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“Jesus,” my father says, blowing out a stressed breath.
I crack my knuckles. “I’ll have to rectify that.”
She smirks. “Rectify his hotness?”
“That, or you having a bodyguard not provided by your husband.”
“You’re not my husband,” she corrects.
“Not yet.”
“Alfonso has been in our family for years,” Severino says. “He keeps Neomi safe.”
My little nuisance has just earned herself a wedding present—a new bodyguard. I don’t know who Alfonso is, don’t know what he looks like, nor do I give a fuck—but I don’t trust anyone who’s not family.
“Why the fuck are we discussing bodyguards?” my father shouts. “Discuss how to get this body off my carpet before it further stains it.”
When Neomi turns to storm out of the room, I snatch her wrist, stopping her. She grunts when I push her into the same corner where Gretchen was. Severino starts muttering bullshit, but I tune him out.
I crowd her against the wall and ignore the transfer of blood from her dress onto my tux. “Because of you, an innocent man died tonight.”
I don’t care about Alden. He deserved to have his brains blown out.
She arches her lips. “I didn’t expect you to murder him like a psychopath.”
“What’d you think would happen?”
“I don’t know …” She bites into her plump cherry-red lip. “You’d rough him up some.” Her body loosens when she sighs. “There are rumors he date-raped a woman and that his father paid his way out of a felony. It’s not like I chose a saint to fake suck off.”
She’s right about him being a predator. It’s why I banned him from my club. I don’t condone sexual harassment under any circumstances. He was lucky I only kicked him out and didn’t cut off his slimy fingers after he shoved his hand up a woman’s skirt on the dance floor.
“There’s seriously something depraved about you,” I snarl before slamming my hand onto the wall next to her head.
She doesn’t flinch. She only smirks, blows me a kiss, and says, “I guess we’re twinsies.”
Severino curses while heading in our direction. I draw back, not in the mood to argue with her father. But we still have a good minute. The man hasn’t seen a gym in years. He carries not only the weight of the Cavallaro crime family but also a stomach of pasta, carbs, and Italian wines.
“Welcome to our engagement, honey,” Neomi says in a sarcastic tone. “It’s starting so well. I prefer a man with a bigger dick, though.”
Heat rushes straight to my groin. I refrain from gripping Neomi’s hair, shoving her onto her knees, and telling her to watch her mouth before I fuck it in front of every man here—relative or not.
“Oh, Neomi. You have no idea the destruction my cock is capable of.” I run a heavy finger down her body, and she shivers. “But you will find out soon enough.”
“Benny,” my father says, and I create distance between Neomi and me only seconds before Severino reaches us.
“Neomi, home, now,” Severino grunts.
She sighs, and since I don’t move my arm, she has to duck underneath it to escape me. I don’t walk her out. The guards at the door will do it for me. If we spend any more time together tonight, it’ll only end in more problems.
No one says a word as she leaves. I keep my eyes on her, watching her hips swing from side to side, and can’t stop myself from licking my lips. I might think she’s unhinged, but she’s beautiful.
“What’s the plan?” Severino asks as soon as Neomi slams the door behind her. “I don’t want any blowback on this.”
“If it blows back on my son, it’ll be a problem for both of us.” My father shoves his hands into his pockets. “I suggest you keep your mouth shut with Barclay.”
We’re interrupted by a knock, and everyone looks at the door when it opens. Neomi’s brother, Tommaso, steps inside the billiards room, adjusting the fly on his pants.
“Jesus,” he says, surveying the room and seeing Alden’s body. “What happened here?”
