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Enzo
We tried to be hospitable by inviting Gia to our kitchen table for breakfast, but she’d ignored our invitation so far. She snapped the olive branch I extended when I offered a Silvani a place at our table.
I popped a bagel out of the toaster and took a seat across from Silvio and beside my brother, Marco.
“She said the Riccis were involved?” Silvio raised a brow as he took a bite of his breakfast. “And you believe her?”
“I don’t really see why she’d lie about that. I can’t say that I’m terribly surprised, though, Pops. We took a risk by making a pact with them.” I looked at Silvio’s blank expression. As usual, he was impossible to read.
Gia’s soft footfalls traveled toward us from the hallway. She leaned against the doorway, staring at us with all the hatred she deserved to carry. We went quiet, unwilling to have family conversations in front of an outsider. Especially not her.
I cleared my throat as she walked in and looked around the dining room. Her eyes hovered on the chandelier hanging between the large skylight windows.
Gia usually looked at me with ferocity in her every waking breath, and that morning was no different. She exhaled as she grabbed a banana and sat as far from me as possible at the table. My eyebrow raised as I watched her long fingers peel the yellow flesh, exposing the innards. Her perfect lips spread to take in the tip. I bit the inside of my lip.Bitch gets me hard at my own damn table.I expected her to blush when she noticed me staring, as if she’d realized it was a poor choice of fruit, but she just parted her full lips wider and took more of it in her mouth as she locked eyes with me.
“Gia, your parents still haven’t responded to our request.” Silvio tightened his lips, holding back his anger. He hated to be made a fool of, and Gia was making us all exactly that. “I don’t think you’re worth as much as you thought you were.”
“Give it some time. They’re probably pulling together the funds. It’s not like we had that kind of money lying around the house.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see,” Silvio said as he wiped his mouth and put the napkin on the table with a slam of his fist. “You know, Miss Silvani, we can give you more freedom here, but you have to earn it.”
I knew what Silvio meant. He would happily take her to bed to give herallthe freedom she wanted. He’d make her his whore. He’d ruin her, but she’d destroy him in return. The thought of him fucking her made my lips curl. If anyone was going to fuck her, it would be me.
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Gia
The sun warmedmy back as we walked along one of the paved paths around the mansion. Enzo looked at me sideways every so often, the sun reflecting in his eyes.
“I’m glad I wasallowedto go for a walk,” I said with an annoyed snap of the word.
“It’s not only to keep you from leaving, Gia. It’s not safe out here alone. You know as well as I do that silence is only trouble that hasn’t happened yet.” He flashed his eyes at me once more. “You’d be an easy target out here.”
Enzo’s muscles flexed as he put his hand on top of his gun. My wandering eyes followed his movements, lingering on the tattoos blanketing his arm. Black ink covered the curves of his muscles—a mobster in a fedora with smoke rising from his cigarette and surrounding him; a half-naked woman straddling an intricate, tilted cross. The woman must have been a recent addition. The last time I’d seen that tattoo, it only depicted the cross with beads that dangled in the shape of a noose. I recognized the firearms with smoking barrels dotting other areas of his arms—an M16 and a revolver, among others. A hint of more ink on his back peeked from beneath his ribbed sleeveless shirt.Oh god, stop looking at him.I tried to remind myself who this man was and what family he was from.
I turned my gaze away when he noticed me staring. A grin crawled across his face, and his eyebrow raised.
Oh, fuck you.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“The indoor pool,” he said as he gestured toward a large building detached from the main house.
“I don’t really—”
“Well, you don’t really have much of a choice.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around my back and dragged me into him. I cringed at his touch.
We walked through a metal door once Enzo unlocked it, and the smell of chlorine and sweat assaulted my nose the moment we stepped foot inside. The building was empty and pin-drop quiet except for the gurgle of the pool filter. My jaw dropped as I looked around. Rock landscaping surrounded the pool and color changing lights dotted the bottom, causing a rippling effect in the water. Steam rose off the hot tub. Huge skylight windows looked down on the pool while a wall of windows overlooked the courtyard, letting sunshine into the room at every corner. The wooden ceilings gave the building a rustic vibe, and pendant lights shined above the pool.
I lifted my jaw from the floor. “It’s clear where your family spends your money. My god.”
“I thought we could take a swim?” He grinned at me. If he hadn’t been Enzo from the infamous Viglione family, it would have seemed like a genuine gesture. For the Vigliones, there was no such thing. They never did anything they wouldn’t see a return on, and I knew what Enzo wanted.
Not going to happen.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” I said as I kneeled to touch the warm water in the heated pool. The temperature was perfect, like everything else in that fucking building.
“You’re wearing a bra and underwear, aren’t you?” He pulled off his undershirt before I could reply, exposing his muscular stomach and chest. With a body like that, I couldalmostlook past what an asshole he was. His intense blue eyes remained locked on mine as he unfastened his belt. It was slow and methodical and meant to leave me weak with desire.
