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Bending down to rummage in a cupboard for some chocolate, I didn’t notice anyone enter the room but as soon as that intimidating, sly voice startled me, I jumped up from my position and gasped.
“Quello è un bel culo con cui mi stai prendendo in giro (That is one fine ass you are teasing me with.)”
My blue eyes widened, and my skin itched with disgust as I saw Toni leaning against the kitchen door. His hazel eyes roamed my body as he slowly licked his lips before biting his lower lip aggressively and letting out an appreciative growl. He was wearing more casual clothes than I had seen him in before, ditching the tailored suit for a white shirt and blue jeans. The shirt clung to his body, showing that he was indeed still a man built like an ox despite his age.
I gulped down my instant fear and lowered my gaze to the kitchen island, busying myself with preparing the lunches. I was going to ignore his sleazy comment. It didn’t deserve a response.
“Sto parlando con te troia. (I am speaking to you slut.)” He hissed when I didn’t acknowledge his presence. I slowly lowered the butter knife to the table but kept it firmly gripped in my hand as I glanced up at him.
“Is there a reason you are here Toni?” I asked politely, trying to keep the nerves at being alone with this man out of my voice.
“Where is Giovanni? I need to discuss details about Boss’ wedding tomorrow.”
Shit. We hadn’t counted on Toni or Sal coming by the house today. Thinking quickly on my feet, I used my knowledge of Giovanni’s businesses to pull the wool over his eyes.
“He is out. In town, taking care of some business at the restaurant.”
Toni huffed in irritation and folded his muscular arms across his chest. “Maximus then?”
Panic started to rise in me as I realised, I couldn’t avoid letting him know that I was here alone.
“He just popped out but will be back any minute I am sure,” I lied, hoping that will be enough to keep him from trying anything. I knew from the moment I met this man, he wanted me. He had made it extremely obvious in every interaction we had ever had.
“Well, I suppose I will just have to wait then,” he turned and shut the kitchen door behind him before he waltzed over to a kitchen bar stool and sat down keeping his leering gaze on me the entire time. My heart started pounding in my chest as I kept my eyes cast down and spread the butter of the bread. I did not think he would come and wait in here with me.
“Why don’t I go and call Mattio? He could make you comfortable in the living room with a brandy while you wait?” I said sweetly.
“No. I am good here. I prefer this view,” he smirked as he picked up a strawberry and bit into it roughly.
I remained silent as I tried to speed up my sandwich making so I could get away from this leech as fast as possible. Grabbing the butter and ham off the counter, I turned to place them back in the fridge and as soon as I shut the door Toni was standing behind it, making me jump. A sadistic grin spread across his chest as my hand rested on my speeding heart drawing his perverted gaze down to my breasts in my blue sundress.
“Such a shame about your papi. He was a useless bag of shit at the best of times but still to be shot in front of his own children like that was brutal. Not that you cared,” he hissed as he took a step towards me, forcing me to step back.
“W-what do you mean? Of course, I cared,” I stuttered as I glanced down at the bread knife I had left on the counter and was now inching further away from. I didn’t care in the slightest that my father was dead. I hoped he rotted in hell.
A low chuckle left his chest as he kept taking menacing steps towards me, forcing me back into a corner in the kitchen. “You don’t fool me, Camilla. You are just some little whore who spreads her legs for men to make them love you, aren’t you? Your papi told me what you were good for.”
My breathing was becoming erratic, and my ears were pulsing with my heartbeat as panic took over.
“First you fucked Giovanni and then Maximus. I am feeling left out,” he pouted, evil lurking behind his eyes.
“I have never slept with Giovanni. I am marrying Maximus because we are in love. He will be back any minute,” I choked out as my lower back hit the kitchen counter by the sink.
“Oh, you delusional slut, how could he love you? He loves to fuck you, I am sure. You are a very tempting woman,” he sneered, pressing his huge frame up against my front, caging me in. I could smell cigars and brandy on his breath, and it made me want to gag.
Using all my force, I tried to push him back while finding my voice. “Max will be back any minute and he will kill you if you even lay a finger on me.”
He laughed loudly as he grabbed my jaw in his large hand firmly, forcing me to stare up at his face. “You think I fear Maximus? I am two ranks higher than him in this family and you no longer have the protection of being Giovanni’s fiancé or Francesco’s daughter. You sealed your own fate, and I am finally going to enjoy seeing for myself what a little whore you really are.”
He slammed his hard, dry lips onto mine using his hand to pull me into him and his greying moustache scratched my skin. My eyes bulged wide as I tried to fight him off, but it was like punching a steel door. I battered his chest with the bottoms of my fists as he groped my ass, pulling my dress up to my waist. My body was in full fight mode as I knew I possibly had seconds to try and get away from this man or at least scream for help from one of the soldiers, but would they even help me? This was their consigliere. They were loyal to him and would more than likely look the other way. I could only help myself. Grabbing his throat with one hand I tugged him away from his lips to give me just enough room to quickly jab him in his Adam’s apple, followed by a swift stamp on his foot. His grip on my body loosened and I darted away from him making a run for the door.
A burning sensation from my scalp and aggressive yank backwards, caused my body to smash straight back into his as he grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me back. My eyes watered from the pain of his fist tugging at my hair.
“You fucking bitch. I am going to show you just who you are dealing with,” he growled in my ear as he released my hair only to backhand me so hard across the face that I fell to the floor. Before I had a moment to regain my senses from such a powerful blow, he had a fistful of hair again, yanking me up to my feet and slamming me over the kitchen island. I screamed loudly as my head pounded, cheek stung, and he grabbed my arms behind my back forcing my chest to the cold surface. Tears were streaming down my face as his huge frame leaned over my body and he hissed in my ear, “Mine now.”
I could see the bread knife on the counter just inches away from me but with my hands tightly restricted behind my back I had no way of reaching for it. A sob escaped my mouth when I felt him pull my knickers to the side and insert his fingers roughly, causing me to cry out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong, beautiful? Do I not make you wet like Maximus?” He chuckled as the pain from him forcefully pushing another finger in made me whimper. My mind went numb, and I closed my eyes when I heard him unbuckling his belt. Once again, I was reminded of what I was put on this Earth for. To be used for men’s pleasure. How could I believe I would ever escape it?
