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Suddenly, he goes still and starts swearing, pulling out of me, dragging up his pants, and flipping my dress down, right as I hear what he hears.
Voices.
My brother.
“What,” says Leo, “the actual fuck is going on?”
I want to die. I don’t know what he saw. If he caught us actually having sex, but the way we are, my legs splayed, Christian between them, you bet he knows something’s going on. He starts yelling. Then Christian does.
And it’s not just them.
There are other voices.
Shouting. Yelling. Arguing.
Blood roars hard in my ears, and Christian’s arms surround me, burying my face in against his chest, where his heart beats fast. “It’s okay, sweetness. I’ll handle it.”
“Seriously? My sister, man. I have a fucking gun. So does Tizio, Nicolo, and Diego here.”
Oh. God. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Bandoni, tell me why we shouldn’t all use you as target practice.”
“Quit it with the crap, De Luca. We’re grown-ups and—”
“Stop it,” I say, lifting my head, and pushing Christian away. One thing about being caught in the act is his erection is gone. “All of you.”
“Mia—”
“No, Christian, I’ll deal with my dumbass brother.”
“Mia—”
“You’re the dumbass brother I’m dealing with, Leo, so shut your mouth.”
I jump off the counter and smooth my clothes before spinning to face him. At least the three men with him have the decency to look like they’re hoping the floor will open up and are glancing at anything but me. My brother?
He lacks the manners.
He might make grown men cry, but I can take him. And I’m so mad I could pistol whip him myself.
“I want to know what this asshole’s intentions are.”
“Intentions? What? Are we in a previous century?” I don’t even pretend to misunderstand his meaning as I cross my arms and glare.
If my face is a little heated and my hair a tangle, Leo doesn’t say anything.
“You’re my sister,” he says, pointing at me.
“Not your daughter. I’m also a grown-up, so mind your own damned business, Leo.”
“You are my business.”
“No, I’m my own business. And . . .” I raise my face with dignity. “We’re having dinner.”
“That didn’t look like dinner.”
“If you want to keep your balls, I suggest you rethink your attitude.” I breathe in as I tap my foot on the floor.
