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I fill them in and the silence that ends my story tells me they are thinking hard.
Leonardo growls,“Then I guess we can also expect a visit. Thanks for the warning.”
For some reason, that simple statement melts my heart a little because even though we hate one another and always have, we are still family, and they are all I have left of blood. Mafia blood and it will need to count for something incredible if we are to unite and defeat the enemy within.
Leonardo sighs heavily.“I’ll see what I can find out. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll step up security and break a few heads open to find what we need.”
Matteo adds,“Same. We must work together for once in our miserable lives for the family.”
“For the family.”
Leonardo adds and I say gruffly, “For the family.”
The silence tells me they have cut the call and I sigh heavily.
For the family.
The family motto that is a fucking joke. We haven’t been a family ever since we were babies.
Why the fuck do they think we’ll be one now?
CHAPTER15
FLORA
If I wasn’t in hell, I’d think I was in heaven. It certainly feels that way as I languish in a hot bubble bath in the most insane tub I have ever seen. It is placed before a floor length window and the candles that flicker around me cast the room in a sultry light.
When I heard the door lock behind Domenico, it made me feel strangely safe. Fucked up perhaps, but I can’t help my emotions. I wasted no time in exploring and as soon as I saw the huge bathroom, it was where I wanted to be most. I quickly began running a bath with hot sweet-smelling water, courtesy of the oils and foam I added. Then I lit every candle I could and sank into pure bliss, gazing out at the starry night wondering how the fuck mine ended up with me here.
I should be home right now, tucked up in the narrow bed in my condo not far from the gallery. I wonder if Desdemona will call me tomorrow, wanting all the details of my night of shame.
My heart hardens toward her because she fed me to the wolves willingly. She intended for the senator to fuck me in exchange for his patronage, and it makes me sick how close I came to that happening. In fact, it’s been on the cards the entire night and I’m astonished to have got away with it.
When Domenico Ortega dragged me to his dungeon, I really thought my life would end in there.
Somehow, I survived and yet being chained to Domenico’s bed brought with it a different kind of emotion because there, in that sinful room, my mind imagined a whole different story playing out. If anything, I was more curious than afraid and as I relax for the very first time tonight. I think about the man himself.
He wants me. He told me that and I have no doubt at all he meant it. I must help him to kill my sister. Can I do that? Will I do that? I’m not certain of anything anymore except how much I fear Diana and Mario. I hate them and I want them gone, but death—do I want that on my conscience?
If I help him, I will be free—or will I? For some reason, when he told me he wanted me to stay, it surrounded me in a warm glow. Why did I like hearing that? Why am I such a fucking basket case because who willingly chooses this life?
I close my eyes and he’s still there. Watching me with an intensity that has my fingers caressing my body, almost as if he has that honor. I groan as a sudden burst of longing explodes inside me as I picture his wicked mouth coaxing my orgasm from deep between my legs.
Just imagining what he can do tells me my mind is fucked already because more than I want my freedom, it seems I want him more.
By the time I slip between the cool silk sheets, I already realize tomorrow will be challenging in so many ways. As my eyes close and sleep claims me in blissful ignorance, part of me hopes that when I wake, this will have all been a dream and the other part of me is disappointed about that.
* * *
“Get up.”
My eyes flicker open at the gruff voice that tells me what happened yesterday was definitely no nightmare. It’s a living hell and as I snap open my eyes, I close them just as quickly because crouching beside the bed is the man who starred in them. Rough, angry, sexy as fuck, and glaring at me as if I’ve done something to offend him personally.
I open them again when his husky voice grips my soul and shakes it awake.
“You will eat with me. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
He pulls the sheets from the bed, and I nod, slipping my legs to the side and hating how hard my heart is thumping, reminding me I’m still in extreme danger and I should play along because this man obviously doesn’t expect anyone to disobey him.
