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“What the hell happened to you,” I asked her matter-of-factly.
“I don’t have any idea what you mean,” she told me, the earlier defiance turning into the same type of arrogance my father was known to display, however it didn’t bother me as much with her. Where I wanted to knock Stefano down a few pegs, it only made me want to bend her over and fuck the over-confidence right out of her.
“I’m not one to play games, Viviana.” And, that was well known to most, but obviously not all since she had wanted to toy with me.
She shrugged as if that warning didn’t matter to her. “Call it my glow up.”
I let out a growl. “I wasn’t talking about your looks, although they have certainly improved since school.”
She smiled again, this time all of her amusement on full display. I wanted to push her to her knees; and unlike earlier with Ruth, I knew I would come down her throat while making her swallow every fucking drop. Viviana knew exactly what I was referencing, and I knew even with her silence that she was here with my father because of her friend.
“You’re going to leave my father tonight, and you’re never going to look back.”
Her small hands went to her slender hips and she pursed those full lips of hers together. They were painted the same candy apple red shade as her skirt, and I inwardly groaned. My father could never satisfy her the way I could. I...
“I’ll do no such thing,” she retorted, interrupting my thoughts.
I stepped closer, causing her to take another step back. The space was already limited so after a few steps back, she was now pressed between me and the hard stone behind her. “It wasn’t a suggestion, but a direct order.”
She reached out to touch me, not that it was hard seeing as I was close enough to feel the rapid beating of her heart through our clothing. Her hand moved up my chest and I didn’t miss the way she nicked my nipple with one of her manicured nails. “I don’t take orders from anyone, least of all – you.”
She practically spat out the last word and I leaned in close to press my forehead to hers. “You’re going to do what I tell you to do, or else—”
“Or else you’ll kill me like your father did my best friend.” She had thrown it out there and everything I had suspected was now confirmed. There was venom laced within the smoky sensuousness of her voice, especially when she mentioned him.
“You need to let that go,” I warned, more for her protection than anything else. She couldn’t go around throwing things like that out there or else someone would connect the pieces, and she would experience a death far worse than Donnatella had.
“I’ll never let that go,” she told me while pushing forcefully at my chest.
“You must,” I repeated.
“Fuck you,” she said, her voice now completely filled with pain that the man who’d sired me had caused her. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You just make sure that you keep your big mouth—”
Knowing where she was headed with it, I grabbed her by the throat and fused my mouth to hers. I had never wanted to kiss her in all the time that I had known her in the past, but as soon as our lips touched, I never wanted to stop. I quickly neutralized her, my tongue tangling with hers in some forbidden dance. She was my father’s mistress, and a witness that should’ve been snuffed out a decade earlier, yet I couldn’t stop kissing her as she held my very life in her hands when it should’ve been the other way around.
She struggled against me, as I suspected she would, until she didn’t. The lack of resistance elicited the same response that being doused with a bucket of ice water would, and I slowly released her from my grasp. When I stepped back, I had miscalculated her mood because she slapped me so quickly and with such force that the entire side of my face stung.
“I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for. Get in my way, Nazario, and it’ll be your last fatal mistake. I am not about taking prisoners. I am collecting body bags.”
I shook my head to not only stop the ringing inside of it from her blow, but the words she spoke. Even back in school, she’d been the soft-spoken type. The night in New York City, she’d been scared but resembled the girl I had once known. The vixen in front of me was like something out of my wet dreams. She was arrogant, definitely not a damsel in distress, and someone I would enjoy fucking into submission over and over again. I couldn’t do any of those things, however, because she was going to get her ass killed if she didn’t drop this vendetta and leave this town immediately.
“You’re not the only one that wants him dead,” I stated, causing her to look up at me and deadpan.
“Yes, but unlike others, I don’t lack the balls to get the job done.”
I scrubbed my hands down my face. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Then leave the heavy lifting to those capable of doing it, darling.”
Viviana then turned and moved back to the door. She began slapping around at the bricks until she found the right one. Flattening myself against the stone, I waited for her to leave and the door to close again before I pushed off the rock. I shook my head at her arrogance. I had no idea how she planned to destroy him, but I needed to make sure that I wouldn’t go down as collateral damage with him. Our enemies would be licking their chops, and wondering if she wasn’t working with, or for, one of them. I left the secret space myself. I’d take care of Leonardo, and Viviana, and without either one knowing about it.
VIVIANA
I couldn’t escape fast enough from that bunker, but I dashed down the hallway away from it and it was no easy feat since I was wearing seven inch heels. I managed to make it back to the bar and just in time to join Stefano. He looked at what had to be my flustered appearance and his brow raised in question. I smiled in reassurance and leaned in to kiss him.
Unlike my kiss with Nazario, there were no sparks when I did this with his father. The very first time I had allowed him to touch me had almost made me call this entire thing off. I didn’t, however, because I couldn’t erase the image of Donna’s lifeless body on those cold, dank streets. I would then remember her as she was, and while tears used to come to my eyes, now only anger filled them. That was an emotion I had to work to keep hidden because I couldn’t allow anyone to ever suspect that my feelings for the Don Vaccaro were anything other than sincere.
I had worked behind the scenes studying the type of women he enjoyed, and sometimes even making myself sick in the process, but once I had that information, I would work on finding ways to get close to him. I studied him more than any of the books I did at school or the university. I’d even eventually had to choose between vengeance and a career, dropping the latter as I was then able to put all of my time and energy into seducing my way into a life that I would one day violently end.
