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The alarm clock blared beside my head, waking me at the worst possible moment—just as I was about to unload inside her pussy.That fucking girl.I rubbed the painfully hard erection in my shorts and dropped my head back with a sigh. Seeing between her legs had stirred up a lot of memories. I still remembered how she felt and how I made her feel back then, during the moment she forgot we were enemies.
To be clear, Gia was nevermyenemy. Our parents’ enemies became ours, just as their parents’ enemies became theirs. It went on and on until we couldn’t remember why we hated each other in the first place. I washerenemy, though, and I knew why she hated me. She would always despise me for killing her brother that night at the docks. I rearranged their family.
Her brother and I were in a standoff, and only one of us could walk out of there. I chose me. That exact moment happened to her a year later, between my uncle and her. She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out if murder was really necessary. His trigger finger moved just a hair, but enough to make her react. The deafening gunshot echoed through the deserted subway station. She had no remorse as she holstered the smoking gun and walked away.
I was supposed to choose my family over her, but I didn’t. When facing Silvio, I told him I didn’t see who’d done it. Why? Beats me.
I slipped out of bed and began to get dressed. My soft dress pants rubbed against my skin as I pulled them on. I slid hangers across the bar as I tried to pick out a crisp dress shirt, landing on one in a shade of deep purple, one of my favorites. I draped my jacket over my shoulder and left my room. When I stepped foot into the main house, I walked into Silvio.
“Enzo,” he said, his breath heavy, as if he’d jogged from his side of the damn house.
“Last I checked,” I quipped.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his chest. “The Silvanis didn’t pay. Complete silence. Not even a fucking no.”
I scoffed. “Why do I think we got stuck with the fucking broad?”
“If they don’t pay up, I’ll take my payment in her pussy and then some.”
Silvio’s words rubbed me all the wrong ways. Fuck if I knew why, but I wanted him to forget the idea of sleeping with Gia. No one else was getting into her.
* * *
Gia
The ceiling fancircled above my head, and I stared at it in a near trance. The door slammed and brought my attention back to the four tan walls surrounding me. I sat up and gasped at the sight of Silvio in my room. This vile man was the last person I wanted to see.
As he walked over and sat beside me, the buttons of his jacket strained against his gut, and each forceful exhale made him sound as if he were congested. His large, tan hand reached for my thigh, his fingers making imprints on my skin as he grasped me roughly. I tried to scoot away from him, but he grabbed my waist and held me in place.
“Your parents still haven’t paid,” he said as his hand left my thigh to brush my hair away from my face. He groaned as his fingers laced around the back of my neck. I stared straight ahead, my lower lip trembling as his hand traced my thigh again. They wouldn’t pay, meaning I’d trapped myself within a den of starving lions.
The bedroom door opened again, and my stomach dropped. I knew their M.O. when it came to sexual assault. It became a family affair. I'd heard of the things they’d done, and I wanted nothing to do with it.
“What are you doing?” Enzo’s voice broke the silent tension between me and his father.
I kept calm and refused to show fear to either of them. They couldn’t break me, not if I didn’t allow it.
“I’m just having a little fun with her.” Silvio raised his hands defensively.
Enzo crossed the room, and Silvio stood to square off with him. Even though he was shorter than Enzo, his stature wasn’t where his power came from. Enzo’s eyes narrowed as he stared down his father. It was clear he didn’t want to argue with Silvio in front of me, and their expressions allowed them to communicate without words.
“You’re making a mistake by coming at me like this, son. This ain’t over,” he said as he left the room.
Enzo stared at him as he left, his face twisted as if he knew he’d be punished for it later.
A part of me expected Enzo to comfort me or apologize, but he didn’t and he wouldn’t. He lifted his jacket from his shoulder and placed it on the table beside the bed.
He sat and stared at me. “If you didn’t wear such skimpy clothes—”
“They are fucking shorts, Enzo. Are you kidding me?” I snapped.
“Eh, he wouldn’t have done anything anyway. You’re a Silvani,” he said with an annoyed snap as he waved his hand at me.
“You know, I’m getting real sick and tired of you talking shit about my family. You aren’t any different from us, and in many ways, you’re worse. If you want my honest opinion, you disgust me,” I told him firmly, making my feelings very clear.
“That may be, but ya still wanna fuck me. So what does that say about you?” He furrowed his brow at me, and his lips pouted slightly.
Goddamn it, that look.
