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“You heard the lady,” the driver says, putting the vehicle in drive, and Sanchez is smart enough to move his feet because Gio’s driver takes off.
The adrenaline shoots through me, and I feel insanely powerful. Then I feel the heat of my captor’s breath on my cheek and my pulse quickens. “Now, Patricia suits you,” Gio whispers against my neck.
“I like it when you call me Cupcake,” I answer, blushing at my revelation. The confession should have stayed a secret because this man isn’t my friend or my lover. He is my enemy, and his family wants my head.
He runs his nose along my throat, sniffing before he releases a groan. “Good. You smell like cupcakes.”
This is getting a little too intimate for a man who would do nothing but destroy me from the inside out before killing me, so I gingerly slide farther away from him. Trying to break the sexual tension, I remember what happened this morning and explain the cupcake smell. “That was an accident. I was baking for my birthday, and, well, something happened…I don’t want to talk about it. You can just drop me off somewhere else. I appreciate you helping me get away from them.”
“No,” he growls, dragging me back to him, leaving no room between us. Our legs are touching from hip to calves, and I wonder if he can feel my pussy throb every time he grunts or growls like a damn animal.
“I swear I had nothing to do with what happened to your family,” I insist, pleading my case. As much as I want to stay close to him, there’s no way I can, and it would be foolish to think otherwise.
“Sweetheart. Other than crazies like my sister, most women in the families don’t have anything to do with the business, but that doesn’t mean I don’t plan on keeping my promise. I want to see if you taste like vanilla.” His mouth is on mine, and my body betrays me, releasing a moan that says I’m going to be in trouble. His strong hands lift me onto his lap, and I find myself straddling his large frame.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Cupcake.” I moan as his mouth drifts lower, kissing down my throat to my shoulders, pushing my top down just over one arm until he notices the mark there and stops.
“Can’t have you coming on me in front of everyone.”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t,” I sass, hopping off his lap and sitting beside him. He scoffs, adjusting his pants.
“From the looks of my pants, I’d beg to differ.” I notice a wet spot and blush. He can fuck off. He chuckles and then speaks heavy Italian to the men in the front seats. Unfortunately, Spanish and Italian are close because I can understand a few words and don’t like what I hear. I cling to the hem of my dress, playing with the fabric and ignoring how his voice sounds as he directs his attention to the two men.
Suddenly, the vehicle stops and I’m afraid of what’s next. “Pops,” Gio says. “Since when are you on gate duty?” Great. His father is mere feet away—the same man who was pissed on the call.
“I’m not, but I knew you were on your way.” I can feel the elder Barone’s eyes on me, but I refuse to glance his way. I am tired of being assessed today. It was humiliating enough this morning.
He chuckles in the same familiar tone as Gio, and my eyes dart upward, forgetting myself. There’s no mistaking they are father and son. “Matteo is going to want a briefing first.”
“I was on my way there.”
“And her?” His eyes land on me with a hint of a smirk that he’d passed on to his child. Instantly my womb becomes needy, and I picture a baby. I slam my eyes shut because that’s ridiculous. The very notion is preposterous and infuriates me.
“We will discuss it later,” Gio says, dismissing my presence. I want to snap my teeth, letting them know I’m not up for discussion and that I don’t belong here because I’m not a part of their war. In fact, I want nothing to do with it.
“Then I’ll let you be on your way. Be careful of the viper,” he says. Great…snakes. I hate snakes.
Chapter Five
Gio
We pull up to the compound, and I’m forced to take Patricia to the main area because I must speak with Matteo first. I don’t trust my little sweet thing to not pull a disappearing act. If she managed to slip past the Morenos, I wouldn’t be surprised if she could dodge a couple of my men. Plus, I’d hate for anyone on the compound to lay a hand on her because they know who she is, even if I didn’t.
“What the fuck is this bitch doing in my house?” my sister says, jumping up from Matteo’s side on the sofa, ready to attack. He quickly grabs his wife, who pisses me off instantly.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I bark out, standing in front of Patricia. She clings to the back of my jacket, but I pull her off it because my knife is there, and I don’t trust the little enemy.
“You remember who you’re talking to, Gio,” Matteo warns me.
“My bratty fucking sister,” I remind him.
“True, but she is my wife in public.” He smirks, and yes, she’s his queen, which suddenly puts the crazy brat behind me in a dangerous position. Although, since we crossed paths, I plan to put her in a new position that will ruin our enemies.
“Fucking bullshit is what I call it, and besides, I’ve decided that Patricia will be my wife.” I pull her out of hiding, hugging her tightly to my side.
“What?” my sister and Patricia say simultaneously, both looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Wise,” Matteo chuckles, understanding the playmaking game plan.
