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I don’t know if I’m glad or not that my mother isn’t here with us. It’s good because she doesn’t need to hear this, but I don’t know how she’s doing, either. I don’t know if Pavone was telling the truth about leaving her alone, or if this guy gets to act out his fantasies.
Vanessa finally has enough of everything and gets up, knocking over a stack of invitations. Her pen clatters to the floor. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want anything, Lucia?”
I don’t think we have anything strong enough for what I need right now.
At least Vanessa got the asshole to stop talking for a moment, except now his eyes are fixed on her breasts. I want to take my own pen and drive it through one of his eyeballs to keep him from looking at my family like they’re there for his entertainment.
“Water, please,” I say, even though I understand more in this moment why our mom drinks so much than I ever have before.
Vanessa nods and turns, exiting the dining room without so much as another glance at Pavone’s guard dog of the hour.
“Anyway,” he says, and now his eyes findmychest.
I’m wearing a low-cut blouse for Pavone’s benefit, but his men seem to enjoy it as much as he does. They’re a bunch of lecherous pricks, and I’m getting so tired of hearing them talk about my family like this.
This is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life as Pavone’swife.
At least they can’t touch me. At least they don’t dare.
The thought sparks an idea in me, but I hesitate. It’s far too risky, after the threat Pavone issued. He’d made it very clear what he would do if I was caught with any other man.
“I can see where you got your tits from,” he says. “Bet yours are a lot perkier. Maybe you should just lift your shirt a little and let me see, so I can compare.”
Some of my hesitation melts away. I paste a fake smile on my face and shake my head demurely. “I can’t. Emilio… I don’t want him to hurt anyone.”
This is as much of an out as I’m willing to give him. But the underling laughs and slings an arm around my shoulders. “Who’s going to tell him? Just a little touch.”
First he wanted a peek, but now he’s upgraded it to a touch? Pavone would kill us both.
I make a show of looking around the room, my heart thundering in my chest. This is dangerous, so dangerous, but I’m so full of impotent rage that I have to dosomethingbefore I explode. Vanessa isn’t here to take the blame, and I’m positive I can get away with this.
Mostly.
“But…” and I lean in a bit closer to him. I don’t miss how his gaze focuses on the top of my blouse. I place my hand on his. “No, you shouldn’t.”
He snorts and works his other hand under my blouse, squeezing one of my breasts harshly. The touch is crude, but not worse than anything else I’ve endured.
I let him have his fun, his face getting a bit red as he continues to massage and squeeze, until I hear Vanessa’s footsteps.
“Stop!” I yell, putting an edge of panic into my voice that isn’t entirely fake. “Don’t touch me!”
Vanessa’s footsteps quicken.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Princess,” he says with a sharp tug of my nipple.
My vision darkens to red at that. No one calls meprincessexcept Angelo.
I scream. “Get off of me! Help!”
“You’re overreacting,” he hisses, but he finally lets go of me. “What a spoiled little cunt.”
Vanessa gets into the room, liquid sloshing over the edges of the cups she carries. “Get away from her!”
The ruckus must’ve attracted attention somewhere else in the house because I hear more footsteps coming into the room.
My heart is racing, and I briefly meet the man’s eyes. If this works, I’m signing his death warrant.
And maybe my own. I can’t fuck this up.
