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FORTY
SEBASTIEN
Mile after dreadfulmile, I stared at the road leading to the Hamptons. I sat in the back of my limo ready to come to terms that Rebecca had beaten us. She had Anthony and Giancarlo on her side. Inside her was more like it.
But she wanted me too.
As much as I believed I’d never get her back, I also never imagined if I did, I would have to share her.
With fucking Anthony.
We passed a ten-foot-tall iron gate and found Becca’s Town Car parked at the end of the long driveway to the beachfront mansion Anthony bragged about all the time. Vale and Gil leaning on the driver’s side panel, looking at peace and not on edge, meant she’d come here of her own volition.
Giancarlo’s limo parked next to Becca’s car.
“Shall I find somewhere for me and Stevo to sleep tonight, boss?” Silas asked me.
“No. We’re not staying here tonight.” I pushed the door open myself. “Come get me in an hour. I don’t want to be here for a minute longer.”
I wasn’t giving in.
Inside the house, the sweet sound of a sensual laugh echoed off the thirty-foot ceilings with track lighting shining on oversized new-age artwork. The living room, with several sofas and coordinating accent chairs, was empty.
“They’re in the media room down that hall,” Mark said, watching the ocean from floor-to-ceiling windows. I assumed Reggie was on the roof with an Uzi.
I glanced at Silas, who followed me. “Wait outside.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Look who finally fucking showed up,” Anthony said, watching me step into a room much different from the living room.
This one was smaller, more intimate, with a lower spackled white ceiling and dark beams.
“I’m out of here in an hour. What do you want?” I crossed my arms, even though I knew what the hell they wanted.
Me.
I stared at Rebecca sipping wine, staring back at me in front of a stone fireplace.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Anthony said, holding a tumbler of scotch.
I didn’t answer, just kept watching her as she peered back at me, her eyes changing from strong to pleading.
“Bastien, this is the only way for us to succeed,” Giancarlo said, strutting up to her. “Becca needs us. And we need her.”
Her back melted into his chest, her eyes slipping closed as he kissed the back of her neck.
She loves that...
While they’d been fucking the woman I loved, I’d been tunneling through Daria finances looking for the payment link that funded Sunrise. I wanted to find it and kill it.
I hadn’t found it.
My father buried it. Scaring the fuck out of me. He’d wanted success so badly, he was willing to... I shook my head.
Anthony kissed Rebecca’s mouth, sending fire through me. Giancarlo cupped her breasts, easing the low-cut dress off, exposing her nipple. His fingers clamped the nub making her mewl in Anthony’s mouth.
Get up asshole and kiss her. You can. She wants you too.
My wounds never healed from losing her. All I could think was this was some temporal purgatory, destined to crash, and I’d lose her again.
“We still have time to kill that shipment,” Anthony said, holding her face. “She’s gonna give us that presentation so we can get to work, right, angel?”
“No, she’s giving it to me.” Giancarlo spun her around. “Right, baby?”
She playfully whacked at their hands. “I’m not giving it to either of you.”
“Right,” Anthony said, lifting the back of her dress. Jesus, she wasn’t wearing panties. “We’re both giving it to you.”
I was certain the hour had passed because the sun had set. Silas didn’t come for me, and I hadn’t moved. Just watched them and listened. They talked in circles, all while stopping to kiss and fondle each other.
“I’m getting some air.” I stood up, adjusting my hard-on. “You idiots do what you want. You both can’t have her. She’s playing you.”
“I am not,” Becca argued, running her hands through Giancarlo’s hair. The guys were both shirtless in jeans.
“You guys are out of your minds.” I pushed on the back patio door and hiked down the stone path to the pool, wondering how long it would take to drown myself.
Every part of my body ached. Ached for sex. Ached for Rebecca. Ached to be cut so I could concentrate on healing. The water rippled and steam lifted off the surface. Fucking heated pool. Fucking ocean view. Fucking Messina.
Figuring what the hell, I removed my clothes down to my boxers. The jets streaming from the ports against my cock would feel good and make me come. Clear my head. I yanked down my boxers and dove into the water.
Fucking saltwater pool!
The fresh slices in my skin burned as I waded through the water with wide chopping strokes. I sank to the bottom and pushed back up. Repeated that to exhaust myself, so I’d come in Anthony’s pool quicker.
As I pushed up through the water’s surface, a shimmering image in white stole my breath.
Rebecca stood next to the pool. Her white dress draped down to her navel, showing the swells of her breasts. “What do you want?” she asked. “Remember you asked me?”
“Nothing.” Leave me alone. Only, I couldn’t say that out loud.
“Okay.” She removed her sparkly sandals and began peeling away her dress.
After realizing we were alone, I said, “Your audience is in the house.”
I couldn’t look away as she stood there naked. So perfect. I hated that both Anthony and Giancarlo had taken what was mine. But it made me hard as a rock at the same time. She still wanted me.
Furious, I glanced around, expecting one of Anthony’s guards to be leering at her, but no one was around. Just Becca. And me.
The high vinyl fences had security system repeaters every four or five posts.
Instead of diving in, Rebecca sat and let her feet dangle in the water. “I figured something out,” she said, gripping the cement edge of the pool.
“You like dick?”
She smiled. “I do. I always did. We had amazing sex.”
“I know,” I said low and swam toward her. “What did you figure out?”
“It’s just about money.”
“What is?”
“This project. I can’t imagine your father said, no I’ll take the drug that will hurt women instead of some other deal.”
“We’re gonna go down, Becca,” I said with a tight throat.
“Speaking of going down...” She spread her legs.
God, the sight of her pussy. Bare. Plump lips, tinged in pink, sore around her slit. From those maniacs fucking her. And she wanted more. Wanted me.
I grabbed her ankle, and she yelped. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” She pulled my hair.
I yanked away and glared at her. Shaking my head, I swam off. After hearing the gentle splash, I glanced over my shoulder as she swam toward me.
I leaned against the other side. She cornered me. I wanted her so badly, it hurt more than the knife.
“I’ll cover your investment,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Get your father to sign the termination papers and I’ll cover your investment.”
“We won’t be bought off.” I took a breath. “Or paid to fuck you.”
“Is that what you think this is?”
“Looks like it. Sexual extortion.”
“I love you, Sebastien.”
My body went still. “How? How can you still possibly love me?”
“I don’t know how to not love you. Trust me, I tried.” She waded in the water, her gorgeous breasts bobbing.
“Your body has changed in five years.”
“Yours too. You’ve changed.” Her fingers trailed up my arms, over all the scars, those faded white gashes I stared at every morning putting a dress shirt on. “How can you do this to yourself? You could have talked to me. I would have understood. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”
The pain in her voice gutted me. “That’s exactly why I didn’t. You wouldn’t have stood for it. You would have gone to your father.”
“Damn right.”
“And that would have caused a war with Anthony Sr. He was more of a monster back then.”
“Now Anthony Jr. is the monster. But I...” She smiled. “I have him on my side.”
“Is that what you’re calling it?”
“We’re talking to our fathers this week,” Anthony said from the other side of the pool.
“It’s time.” Giancarlo stood next to him. They were both naked. “Our fathers tolerated each other. That’s what the tribunal thing was for,” he said and dove into the water.
Anthony dove in too, a perfect swan dive. He and Giancarlo waded a few feet from us. Sharks waiting to devour my woman.
“He’s right,” Becca said inches from me, my body pulsing to touch her. “We can have a real alignment. All of us.”
“You’re forgetting one thing.”
“What? What am I forgetting?”
“Sunrise is one deal. We still have to kiss your ass. For everything else. Have you even seen the depths of your father’s business? How he controls us?”
“I’ll look into that too.”
“That’s what made your father a billionaire. Skimming from us.”
She looked away and bit her lip. “You know what? I don’t know why I thought I could talk to you. I’ll talk to your father directly.”
