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Chapter 32
I need a break, some distance from Chiara, because her claws dig deeper and deeper into me. I have to up my game if I want her to sign the papers. Still, when I catch how I hurt her, I would rather eat a damn bullet. Even if she will end up hating me, I’ll still continue with the plan. The harder she pushes, the harder I have to push back.
At the compound, I lock myself in my office, snatching a bottle of whiskey from the bar and drop in my chair when one of my men calls. “We lost her.”
I stand up, cracking my neck.
“Did you actually call to tell me you lost my fucking woman? Are you tired of living?”
“She’s driving the other Ferrari, boss.”
I curse under my breath and hang up. I open my tracking app. This woman, this woman.Where are you going, cara?
I get in my Ferrari, planning to pursue her as well. It’s what I have done since the moment I laid eyes on her. My lips spread into a smile. She wants to change the game, but I won’t allow it, even though she wreaks havoc on my mind and heart like it’s her playground. The rush of anticipation provides me a high I wonder if I can live without when she’s no longer here.
Why I didn’t put a chip in her, is beyond me. If Kieran did it to Aurora, what held me back? I grip the steering wheel, tracking the other Ferrari. I couldn’t decide so I bought the same model in two different colors. I park behind her and find the car empty. Looking around, at a corner, I see a small Italian restaurant, and I stride toward it. Her face is in a menu, but I would recognize her profile anywhere.
I get in the chair across from her, and she raises her eyes from the menu. I catch the smile she tries to hide. Of course she knows I would chase after her.
“Do you want me to chip you?”
“If that would prove you can trust me, I am all for it.”
She turns my words against me. I have no idea what I am going to do with her.
“What are you doing?”
“I was hungry.”
Our eyes lock in a battle, and there are so many emotions clashing between us.
“And you couldn’t have ordered in? I had stuff to do.” I crack my neck, relieved nothing happened to her.
“And I wanted to eat out,” she counters, and when the waiter appears, she orders.
“For you, sir?”
“A pizza prosciutto.”
When he leaves with our order, she stares me down. “I thought you had stuff to do.” She uses air quotes, and I shake my head at her.
“Where were you?”
It shouldn’t matter anymore, but her line of questioning and the slight anger rising in her inflates my ego.
“Curious?”
“Where?”
“At the compound.”
“Why didn’t you stay at the penthouse?”
“Because I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t know I had the power to chase you out of our home.”
Now, it’s ours?
