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“You have two options,”Antonio Lovato says, his lecherous grin spread wide. “Option one, I blow you away with a bullet in the brain.”
My breath catches in my throat and I try to move back, but the henchman holding me only digs his nasty fingers deeper into my arms, pinching my skin.
“Option two, you blow me with that pretty mouth of yours.”
His men break out into grunts of laughter. Except for Enzo. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, but his face is a blank slate, lacking even a hint of emotion.
We’ve been standing on the rooftop of La Festa for the last fifteen minutes. Gio’s deadline has come and gone. The desert winds have blown through, powerful in the October night, with nothing but a flat landscape to cross.
The cool air forces a shiver out of me. It glides over my skin and makes me numb. A part of me is grateful. The number I am, the less pain stabs at my heart. At least I can stand here and feel nothing, as the man I’ve fallen for doesn’t show up. The sinking realization that he’s left me to die…
But can I blame him? I knew from the get-go nothing matters more to Gio than the Sorrentino crime empire. He’d kill his own family if it meant he ascends the throne and wears the crown. Hisblood.
Me? I’m just the toy who entertained him for a few weeks.
It was never serious on his part.
Damn. I had really let myself fall hard for him. Rule number one in the sex worker handbook: never fall for your client. Definitely never fall harder than he falls for you.
Yet the only thing I’ve done, even over the last few weeks we’ve been apart, is fantasize about Gio. Remember his touch and the rare smiles. The way he studies me and makes me feel safe. Even the dumb things like how the first thing he does when coming home is take off his watch, or how he teases me when he calls me Honey.
The wind is no longer enough to keep me numb. My heart shatters into a million pieces as I stand there with Lovato and his men, and a few tears trickle to freedom. Lovato being the cruel asshole he is uses it as more ammo against me.
“Never had one crybeforethey blow me and gag on my dick. Why am I more turned on at the thought?” Lovato cackles, grabbing his junk.
The crude joke wrenches me out of my pit of despair. My gaze chills as I shoot him my coldest glare, captive or not. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, honey, that’s sorta the idea. I fuck that pouty little mouth.”
“I’d rather walk barefoot on glass.”
The laugh ringing through his crew drops off. Everyone’s face hardens up as they await his reaction. Lovato doesn’t move, staring at me with more interest than he has all night.
“You got some spice to you, eh? No wonder Giovanni’s smitten. But, unfortunately, an ultimatum is an ultimatum. Your man didn’t show. Which means if you’re not gonna get down on those knees, then there’s no use for you.” Lovato reaches into the inside of his suit jacket and withdraws a loaded gun as casually as someone reaching for a wallet. He aims the pistol at me and says, “Shame, I’ve gotta do it. You are a looker. Butcosì è la vita—such is life.Arrivederci, gorgeous.”
I clench my eyes shut and flinch in the henchman’s arms, bracing myself for the bang of a gunshot and my last moments of life.
Instead, something else happens.
“NO!” Enzo screams at the last second as Lovato moves to pull the trigger.
Shock cascades over me, paralyzing me to the spot. I don’t even open my eyes for the first few seconds after Enzo’s interruption. It feels too unreal, like I should already have a bullet hole in me, halfway dying.
Lovato’s caught equally off guard. He holds the pistol skyward and cocks his head in Enzo’s direction. “No, what, Lorenzo? Speak your fucking mind, rookie.”
Everyone’s attention falls onto Enzo. He falters for half a second, as if losing his nerve, but then he steps forward with his chest puffed out and a stiff expression on his face.
“Well?” Lovato prompts.
“Sorrentino’s too pussy to show. But what if she had another use?”
Lovato glances over at me, salacious glint alive again. “I already told her what other use she has.”
“She’s a dancer. A good one. You saw her tonight. Think about how many stacks she can make you.”
