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Iwoke up covered in sweat as I remembered what happened last night. The sun’s rays split through the glass and painted an array of colors across the tan carpet. I put a hand to my head, fighting back a migraine as big as Enzo’s ego. When I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I noticed a box on the table just inside the door.The fuck?
The carpet cushioned my feet as I crawled out of bed and headed toward the door. The light-blue box felt like leather in my hands as I brought it toward the bed. I lifted the top and it gave way with a squeak. My fingers grazed the silk of a deep red dress, the color of blood.Of course.I lifted the dress out of the box and held it up. It was beautiful, but I didn't want anything from him. The dress found its home back in its box, and I tossed it into the corner of the room, where it belonged.
The door creaked open, and Enzo walked into the bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest at the sight of his discarded gift. “I take it you didn't like the dress?”
“It's fine, but I don't want anything from you. And I told you that.” I sat on the bed and drew my legs toward my chest.
“You need something to wear that isn't jeans and pajamas if you're going to be around my family,” he said as he lifted the box. He rifled through the contents and put it beside me on the bed.
“I don't plan on being here long enough to socialize with you people.”
“Well, we requested the ransom yesterday, Giovanna, and it's been crickets so far. I hope you didn't get yourself in a position you can't flirt your way out of.”
“If they don't pay, I can just go back home. No harm, no foul.”
He tightened his lips. “You don't understand. There’s both harm and foul. Silvio won’t let you go back until they pay. We’re invested in this now, and we aren't going to cause a rift between our families for nothing.”
“So you're saying I was actually abducted?” I groaned as I dropped my face into my hands.
“Yes, but remember, this was your idea, not ours.” He sat on the bed. “I want you to put the dress on.”
I laughed humorlessly. “Fat chance.”
“Do it, Giovanna.” He tightened his lips and rubbed his hands along the front of his pants, smoothing the fabric. “I won't ask you again.”
“Or what? What’re you gonna do?”
He took a single deep breath. “Gia, I can make your time here easier, but you’re making it very difficult for me to do so.”
I offered him a blank stare. He was right. If his father took over as my guard, he would make my life hell until I wished for death. Enzo was thekindestof the three brothers, but that didn't say much for any of them. It was like ranking serial killers; they were all bad, just some worse than others.
Enzo was the oldest, and all three brothers had brooding good looks, but Enzo’s eyes shone for their unique shade of blue that none of his brothers shared. Marco was the second oldest, a tall man who was known for lacking even a shred of sympathy in his entire body. He once shot a child because it was crying next to its dead mother. The youngest was Sammy, and he was a cookie cutter kid. He looked like a more handsome Silvio because he hadn’t let himself grow into his father’s wide stature.
I groaned, grabbed the box, and walked into the bathroom. My reflection stared back at me as I slipped off my shirt and let my pants fall to the floor. I held up the dress, rubbing my fingers along the soft material. It felt expensive. It probably was. When I pulled it on, it hugged my curves and shielded my cleavage a bit beneath the fine lace tracing the neckline. The dress was absolutely beautiful, I’d give him that, but it still wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want any of that.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom again. Even though I didn’t care whether Enzo found me attractive or hideous—I didn’t want him to find me anything at all—I felt bashful and kept my gaze on the ground.
“Wow,” Enzo said as he drew my attention to him with a low groan. A smile crept across his face, and he didn’t bother to hide the way his cock tented the front of his slacks.
“Don’t try to be nice to me now,” I said as I flashed him my bruised wrists.
He stood and came toward me, his full lips so close that I could almost taste his aftershave. Enzo wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into him, letting his lips find me. I pulled away and looked up at him, his frame towering over me. Locks of his tousled black hair fell forward into his face. His eyes reached into mine and made me feel momentarily weak.
“Give me that mouth, Gia. I don’t want to have to take it.”
“Hard no,” I whispered as I looked away from his crystal eyes. “You don’t lay with dogs, remember?” I took another step away from him.
My body had responded to him and his words even though my mind was still very much disgusted by him. The way his lips pouted a bit as he looked at me, whether from hatred or attraction. Being able to see every inch of him through his black pants, every curve of his cock. He saw my weakening resolve. He was like a prowling animal, and I was injured prey trying to hide what ailed me.
I knew what the problem was. I’d starved my body of affection for so long that it ached for the wrong person—someone who was a part of the worst fucking family.
“Fine.” He adjusted himself through his pants and flashed a tempting smile. “I thought we could have some fun, that's all.”
Silence hovered in the air between us until he grew bored with waiting for me to change my mind. I had no intention of changing a damn thing.
If my pussy was on fire and he was the only one with water, I’d tell him to let me burn.
ChapterSeven
