MasukValentina
"Cielo, come here and meet Tina, darling."
Cielo looks up at his mom, then at me and he smiles, but there's something about him that makes me feel weird.
"Hey, Tina. Nice glasses," he says.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't think they're at all nice.
I adjust them, pushing them farther up my nose as my cheeks burn. "Thanks," I say, although I'm not thankful. I'm embarrassed. I should have put on my new glasses. They make me look a little less nerdy.
Cielo's dad clears his throat. Cielo rolls his eyes but holds out his hand for me to shake. I take it and do the shaking because he just lets his hang there, limp.
"What's in there?" Cielo asks.
I look down at what he's pointing to and remember the cookies. It feels stupid to have them now. I feel like a little kid.
"Tina baked some cookies to welcome you all. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Dad says. He squeezes my shoulder encouragingly. I'm sure he knows I feel embarrassed. We're close, my dad and me. I guess that's normal when you don't have a mom or siblings.
"Yes. Here you go." I hold the tin out and Cielo takes it, pops the lid off, and helps himself to one without offering any to anyone else. He shoves the whole thing right into his mouth.
"Cielo!" Mrs. Ricci chastises.
"What? We missed lunch," he says, reaching for another one. "They're good. Thanks," he tells me. "Want to see the pool?"
"Sure," I say, relieved to just go outside. I look up at Dad for permission, especially since he said I shouldn't expect to be invited to swim, but it's Mr. Ricci who answers.
"You two go on. Horatio, you have a few minutes?"
"Sure," Dad says after a moment. "We don't want to be in the way, though. Business can wait."
"It's why we pay the movers," Mr. Ricci says. "Let's go to my study."
Dad and Mr. Ricci disappear, and Mrs. Ricci turns to Cielo. "No swimming until after you've unpacked your room, young man."
"It's why we pay the movers," Cielo says, mimicking his dad and taking another cookie before finally offering me one.
I take one. "Thanks," I say, even though it's weird to thank him for giving me one of my own cookies.
We walk out to the pool, and around the corner, I see the little house from earlier and the woman with the long dark hair setting a plant by the front door. When she sees us, she bites her lip. She's pretty, and close up, I see she has a very thin braid with a feather in it tucked behind her ear. I smile and wave. She looks surprised but then smiles and waves back.
"Dad says you moved from New York City," I say, feeling awkward trailing behind Cielo.
"Yeah." He stands at the edge of the pool.
"You miss it?"
He shrugs a shoulder. "Only just got here." He hands me the tin of cookies and strips off his shirt.
"Your mom said you can't swim until after you unpack your room," I remind him, not wanting him to get into trouble.
"And I reminded her we pay movers to do that." He slips off his flip flops. "Don't suppose you know anything about the boys' school here, do you?"
I shake my head, squinting up at him. The sun is in my eyes. "The sisters keep the girls' and boys' schools strictly separate." The school I go to, Notre Dame Academy, has two buildings on the same grounds, one for boys and one for girls. The property is several acres large, so it's not hard to keep the two schools divided.
"That's too bad," he says.
"I like it," I say.
He looks me over. "You're twelve. Wait until you're my age." He walks to the edge of the pool and dips a toe into the water to test the temperature.
"Because you're such an adult?" comes a low voice from behind us.
I spin around, startled, and for a split second, it's like everything goes quiet around me, like time stops for that tiny little moment.
It's the boy with the turquoise eyes.
Cielo groans and turns to face him. Up close, I can see the right one is more blue than green and the left one is the opposite.
This boy is definitely older than Cielo. Being just a few feet from him, I can see the little bit of stubble on his jaw and the lean muscle in his arms. My stomach flutters like it does when I'm nervous or anxious.
He glances at me and raises his eyebrows. I'm staring and just being weird. I blink, close my mouth and look away.
"Shouldn't you get to work with the rest of them?" Cielo asks him, stepping right up to him in a way that tells me they don't like each other very much.
The older boy looms closer, towering over Cielo. "You mean the rest of the help?"
Cielo shrugs a shoulder. "You said it, not me."
"Useless piece of..." he mutters the last part under his breath and turns to me, but I can guess what he says. He looks me up and down. I don't even know him, and I get the feeling he's angry even with me. "Where are your binoculars?" he asks.
So, he did see me. I feel my face heat up, and my mouth feels like I swallowed sand.
"What binoculars?" Cielo asks.
The older boy grins, then turns to Cielo and ruffles his hair. "Don't tax your brain with more info than it needs, kid. Space is limited as it is." He looks at me. "What's your name?"
"V" I start but have to clear my throat. "Valentina. Valentina Russo." My heart thuds against my chest and I rush to correct myself. I'm not sure why I gave him my full name. "But everyone calls me Tina." Not knowing what to do, I hold out my hand to shake his. He just looks at it, eyebrows furrowing in confusion or amusement, and I'm sure my face is red as a beet now.
"Do they? Well, Valentina Russo, careful with those binoculars. Some things are better left unknown."
Confused, I want to ask him what he means, but I can't find my voice.
He eyes the tin I'm holding. "Aren't you going to offer me a cookie?" he asks, tone taunting.
"Oh," I croak. "Would you like—"
"You don't have to offer him shit," Cielo says, snatching the tin from me. "Don't want to give the help the wrong impression."
"Is that right?" the older boy says, stepping right up to Cielo, taking a cookie, and shoving it into his mouth whole. He chews, swallows, then grins. "They're good. Mom will like them. I'll take them back to her. Not like Mira's going to eat them."
"Just try it," Cielo says.
"All right," the older boy says and before I even know what's happening, he takes the tin from Cielo, and with a little shove, knocks Cielo into the pool.
Shocked, all I can do is stand there with my mouth gaping and watch Cielo go under, flail for a moment, then pop back up.
"You fucking asshole!" Cielo yells. I take off my glasses to wipe away the water, but my dress is soaked from the splash, so I just end up smearing it. Mrs. Ricci comes running out of the house, her high heels digging into the lawn. The older boy just turns toward her, nods his greeting, and shoves another cookie into his mouth, taking the whole tin with him as he turns his back and walks away.
"Nicholas Hendrick, you stay away from my son!" Mrs. Ricci yells and rushes toward Cielo, who is climbing out of the pool. "Honey! Are you all right?"
Cielo curses under his breath and watches the boy, Nicholas Hendrick, casually walk back to the little cottage where the woman with the dark hair stands outside watching until Mrs. Ricci turns to face her. At that, she slips inside and disappears from view.
NicholasI need you.It's all it takes, and I find myself nodding and laying her down before I stand. My gaze hovers at her mouth, her little pink tongue darting out to lick those lips that taste so sweet. I undo two more buttons before pulling my shirt off over my head and taking in her full breasts with their hard nipples, the tiny gem sparkling at her belly button. Those white lace panties.I strip off my pants but keep my briefs on and lower myself onto the bed, setting one knee between her legs and sliding my arms around her, cupping the back of her head to kiss her as her arms close over my shoulders. It's when I taste the salt of tears that I draw back."V What is it?"She shakes her head.With a groan, I pull back, but when I move to stand, she closes her hand around mine. "Please don't go.""You're drunk, V. This isn't smart.""I need you. Please."Fuck. There it is again.I kiss her mouth, her neck, the hollow between her collarbones, one hand weighing her breast, fingertips
NicholasPastValentina nods off as Hamish maneuvers streets that grow increasingly quiet as snow blankets Boston. Hamish isn't only my driver. Nigella Gibson, my attorney, introduced me to him when I needed help with a situation that required special handling. He's been with me ever since. He doesn't ask questions, and he is trustworthy, two qualities I appreciate greatly.I have been back in town for a few days closing a deal. Running into Valentina Russo had been a possibility but not a probability. It hasn't happened the half-dozen times I've been here the last two years. I know where she attends school and the building in which she lives, but I haven't seen her apart from when I switch on the TV and find either Horatio Russo's or Sly Ricci's faces splashed across the screen detailing the latest in the embezzlement case. That's not to say I haven't looked for her.I am also well aware of the fact that she's still dating Cielo Ricci. That's been on the news too. The legal trouble R
ValentinaWhen I finally get to the ladies' room, I am grateful no one is inside so I can just take a minute to grip the counter and close my eyes as the room spins.It's all of what is going on. My father's trial, this new evidence that I know is going to change things, and on top of it, Cielo asking me to marry him tonight of all nights. That look on his face, like he got when he was a little kid, like he was celebrating. And I guess he was celebrating our would-be engagement even though I didn't say yes. He just didn't expect—and wouldn't accept—no.I should have pushed the ring away. Told him it wasn't right, that it wasn't fair to him.I force a deep breath in, open my eyes, and run the tap to splash water on my face.Before I get to, though, the door opens. I'm trying to fix my face when a male voice startles me, and I turn to find the man who was buying me drinks standing there."Hey, you okay? I feel awful," he starts, coming inside."I'm fine. This is the ladies' room. You sh
ValentinaThe noise stops for a moment, people seeming to freeze mid-sentence as he and I take each other in. His back is to the wall, a group of maybe a dozen men and women, all well dressed, sitting around him. Several bottles of champagne are turned down in their buckets and a waiter is serving what I guess to be espresso martinis to all but Nicholas, in front of whom the waitress sets what I guess to be a tumbler of whiskey.I haven't seen Nicholas Hendrick in over a year. He and his mother moved out of the Ricci cottage soon after he graduated college. They went to Atlanta, as far as I knew. I've only seen Nicholas in the news a few times since. I remember Mr. Ricci's surprised and irritated reaction when an investment firm had hired Nicholas. When he'd received his first promotion just two years later, Mr. Ricci had been outright angry.Actually, the whole of the Ricci family was not pleased, to say the least. The company Nicholas had found work with was run by a man Sly conside
ValentinaPastI never thought, not once, that the day Cielo proposed to me would leave me with a feeling of anything other than elation. Excitement. Exhilaration even.I never thought I'd say anything other than yes.When I met Cielo Ricci almost a decade ago, I always knew there would be something between us. Our meeting and the circumstances of it were somehow always leading up to this day, to the event that would follow.I stand in the lobby of my building and look down at the ring in the center of my palm, at the gleaming princess cut diamond on its platinum band weighing down my hand. It makes my stomach fill not with butterflies of excitement and anticipation of what is to come, but something else. Something anxious and a little like dread.But maybe that's because the day coincides with news leaked to the press of new evidence that incriminates my father in a scheme even more serious than what he is currently facing charges on. I wish Cielo had waited to propose, but he couldn
ValentinaA few days after my dinner with the Riccis, I decide I'm going to see my father whether he wants me there or not. I can't put off telling him about the engagement any longer. Invitations will begin going out within the week, and beyond that, I need him to explain his letter telling me to stay away.I walk into the prison, hearing the sounds of guards calling out, of heavy metal doors clanging open or closed. The smell of the place is stale, like body odor and old food, and the thought that my father will spend the next ten years in here is too much.I wait at the small table the guard had pointed to, jittery, anxiously bouncing my leg. At least he's in a federal prison so the offenders aren't violent. Or at least not as violent as they could be? I don't know. It looks pretty bad from my perspective.A door opens, and a guard walks into the visiting room. Following him is my father.He stops short because he was expecting his lawyer, not me.I stand up."Tina?" My father take







