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“Those women. All the ones who wouldn’t let you touch them. Women like Donna Rossi.” At the sound of her name, I heard his sharp intake of breath. I knew if nothing else, Stefano would remember the hell that her father had inflicted on criminal organizations like his in the aftermath of her death. “You ended her life and now, I’m here to end yours.”
I hopped off of him and circled around the chair. Stefano was silent for one of the first times since I had met him, and I felt a twinge of regret that he wasn’t begging for his life like others did at his hands. I heard his chuckle, then looked up to see why. In the doorway, Nazario stood with a gun in his hand.
“This game is over, Bellissima,” he told me, the endearment more scathing now than anything else. “Take her out, figlio.”
Nazario looked between his father and me, and I couldn’t quite make out his intentions. I knew that he said he hated his father and wanted him dead, but the moment he pointed the gun at me, I began to rethink that. My hand began shaking so badly that the knife fell from it, but thankfully it landed on Stefano’s shoulder. The small nick had blood rushing to the surface, and he roared out in pain.
“Kill her, Nazario. Do it now!” Stefano ordered.
I looked up at his son who was now smirking, silently. I grabbed the knife and was about to get done what I had planned before the son fulfilled his father’s dying wish. Before I could, however, Nazario quickly turned the gun on his father.
A loud bang pierced the silence and seconds later, Stefano’s head fell forward but not before a spray of his blood splashed onto me. The knife I’d been holding clattered to the floor and I fell to my knees. Blood pooled from the wound in Stefano’s head and quickly gathered into a puddle below me. It was over. A sense of relief should’ve filled me, but Nazario had done the one thing I wanted to do more than anything else. He’d taken the kill shot and sent this bastard to hell. All of those years of training and the months I’d spent cozying up to a killer had been for nothing.
I looked up at Nazario and found enough strength to scramble onto my feet. He was still standing in the doorway. He had plenty of opportunity to shoot me, yet so far was declining to do so. It didn’t matter whether he did or not because I wanted to kill him. I grabbed the blade still covered in his father’s blood and lunged toward him.
Something gripped me just as another shot rang out, and this one had me falling to the floor. My head bounced off the travertine and I felt the warmth of my own blood as it seeped from my wound. Everything ached, and as I lay there beside my arch enemy, both of us now stricken at the hand of my nemesis. I tried to glance up at him, but my eyes grew heavy as everything faded to black. If this was the end, I’d have to take solace in knowing that my own death hadn’t been for naught.
Epilogue
NAZARIO
It had been two weeks since the death of my father, and after the applicable mourning period, I was ready to emerge as leader of the family. There was no opposition, not that I expected there would be any, but one never knew. Just like Leonardo Di Salva, there were always loyal soldiers of my father that might try to take his place. So far, none had emerged. After all, Stefano was dead and gone and because of me. Word traveled fast, and the Camorra would see that there was a new leader of this independent family.
I had planned a party and I knew it was already in full swing. I always liked to make an entrance, and I would definitely do that tonight. I looked over at the dark-haired woman beside me. She was fucking gorgeous, and all mine. “Are you ready to make a proper entrance, Viviana?”
She smiled up at me. Her lips were the same candy apple red shade that drove me wild in the beginning, and they matched her long nails to perfection. Her dark ebony locks had been straightened and she was in the tightest black dress I had ever seen. Her curves were on full display, as was the large rock on her finger.
“I’m ready when you are,” she answered.
“You’re being very amicable tonight,” I said in observation. She’d been fit to be tied when she came to and realized that she hadn’t gotten to kill my father after all. I had thought the first shot ended Stefano, but when he grabbed Viviana, I put another bullet between his eyes. She’d fallen to the floor and hit her head so hard that it had knocked her out. Plenty of ice and an hour later, and she returned to the land of the living.
That night, she railed at me for taking her mission from her, even though I had always told her that she wouldn’t be the one to take him out. She’d struck me... threatened me... and when she realized her attempts were futile, she came so fucking beautifully for me. I’d kept her underneath me for much of the next few days.
“You’re mine,” I told her as I leaned in and nibbled on her ear.
She loved when I called her mine, even though sometimes I wondered if it was joy or some sort of planned retribution that made her so happy. Tonight, I wouldn’t worry about it because she was about to walk out into Camorra society on my arm. I not only took my father’s life and organization, I also took his queen, and this would serve as a reminder that Nazario Vaccaro was in charge.
“I’m all yours,” she murmured before leaning in to brush her lips against mine.
I grabbed the back of her head, then held her prisoner as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She surrendered to me so genuinely, but I knew this wasn’t a sign to come. She still was just as much of a venomous hellcat as she’d always been to me before, but she was behaving quite nicely tonight. I’d have to reward her later for it.
Our tongues danced in rhythm with one another, and I’d never tire of having her this close to me. I’d never not desire her, and that would never change. We fucked like a couple in love, but neither trusted the other completely. She’d fooled someone so infallible as my father, and I wouldn’t put anything past her when it came to me. I’d ruined her purpose in life, and although I had given her a new one, I still slept with one eye open.
I kissed her for a few more seconds before pulling away. She traced her now swollen bottom lip with her tongue, and I was tempted to put that hot mouth to use. “Stop looking at me like that or else you’ll make your debut with my cock in your mouth.”
Her eyes twinkled and that smirk of hers that I had come to know, returned, and she gave me a small shrug, then returned to the vanity to touch up the lipstick of hers that I had smeared. When she turned back around, she looked completely untouched which only made me harder. Life with her was definitely different, but it wasn’t bad. She challenged me... invigorated me... and even if one day she decided to destroy me, I realized it would be one hell of a ride. I was then reminded of a quote I had read somewhere. It mentioned something about feeling like Heaven when flirting like Hell, and as Viviana took my hand, I realized that described us perfectly. I gave her hand a squeeze, then walked alongside her as we entered the stage area of the club. We’re Nazario Vaccaro and Viviana Spataro, and this is the beginning of the rest of our lives. It could also be the end, and when our presence was detected, I looked down at my soon-to- be bride, and grinned. Only time would tell which it would be.
