Tony shot a longing look out the rearview mirror and sighed. Gloria’s hips swayed under the purple taffeta of her dress. Taunted him. His mouth watered, knowing exactly how her curves felt under his hands and tasted under his lips. Frank’s hand settled on Gloria’s waist, pulling her to him. A furious rage clouded Tony’s vision. Dammit, he loved that girl. It tore his heart out every time his boss touched her.
All he had to do was get her away from Frank long enough to get her to admit they were good together. Long enough to make her my girl. Forever. Tony was certain she felt the same way. Look at the way she held him and kissed him earlier. Gloria couldn’t get enough of me after the boss left her room. Had to mean something.
Tony had seen girls like Gloria flit in and out of Frank’s bedroom for years. The ones who loved how powerful and special he made them feel, until he tired of them. Tony suspected Gloria liked people treating her differently, knowing she was Frank Tortelli’s girl. He wasn’t too far off the mark.
Gloria couldn’t admit it to her parents, or anyone else, but she liked it when people treated her better. Different. She always got what she wanted from Frank. Eventually, anyway. And at whatever price he set. She rarely got what she needed from Frank, though. Tony gave her that. So long as she had Tony to remind her of the...