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“Mi bella donna,” I said to her in Italian, a term of endearment that meant my beautiful woman.
When I first used those words, she wasn’t a woman yet, not even close. But I always made her feel like one because Gia was special. Even when we were kids, I knew she was the one. She belonged to me long before she brushed her lips against mine. I owned every part of her—mind, body, and soul.
“Angelo,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, and shoved her hand through my wavy black hair. “Cuore mio.”
I was her heart, as she was mine, that much was true. For most of my life, I was in love with Gianna Carlini. She was my one constant. Born into families with too much wealth and power, we were doomed from the start. A simple fact which made me love her more. That meant our time was more precious than others. We never wasted a moment we spent together.
I pushed up her dress with the violent passion she craved, sliding her panties to the side. She unzipped my pants and gave my cock a few strokes, before I thrust inside her wetness, filling her at once.
She moaned against my lips.
I took.
She gave.
“You’re mine,” I whispered. “Forever. Always.” Then I kissed her, claiming every part of her until my phone buzzed in my pocket.
My life was never mine. It belonged to the people who never left me the fuck alone. How could I give something away that was never mine to give? But she had my heart. No one but Gia had the power to crush it.
Chapter Five
Angelo
“Get in the car,” Pete growled at me through the open window of the Mercedes, the same CLS 550 our father had bought each of us for Christmas.
Marco parked out front of the mansion where I’d just fucked Gia in the basement, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Pete was next to Marco in the passenger seat, his arm rested on the ledge of the open window with his usual scowl on his lips.
I pulled on the handle and got inside the car. “What’s the fucking rush?”
“Where were you?” Marco followed the circular driveway, his eyes focused on me in the rearview mirror, as he made his way off the property. “I called you three times before you answered.”
“I was busy,” I spat back.
“Busy doing what?” Pete asked.
I folded my arms across my chest and sank into the leather, staring out the window. “Does it matter? I’m here n
ow.”
“Probably off fucking his girl,” Marco said with an attitude.
“Don’t hate on me just because you two can’t get pussy without paying for it.”
“Can you believe this guy?” Marco looked at Pete and laughed.
“I’m not the one stuffing my dick in coked up strippers,” I countered.
Pete glanced over his shoulder at me and smirked. “If I wanted your girl, I could have her. I’d fucking take her, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing you could do about it.”
I grabbed the back of the headrest and shook it. “Fuck you! Stay the fuck away from Gia.”
“That girl will be the death of you,” Marco said, turning onto the highway.
“We can’t afford to have weaknesses in this family,” Pete said with his back turned to me. “Gia is your biggest weakness. Everyone knows it. You should cut ties with her before she gets hurt. She’s a councilman’s daughter now. That makes her an even bigger target.”
This time, I punched the back of his headrest. “Don’t fucking threaten me or my girl, or I’ll slit your fucking throat, you cocksucker.”
Pete moved so fast, clutching my wrist between his fingers. “Shit is getting messy, kid. Don’t think for one second there won’t be casualties in this war we’ve got going on with North Jersey and Enzo’s crew.”
