waiting outside the shop when they opened," I replied. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"I heard," Luisa commented, "but we can talk about that later. Tell me about your visit to Tacoma."

I recounted the story to Luisa, who nodded in places, her fingers tented under her chin. About halfway through, her daughter, Mariana, came out, and she stopped me to give the cute little girl a hug and a kiss before sending her back into the house. "We should hurry. I promised my daughter that she and I would make dolls and pizzas with her Play-Doh this afternoon. Continue."

"There isn't much else. I got the payment from Huong and drove back here. You and Mr. Bertoli were here for the rest."

Luisa sat back and pursed her lips, considering me. "Well, let me tell you about two different phone calls I've gotten today. One was from Danny Huong, complaining that you were, and I quote, 'a cocky, aggressive asshole.' Don’t worry, I was glad to get that call, as it tells Tom and I that you did exactly what we asked you to do. Danny is the type that is, as you might say, all bark and no bite."

I nodded, feeling at least a little better about the meeting. Maybe I'd walk out with my balls still attached, after all.

"Then I got another call, this one from Adriana, who was more upset with you. It seems that your date with Carmen didn't quite end the way I was expecting it to."

I gave her a quizzical look “Huh? I thought I was a gentleman.”

Luisa nodded. “Maybe so. Carmen apparently thought you had second thoughts when she told you about her living at the studio."

"No, not at all!" I said, more passionately than I had intended. Luisa raised an eyebrow, and I took a deep breath, composing myself. "We had a great time, and I enjoyed every moment it. It was just that when we were outside her studio and she put her arms around my neck . . . I don't know. I just remembered that she’s your friend, and I didn’t want to fuck it up."

She looked at me for a second, as if she were trying to judge if I was telling the truth. "All right. You've worked hard, and you've been under a good amount of stress, so I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to call Carmen and smooth things over for you. But you have to do the rest."

I went from feeling like the sword of Damocles was over my head to feeling like I had wings, and I sat back, relief and confidence filling my body again. "Thank you, Luisa. I owe you one.”

"I know," she said, smiling slightly. "And you can pay me back by getting inside, changing clothes, and giving me fifty full laps in the pool, alternating breaststroke and crawl stroke. Then find me in my daughter's play room, and we’ll figure out what else you need to do today."

For the first time, I was smiling as I went inside to change into the swim clothes that I kept in a small-sized locker in the gym. Getting dressed, I had a moment to think. If I had another opportunity to get with Carmen, I was going to seize it . . . what I should’ve done the first time.

Heading back out to the pool, I crossed paths with Luisa, who gave me a nod. Stopping, I turned. “Hey, Luisa?"

"Yes?"

"Tomasso said that he would talk to me today about the rest of the crew. Did something come up?”

Luisa smiled. “No. After your fifty laps. Now get to work."

"Yes, ma'am." I was smiling as I said it and was actually able to hit the water with a halfway decent dive. Even as the cold water hit me, there was only one thing on my mind. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again.