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I clench my hands into fists at my sides, about five seconds away from tearing the goddamn thing off her myself. “Take it off, or I will do it for you.”

“And walk back to my room completely naked?” she says with a scowl.

“I’ll carry you back to your room naked if you don’t stop with the smart mouth,” I growl as I start unbuttoning my own shirt. “Now take it the fuck off, Kat. I won’t tell you again.”

“Can you at least turn around, then?” she asks, her tone dripping with snark that I would love to fuck out of her.

“No,” I say with a shake of my head.

“You’re a goddamn asshole, Dante,” she mutters as she peels the t-shirt off over her head and holds it in front of her body.

I try not to make it obvious that I’m looking at her, but I’m only a man, not a fucking saint, and her incredible tits and pebbled nipples are kind of hard not to stare at. She’s wearing a pair of black cotton panties with a tiny white daisy print. It’s an effort not to think about the sweet distraction that lies beneath them.

I take off my shirt and hand it to her, taking the one she was just wearing and tossing it into the trashcan nearby. She shrugs it on, the white cotton gliding over her arms and then her breasts as she begins to fasten it. Her hard nipples protrude through the fabric, and all I can think about is sucking one into my mouth. She is going to be the fucking ruin of me.

“There. Happy now?” she snaps as she fastens the last button, leaving just a small glimpse of her soft skin at the base of her neck visible.

“Not entirely. Now go back to bed before you get yourself into some more trouble, kitten.”

She rolls her eyes at me and then stalks off out of the kitchen wearing my shirt and looking far too fuckable for her own good.

After Kat leaves,I take the pair of secateurs from the cupboard and slip them into my pocket before heading out onto the driveway where I find Maximo standing watch over Lenny, who is sucking on a vape like his life depends on it and pacing up and down. Upon seeing me heading toward him, Lenny pockets his vape and holds his hands out wide.

“I didn’t know she meant anything to you, Boss. If I had…” he says.

“Did you have my permission to touch her?”

“N-no,” he stammers. “But I thought she was…”

I narrow my eyes as I approach him. “She was what?”

“Fair game, you know?” he says with a shrug.

Maximo is at my side a second later. He arches an eyebrow at me. “He touched Katerina?”

“He did.”

“Ouch,” he laughs darkly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Hold his arm for me,” I say, nodding toward Lenny before I take the secateurs from my pocket.

“B-boss,” Lenny babbles as he starts to take a few steps backward. “I’m your cousin.”

“No, you’re my father’s cousin, Lenny. This man is my brother.” I nod toward Maximo. “And even he wouldn’t touch what belongs to me.”

Lenny stands frozen to the spot now, eyeing Maximo and me like a frightened deer in the path of two wolves.

“Don’t make me fucking chase you down, Lenny,” Maximo snarls.

Lenny’s eyes continue darting between the two of us as his face turns a strange shade of pale. He’s aware that if he runs, Maximo will take great joy in taking him down, and then any punishment I’m about to mete out will be doubled for Maximo’s efforts. He holds out his trembling arm and Maximo grabs it in his large hand, squeezing his forearm until he’s restricting his blood flow back through his arm and causing his fingers to turn a deep red.

I open the secateurs and press the blades against the base of his pointer finger. “Why the fuck did you think you could touch what belongs to me?”

He stares at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I-I didn’t think she was with you, Boss.”

“She is in my fucking house,stronzo,that means she belongs to me.”

He stares into my eyes, his pupils blown wide with fear and his lip trembling. I snap the shears closed, chopping off his finger, and his face contorts in twisted agony, and a strangled cry escapes his mouth.

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