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He knew how I felt about this whole fucking thing. He also knew I’d find a way to run, which was why I’d been under heavy guard the whole time I was here.
“I thought you were my friend,” I bit out.
“Sera, did you learn nothing in Italy? I answer to your family because it’s what’s best for mine. You live in a world where we’re all pieces on the board. Enzo is my king, and I will not betray him, no matter how much I like you.”
I swung and slapped his cheek. He smirked and nodded to his men. “There’s a car waiting for Ms. Rosetto out front.”
He leaned in. “Do not make a scene in my club, or they have orders to carry you out.”
I smoothed my silk dress and turned to the men. They weren’t sure what to do as they waited for Mica to respond to me hitting him.
“You heard the man. I don’t fucking have all day.”
I guess I was going to be home for the holidays after all. Why had I thought they’d forgotten about me?
Three
LORENZO
“I told you I’d take care of it.” I clenched my jaw. It took all my willpower not to throw the phone. As much as I wanted to be calling all the shots, Giovanni Casella was still the head of the family. He’d made the arrangements for her marriage and called Sera home. “Everything’s been set into place.”
“I’ll be back in town for the wedding, but I trust you to take care of the details,” he finished before he hung up, and I slammed my cell phone down on my desk.
I’d been running things in Philly for the last several years, all while trying to keep Sera safe and out of harm’s way. She hadn’t made it easy for me. I just had to keep her out of trouble until I married her off.
I left my office and made my way to the dining room as our staff prepared the table.
Aldo, my consigliere, my advisor, entered the room. “Morning, sir.”
I nodded and sat at the end of the table. “Good morning. Is Serafina up and about?”
He grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl. “I just got in, haven’t seen her yet.”
I clenched my fist. This was the last thing I had time for. I slammed my paper down and stormed up to the east wing of the house. I’d been working on business since six this morning. When they brought her in, she had been told to be at breakfast at eight. It was now almost nine.
The door banged off the wall as I shoved it open. She grunted from across the room but made no effort to move.
I hadn’t seen Sera since I’d moved her to Italy. She laid sprawled out on her stomach in the middle of the bed, her golden hair spread across the white sheets. Sometime in the night ,she’d kicked off the covers, and now she was only wearing black lace panties, the delicious curve of her ass calling to me. Maybe she’d learned her lesson and ditched the thongs.
She turned her head, moaning softly. Her soft features made me catch my breath. My cousin warned me she'd use her girlish looks to try to catch people off guard. She appeared to be weak and innocent, but I knew her to be no such thing. Now, like this, I almost felt sorry for what was to come. Almost.
I was pissed. Instead of picking the family that best suited our purposes to marry her off to, our family planned to sell her to the highest bidder. Along with her, they’d get all the property we’d looked after since her father, the head of the Rosetta family, had been murdered. Property which should have been mine. Half of Philadelphia's docks were owned by her family, along with the legit multimillion dollar nightclubs I had nurtured and grown. It was all supposed to be mine, but it was her dowry instead.
I walked over to the side of her bed and adjusted my cock. Since I punished her that night, all those years ago, she’d taken up permanent residence in my head. She drove me fucking insane. A wicked grin stretched across my face as I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her right butt cheek.
“Fuck!” She jumped up, pulling a kitchen knife from under her pillow, and swung at me.
Grabbing her hand, I disarmed her then swung her around, pulling her into me, one arm around her waist and one on her throat.
“Is that how you greet your brother?” I hissed in her ear, not able to get the sight of her perky breasts out of my head.
“Let me go, you bastard.” She kicked back, but I side-stepped her.
I shoved her to the bed and bent over and picked up the knife. “Dear sister, you know how I feel about weapons in the house.”
She flipped around, not bothering to cover her nakedness.
I couldn’t help but take in her sun-kissed skin and perfect body. No tan lines? Damn. My cock twitched, and she noticed my gaze.
