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“I’m sure. It’s the safest place for me right now,” she said firmly. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and I imagined my come smearing between her thighs as she tried to keep it from dripping lower. “Well, business,” she said with a shrug and backed away, inching toward the door.
I’d let her go clean herself up.
I sat in one of the chairs and stared at her father, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me except to look at Gia. He sat across from me.
“Why’d you bring me here, anyway?” he asked me.
“We need to talk about the hit on you. We’ve been keeping our eyes on the rising bounty, but have you considered fixing whatever the fuck got that put on you? I can’t protect you and G—”
“You don’t need to protect me, son,” Sylvester snapped.
“For her, I do.” I gestured inside.
“You’re delusional, Viglione, if you think you can be with my daughter.”
“Yet here I am, with your daughter.”
“You really think you can run your father’s business with a rival under your roof? Come on. You know better than that.”
He wasn’t wrong. It would be a challenge.
“With all due respect, Sylvester, she’s old enough to make her own decisions.”
“You need to be old enough to make the right ones,” Sylvester snapped as he stood up.
I stood and squared off with him. I hated how right he was, but I wasn’t willing to admit that yet, not until I knew for sure it couldn’t work.
“And don’t worry about the hit on me. Stay out of our business. Just because you’ve made her yours doesn't make Ro and me a part of it. You two are making a mistake, and I thought my daughter was smarter than that.”
Sylvester stormed off, tailed by one of his men. I sat down and sighed.
“He’s right, you know,” Marco said.
“Fuck off,” I snapped.
Regardless of who was right or wrong, I wasn’t willing to let Gia go until I knew either way.
ChapterTwenty-One
Gia
Isat in my room, seething, with damp hair resting against my shoulders from the shower. I was equal parts pissed and turned on by what happened on the balcony. I liked degradation, but that? That had been something so beyond that. He made me greet my father with his come dripping down my goddamn thighs, claiming me over my own flesh and blood. Any amount of noise beyond my whimpers would have alerted my father to Enzo tonguing the ever-loving fuck out of my pussy. At least when Enzo fucked me, his hand was over my mouth so I could release some muffled frustration against his skin.
Goddamn it, why had I kind of liked it? That pissed me off just as much. I loved and hated being that helpless. Who did Enzo think he was?
As if I’d summoned the demon himself, the door opened. I sat up.
Enzo stared at me as he leaned against the doorframe. “You mad?” he asked, which made me incredibly fucking mad.
“You have no idea.”
He smirked. “I have more of an idea than you think.”
My skin flushed hot. “Stop acting like you know so much about me just because you fucked me.”
His smirk dropped. He came toward me and grabbed my chin. “I don’t think I know so much about you because I’ve fucked you. I know so much about you because I have watched you from afar for so much longer than you know.”
“You...stalked me?”
