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I wanted to have a really good, messy fight with Giulia, so I thought I’d go into Mia’s bedroom and make her scream for her mom, but damn if Mia didn’t look cute in her tiny white PJs and feel even better wriggling in my arms. She didn’t scream, no matter how much I manhandled her, and then she went and masturbated on my fingers while she thought I was asleep like some delicious, slutty wet dream. My stepdaughter is as filthy as I am, and that blew my goddamn mind, so I blew hers by forcing a few more orgasms from her.
As she stared at my dick, I thought she was going to beg me to fuck her, but then she ran from me like a scared rabbit. Not very far, though. She can’t get far from me while we’re living under the same roof. The thought makes me smile as I lift my beer to my lips.
My phone rings in my pocket and the smile is wiped from my face as I see who it is. I keep my gaze fixed on Mia’s ass in the sunshine as I lift the phone to my ear. “What?”
“Hello, Lazzaro.” Faber, my eldest brother.
“It’s Laz, you fuck. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Faber has always called me Laz, but since our father died, he’s started calling me Lazzaro. I know why he’s doing it. To put me in my place. Next, he’s going to demand I call him Fabrizio. I get this shit enough from my wife. Every time Giulia calls me Lazzaro it grates on me like nails down a chalkboard.
He’s Faber and I’m Laz. Why is that so hard for him to understand?
Faber ignores my question. “How are you and Giulia?”
I take an angry swig of my beer. “Why don’t you ask what you’re really calling about?”
“Well, is she?”
Pregnant. That’s my duty, to knock up Giulia Bianchi, because Faber’s got the idea that me becoming a family man will persuade me to settle down. “My brother is calling me to ask if I’m regularly screwing my wife. What a sicko.”
“Believe me, I don’t enjoy this any more than you do.”
My temper bursts apart like a volcano exploding. “Then give me what I’m fucking owed, and we don’t have to do this!”
My brothers are holding my inheritance hostage. My fair share of the family business that Dad started and that I’ve spent twelve years of my life sweating and bleeding for. Faber gets his money. My other brother Firenze gets his. But does Laz? No, they’re keeping their baby brother’s share from him because they don’t like how a twenty-nine-year-old man chooses to spend his leisure time. If I want to screw my way through every beautiful woman in this city, then I damn well will. I don’t care if my bedmates are strippers, waitresses, heiresses, or assassins. I just want to have some fun before I wind up with my blood and brains spattered across the sidewalk. That’s what happened to Dad, a bullet in his head as he was walking back to his car after a spaghetti dinner. His brother was gunned down in the street, too, and so was their father. Rosetti men have short life expectancies.
I can’t sue my brothers because our money is dirty, so it’s either murder them or play along, though if I have to silently screw Giulia’s dry pussy one more time, I might just load a gun. My wife doesn’t move when I fuck her and doesn’t make a sound. Ice-cold skin. Ice-cold heart. Ice-cold pussy.
“You can have your inheritance when you do what’s required of you.”
My lip curls. “Screwing that bitch is like fucking an ice block and you want me to keep going until she’s pregnant?”
Faber makes an impatient noise. “Spare me the details, Lazzaro. Just be a man and get the job done. You’ve never had any problem screwing anything before now.”
Like hell. I don’t fuck just anyone. I have sex with enthusiastic women who get so wet and hot it’s like I’m screwing a living, gushing furnace.
“It’s Laz,” I say through my teeth. “And you fuck her if it’s so easy.”
Faber sighs, and I picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are my constant headache. Giulia has been calling me, Lazzaro. You need to put more effort into settling into your new family.”
His pompous tone ratchets my temper up to a thirteen. Giulia has been calling Faber to complain about me? That’s a fight I look forward to starting later.
“Oh, yeah? You put some effort into pulling that stick out of your ass. Go fuck yourself.” I hang up and toss my phone across the counter. The beer has turned sour in my mouth, so I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and neck half of it.
Marrying Giulia was the biggest mistake of my life because I can see what will happen next. Marrying her? Not enough for Faber. Moving in and playing husband? Not enough for Faber. Knocking that cold bitch up? Not enough for Faber. This was his idea, and I want my perfect, control freak brother to just admit it was a terrible one and give me my money.
If Giulia is already calling Faber to complain about me, then it won’t be long until he’s being driven up the wall. Faber hates complaining. Maybe I can get Giulia’s three equally cold and ruthless brothers to start calling him as well. With them all breathing down Faber’s neck, he’ll crack up and admit his idea was the worst he’s ever had.
I smile to myself. Not a bad plan, Laz. Not bad at all. In the meantime, I’ll step it up a notch.
And I know who I’m going to torment first.
As I head out into the garden, warm afternoon sunshine washes over me. Heat radiates off the white tiles and the swimming pool is a stunning shade of blue. Mia is laying on her stomach reading on her phone. Her legs are slightly parted, and I can see the outline of her plump pussy lips through her bikini. My mouth waters. Pussy that hates your guts and still gushes on your fingers? That’s my new favorite flavor. Pussy I have to steal a touch or a taste of in the middle of the night behind her mother’s back?
Fucking delicious.
Mia has no idea I’m standing over her. I tilt my bottle and trickle a thin stream of water over her pussy, delivering a cold shock to her sensitive flesh.
