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“No, we aren’t,” Angelo growls. “It’s just a few more days, and we’ll have Pavone’s head on a platter.”
“And then you’ll be ours again, kitten,” Saint adds, taking another hopeful step toward me.
“Maybe I don’t want to be yours,” I say, fighting with the zipper on the dress.
“Here, let me—”
“Get away from me,” I tell Saint when he tries to approach. “I don’t want your fucking help.”
“So what are you going to do? Live out your honeymoon with Pavone?” Angelo asks. “If you don’t want our help, what do you think is going to happen to you?”
“At least there’s only one of him,” I say. “Not three psychopaths who pretend to give a fuck about me until their libido gets in the way.”
“You two have been downgraded,” Victor says, sounding almost amused.
“They were always psychopaths!” I shout back. I know I need to be quiet, that the clerk or Pavone’s man could show up to check on me, but the anger is boiling too hot. “These bruises on my neck could have come from Angelo! They did, at one point! And at least I don’t wake up with Pavone’s cock in my mouth or my cunt! I at least get to pretend I’m consenting.”
Saint stares at me, his own mouth slightly open. He looks taken aback, hurt even, and it only pisses me off more.
“How many women have you done this to, Saint? Huh?” I don’t wait for an answer. “God, I’m so fucking stupid. Just… get out. All of you, get the fuck out.”
The three of them share a look. I’m reminded of how they were when I first met them, three terrifying, cruel men who only cared about how they could use me against my father.
The situation hasn’t changed. Now they only care about how they can use me against Pavone.
“Kitten, I’m not… I wouldn’t do it to anybody ever again,” Saint hedges. “You’re the only one I care about. I…I lo…”
“Youloveme?” I interrupt, laughing cruelly. “Tell that to some other gullible, drugged up woman. Better yet, find yourself a nice, tough man to put you in your place, so that no woman ever has to put up with you ever again. We all know that’s what you really want, to be pounded in the ass until you’re crying.”
“Shut up,” Angelo growls. “You’re going too far.”
“I’mgoing too far? That’s rich, coming from you,” I snap at him, my anger easily redirecting to the newest target. “You’re the king of going too far. You’re just a violent psychopath who gets off on hurting people. Maybe you and Saint really are meant for each other. Funny that you haven’t ever gotten violent onhimthough. Because you respect him more than me? Or do you justlove metoo much to control yourself? You’re so run by your emotions, no wonder you need Victor to pull your leash like the fucking dog you are.”
Victor starts laughing, even adding a few sarcastic claps. “I like that one. Please, continue. What insights do you have about me?”
I wish I had something I could throw at him. “The great Victor Corvi! Unaffected by everything. Everything’s just a fucking game to you, isn’t it? You’re so focused on yourself and your fucking pathetic goals that you’ve isolated yourself completely. You think anybody actually fucking respects you? It’s been almost ten years since my family moved in, and you know who accomplished the most in this city? Pavone! He did the dirty work you weren’t able to handle. The moment I get married to Pavone, you’re going to lose Saint and Angelo since they only think with their dicks, and the entire fucking underworld is going to dump you like the disgusting pile of shit you are.”
Victor isn’t laughing anymore, but he meets my gaze head-on. “You’re marrying Pavone, are you?”
“I might as well! He’s less pathetic than you are!” I snap at him. “You’ve already fucked up all the plans because you just had to show off. Well, guess what? You should’ve saved your cards, because you’re going to need them. He’s going to gut you, and you know what? I’m not going to say a goddamn word.”
Victor nods at me. “I see. I did think you were cleverer than… all this.”
“Cleverer?” I’m speechless with anger for a second. “You know what, fuck you and your stupid mind games. I’m not putting up with this anymore. I’m not your pawn to push around. You don’t get tomold meor pretend you give a shit about me when all you ever actually want is my failure. My mistake was believing you when you said you wanted a partner. You’re going to die sad, miserable, andpainfully, and I’m going to laugh at your corpse.”
My body is shaking from adrenaline. The last time I’d lashed out at Victor, I’d gotten a belting, and the closet. But he can’t do that to me here. Even with Pavone’s death threats looming over my head, even with cum drying on my skin, he can’t touch me. Not in public. Not like this.
Angelo and Saint seem rendered speechless by my diatribe, and I flip them off as I stalk out of the room.
27
LUCIA
The white dress reminds me of things I’d rather forget.
Of Victor, bringing it to me in the dressing room before fucking me senseless; of Pavone, pissing on me before letting his men do the same. There are no positive connotations with the thing, but Pavone had insisted I wear it.
I’d put on the necklace Victor had given me, only because I’d had no other jewelry that matched, and I hate just how good it looks on me.
