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“You’re the last person I expected to see,” Jameson said to Enzo before his gaze met mine.
“And you’re the last one I want to see,” Enzo snapped. He pushed his way inside.
“What do you want?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you guys dealt with the Bianchis?” Enzo’s chest puffed out as his posture stiffened.
Jameson’s cheeks flushed. “It’s our business.”
“You know what that could mean for me, right?” Enzo asked.
“Yeah.” Jameson shrugged.
“Gia here wants to give you a reason to be quiet about it,” Enzo said in an even tone as he went to the fridge and grabbed two small bottles of vodka. He chugged them.
Jameson’s eyes jumped to mine, his head cocking in curiosity. “Which means?”
I bit my lip, trying to explain to him what I was offering without speaking. I didn't think I could say the words I needed to say without them getting stuck in my throat. A smile crept over Jameson’s face. I expected more hesitation out of him as he stepped into me and kissed me. He had no suspicion in his kiss as his hands roved downward, grabbing my ass.
“If you’ll keep your mouth shut about Bianchi, you can fuck me,” I said. The words were woven tight with anger, but he didn't care. All he could think about was being inside my pussy. “Do we have a deal? I need you to tell me,” I said as I leaned away from his prying tongue.
“I’d tell you anything you wanna hear if it means I can fuck you.” Jameson was a mess, so deep in his frustration and excitement he didn’t even seem present.
I put my hand up to his chest and pushed him away. His posture stiffened and he resisted my attempts to stop him. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I won’t tell a soul, Silvani,” he growled as he closed the distance between us once more. His lips trailed down my neck.
I shot a side glance at Enzo, half hoping he’d stop whatever was about to happen. He just leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. How was he okay with it? Why wasn’t I? I'd bartered with my body more times than I could count. I loved to be fucked like I was only something to be used because that's all I'd ever been. My body had always gotten me things I wanted and gotten me out of things I didn't. Why did I suddenly feel like my body didn't belong to me any longer? Wasn't mine to give away?
When Enzo turned his gaze from mine, releasing me from his possession, my cheeks flushed with anger.
“In front of him?” Jameson pulled away to ask me.
“I’m not his anymore,” I said.
A sadistic grin crossed Jameson’s face. “Goddamn, Gia, I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled as he spun me around and pulled me into him. His hard cock pressed against my ass, and his hungry hands rubbed down my sides as he bent me over the couch. I looked at Enzo, his cheeks pulsing with anger, but he wouldn't face me.
I moaned, trying to incite some reaction from him, some way to force his gaze on mine. Jameson tugged down my pants, fisted my hair, and forced me to look forward. I stared at a yacht in a framed picture in front of me. His buckle came undone. His zipper and a nauseating wave of guilt followed. Jameson’s touch ignited the nerves in my skin until they became unbearably warm. It was as if his fingers were hot enough to brand me. Just as I was about to stop it from happening, there was a sound of a silenced gunshot. My heart leaped into my throat, and I thought I was going to throw it up. The air thickened with the metallic scent of murder.
Jameson fell to the ground behind me, not even a breath of sound leaving his mouth. Blood splattered against the wall, and I tugged up my pants and looked at Enzo. He had Jameson’s pistol. A silencer was threaded on the barrel. His eyes were an aggressive shade of blue.
“What the fuck, Enzo!” I screamed. That wasnotpart of the plan. That wasreallyfucking dumb, actually.
“I couldn’t let him fuck you, and it was too late to do nothing,” he said with ice on his tongue. He threw Jameson’s phone at me. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
I looked down at a bloody and very dead Jameson. Dark crimson saturated his golden hair and spread in a thick puddle around his head. My stomach twisted less at his dead body than it had at the idea of fucking his live one, though. I looked down at the phone Enzo threw at me and saw the picture he had pulled up. It was him standing up and the girl on her ass, anger on her face. Her bodyguard had a gun drawn on Enzo.
My heart broke. He’d been telling the truth all along.
Fuck.
I almost let Jameson have sex with me. What the hell was I doing? Did I not have an ounce of self-worth in my goddamn body?
Jameson's phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down at the text.
One mill for the pussycat.
I drew a quick breath.Oh god, no. Please, no.Everyone called my father pussycat, like the damn cartoon.
