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My cheeks puffed and my lips tightened as I tried to keep my composure. She was lucky I wouldn’t hurt her. Not for just being Gia, that is. Wasn’t that what attracted me to her, after all?
ChapterTen
Gia
My thoughts raced as I passed framed family pictures in the hallway on my way toward my room. I cursed at every image I passed with Enzo’s stoic posture in it, never willing to smile.Fucking bastard.I slammed the door to the bedroom and dropped the heels I’d been carrying. My legs were still shaky as the denial radiated through my body. Hatred for him coursed through my blood—except when it rushed to the area between my thighs, apparently. I made the mistake of letting myself be vulnerableone time, and that was how he handled my vulnerability? I refused to allow that to happen again.
I flopped onto the bed with a sigh as visions of the evening raced through my mind. Which made me that much angrier.Fuck you, Enzo.The ache between my legs intensified the longer I went unsatiated. The desire urged my hands to walk along the inside of my thighs, every graze of my fingertips feeling like electricity. I felt the warmth of wet excitement between my legs as I spread them. The thought of his perfect fucking mouth on—
A knock on the door startled me just as I began to play between my legs. I covered myself with my dress and sat up when the door opened. Enzo stood in the doorway, the light from the hallway illuminating his muscular frame.
“I thought I told you that you weren’t going to get off tonight,” he said.
How did he know?I put my hands up to my cheeks, flushed with frustration, trying to not look like I got caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. I looked around the room and spotted a tiny camera in the corner, nearly flush with the ceiling. A piece of black tape blocked the red indicator. I gasped, dropping my hands from my face. The flushing of my cheeks could have easily been caused by anger now. And it was.
“You’re spying on me? Are you kidding me?”
“That ol’ thing? No, I just knew what you would come in here and do. I’m not stupid, Gia.” The low, seductive way he spoke made me sick. I’d have thrown up on his fancy fucking shoes if I could have.
“You don’t own me, Enzo. Even though I’m stuck here, you don’t have the control over me you think you do.”
His eyes squinted at me as he stepped closer. He pulled out his phone and hit a button as he looked up at the camera. “Do you really want to challenge me?” He hovered over me. My lip trembled. “Lorenzo has been begging me to let him get at you, and if I see you touch yourself, I will grant him his wish. Please don’t make me do that. He wouldn’t be very nice to you.” Enzo roughly brushed his hand through my hair and lifted my chin. “I will choose when you come, if I let you come at all.” He smirked in a grin that made my panties melt and my blood pressure rise. Enzo turned to leave and just as he reached the door, he turned back toward me. “Keep your hands where I can see them, babygirl.”
The door slammed and silence washed over me again. I stared at the camera, anger rising in my gut. “Fuck you!” I yelled toward it.
I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to change. The dress hung heavy with the new secrets it held, and I let it fall to the floor. I slipped on a long t-shirt and a pair of shorts, the most unattractive outfit I could come up with. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped as I wiped the smudged makeup off my cheeks.
I look like a mess. Why did I agree to this? I’m in a den with a goddamn wolf.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I flipped my middle finger toward the camera, crawled into bed, and wrapped the covers around me. The soft sheets encased me, soothing my angry skin and calming my nerves. Before long, the restlessness overcame me and I threw myself onto my back, kicking at the heaviness of the blankets around my feet.
“I hope you can hear me, Enzo. Threatening me with rape isn’t going to get you into my pants, you fucking prick,” I said as I turned away from the camera again. “Andyou wouldn’t even do the job yourself? You’d send someone else to do the dirty work?” I pulled the blanket over my head. “Pussy!” I nearly yelled the insult as I hurled it at the camera.
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Sleep escapedme as the buzzing alarm clock broke the silence like a cloud of bees swarming around the nightstand. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I sure as shit remembered everything that happened before I did. The moment I thought about Enzo, my stomach tightened with a confusing swirl of hatred and curiosity. I groaned as I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. The fan moved at a slow pace, swirling the air.
I threw off the blanket and stood. My foot knocked into my bag, and I squatted to rummage through it. I felt around the front pocket until I held the comfort of the little black button-sized audio recorder in my hand.I thought for sure he’d have found thiswhen he searched my shit. Maybe this won’t all be for nothing after all.I kept my body strategically placed between my bag and the camera’s line of sight as I put the recorder back into my bag and crawled into bed again. I wasn’t ready to get up and face a single Viglione today. Instead, I covered my body with the down blanket to let myself be lulled to sleep by the comfort of knowing I wouldn’t be the only one recorded.He’s forgotten who he’s dealing with.Who my family is. He may have won this battle, but I’ll win the war.
ChapterEleven
Enzo
“Are you losing it?” I said to Silvio. My voice ricocheted off the barren walls in the library. This room was merely used for meetings, with empty bookshelves rising from the ground to the tall ceilings.
Silvio took an intimidating step toward me. “Don’t talk to me like that, Enzo.”
“You did a hit in broad daylight! Are you trying to get us all caught? I ain’t going down for you being fucking reckless.” I threw my hands up and pushed the wheeled chair away from me. Silvio’s hits had become more brazen, and that wasn’t how we operated. It wasn’t how we kept the feds out of our business. Silvio was trying to put a neon sign above our goddamn heads.
“This particular target would have been impossible to get in a situation that you would consider acceptable, so drop it.” Silvio raised his hand dismissively. His fat cheeks puffed out and hid the corners of his mouth.
“Two hundred thousand is enough to risk all of—” My lips pursed. “Just forget it. You’re losing it, old man.”
“You think you can run this family better than me? Is that what you think?”
Silvio grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me into him. His hot breath brushed along my chest. I knew better than to talk back further at this point, so I kept my mouth shut. Silvio had killed one of his own brothers for speaking out against the family. Being his flesh and blood meant nothing to him.
He released my shirt and drew a long exhale. “Watch yourself, Enzo.”
