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The silence remained between us as we pulled into the underground garage, and a heavier silence engulfed us as I turned off the car. Water dripped from a pipe that created a rust-colored path away from the wall. I walked to her side and pulled open the door. “Come on, Gia. Stop being so damn ungrateful.” She knew what I had risked by bringing her back to my home.
She leaned back with a huff, increasing her antics and testing my patience. I got sick of playing around. Sick of the cold, damp air in the goddamn garage. I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car. Her lips were tight as I righted her and pushed her toward the door.
We walked inside and took a right down the familiar long hallway with the big mahogany door at the end. The moment she realized where she was going, she stormed off herself, leaving me behind as she slammed the big wooden door.
I rubbed my knuckle along the wall, trying to figure out what to tell my brothers. How could I explain why Gia was here and why I’d brought her to the home of those who considered her the biggest target of all?
I had taped the damn bullseye to her back and sent her down range.
ChapterEleven
Gia
The bed was how we left it the night Lorenzo tried to rape me. The blanket was still strewn. It still smelled like that vile man for a moment, and I couldn’t tell if I had merely imagined it. I didn’t want to be here again. Not like this.
It felt too similar.
It felt all wrong.
I shouldn’t have felt like a damn prisoner. Not again.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and went to lift it off. My eyes caught the black camera in the corner of the room, having forgotten about its presence. I tugged my shirt back down. My eyes narrowed, though, as I kept them locked on the little round piece of plastic.
I was fucking pissed. Angry about being back in that room. In his home. With him. I was going to do just fine without him. Eventually. How dare he come into Rio’s apartment like a brute and threaten him. He did nothing wrong.
I looked back up at the camera. I knew what would make him feel some of the anger I was feeling. A bit petty, but...
I took off my shirt, then my bra, and I bit my lip as I looked up at the camera. I slipped out of sight and locked the door. I grabbed the wicker chair tucked beneath the desk in the corner of the room and planted it in the middle of the floor in the direct line of the camera. I sat down, lifting my skirt as I did. After playing on my phone for a moment, I spread my tan thighs, exposing deep-red panties. I drew my legs back together and spread them every so often. When I heard no footsteps, no reaction, I went further. I pulled my panties to the side, exposing everything I knew he wanted. My hand ran between the valley of my breasts, cupping them before I let it wander lower.
Lower.
Until I dipped my fingers into the warm excitement between my thighs. I ran my finger through the slick wetness, up and down, slow and sensual, as I kept my eyes trained on my phone screen. I looked at the camera as I slipped my fingers inside me. When there were still no sounds and no footsteps, I dragged my hand upward and put my mouth around my fingers.
There was a hard knock on the door. With a sadistic smile, I turned toward the sound. I walked to the door and leaned my back against it. Enzo knocked so hard that it made the entire thing tremble behind me.
“Gia, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I said through a moan as I rubbed between my legs again.
“So help me god, Giovanna, if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, the moment they find the damn key to this door, you will be sore and sorry for this stunt.”
The pleasure warmed my belly as it rose, flushing my cheeks red. I moaned, which just hastened his attempts to get in.
“Get your hand off what’s mine,” he snarled.
“Yours?” I laughed.
“Even ifyouaren’t mine, that pussy is fucking mine.”
The door burst open, knocking me forward. Enzo’s eyes were dark and fierce as he stepped into me. His hands whipped down my skirt, and his eyes dropped to my breasts, his lips tightening. He walked toward the center of the room and threw my shirt to me. “Put that shit on and get your ass over here.”
I cocked my head at him. A tinge of excitement ripped through me. He was hard to read, and I was torn between wanting him to take me in his anger and leaving while I had the chance. I didn’t expect him to play into my game.
I stepped toward him, expecting his expression to change into something I recognized. Instead, his face never lost its tension as he undid his belt and ripped it from the loops of his pants. I didn’t move. I was too shocked by his anger to take another step.
He walked over, fisted my hair, and dragged me to the chair I’d used to tease him. He pushed me over, forcing me to grab the wicker arms as I leaned over it.
“Enzo...”
