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His lips twitch into a slight smile. “Good luck convincing Bruno to work for a Lombardi, princess.”
My shoulders slump. “Good point.”
Bruno would probably never speak to me again if I suggested the idea.
Antonio shakes out his wrist and fidgets with his Rolex. “But for now, I’ll have Damien escort you.” He sucks down the rest of his coffee.
I don’t know Damien well. We’ve never even carried on a conversation, but everyone knows he’s Antonio’s right-hand man.
I tap my nails along the counter. “I get to officially meet your bestie.”
His handsome face pinches. “He’s my most trusted man, Giana.”
“Yourbestie.” I smile. “It’s okay. I have one too.”
Our moods aren’t lining up as well as our genitals did last night. But I need to be understanding. Sure, a large weight was lifted off my shoulders, but Antonio’s fight isn’t over. He still has a family to run and stresses.
“I wish I had the time to fuck that little morning snark out of you,” he says, settling his mug in the sink. “But I don’t.”
He sighs as if he just gave away his favorite childhood toy, and just as I think he’s leaving, he shifts in my direction, wraps his arms around my waist, and lifts me onto the counter.
The stone is cold and rough against the skin my shorts don’t cover, and goose bumps roll over my body. A slow smile builds on Antonio’s face as he lowers his head, nuzzling his noseagainst mine, and steps between my legs. I hiss when he lowers his hand down my panties.
He freezes, his face softening as he pulls his head back. “Are you sore, baby?”
“A little.” I curl my hand around his wrist to stop him from moving his hand from my panties. “But please, don’t stop.”
He stares at me, as if giving me a moment to change my mind.
I tilt my head and whisper, “I’m already soaked for you,” in his ear.
He tilts his hand in my panties, finding the perfect angle, and fingers me. His hand work doesn’t last long. It’s awkward with my shorts on. So he rips them and my panties down my legs and spreads me out on the island as if I’m his breakfast.
He doesn’tfuck the snarkout of me.
He eats it out of me.
And when he’s finished, he licks his lips and says, “Welcome to your new castle, princess.”
“Ugh, I already miss you,” Natalia tells me over our second FaceTime call of the day. “Tell Antonio we have to share custody. I mean, technically, I am your stepmother.”
“Funny,” I grumble, flipping her off. The motion causes my hand to bump the phone, and I have to save it from dropping off the counter and onto the floor. “And the only reason I’m not throwing something through the screen at you is because I’m convinced you played a large part in my father allowing me to leave.”
Pre-Natalia Cristian Marchetti would have never.
“Yeah, he’s kind of pissed at me for that.” She rolls her eyes and applies moisturizer to her hands. “But if blaming me is what he needs to have some fucking emotion, then so be it. I’d rather him do that than behave like a concrete block who only eats, sleeps, and plays Monster Marchetti.”
Before Natalia, that’s pretty much what his life was.
“I guess all monsters are capable of emotion,” she adds. “Which means he’ll come around with you and Antonio. It’s only been a day. Men need, like, five to seven business days to get their heads out of their asses.”
“Come around enough to invite Antonio over for Christmas?”
“Only if you request your father make you a widow.” She carries her phone with her from the bathroom to the bedroom. “Your father, he isn’t used to this. It’s a power struggle. When he wants to kill someone, he kills them. Unfortunately, the man he wants to kill just so happens to be your husband. And on top of that, he doesn’t see it as a legit marriage. Antonio did kind of force you to marry him.”
Just as I’m about to argue, she continues talking. “But, hey, thou shall not judge because your father pretty much forced me to marry him, too, and look at us. Married. A baby. Happily ever after over here.” She smiles. “On a serious note, I’m here for you. I already informed him that Enzo and I will be visiting you. I need to come see your new house and bring you a housewarming gift. Oh, and maybe a wedding one too.”
My father might’ve listened to Natalia as she told him that, but I’ll believe it when I see it. Sometimes he likes to just entertain shit to appease people.
