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Before he can blink, I have a kitchen knife in my hand and aimed at his throat. He isn’t afraid. He only rolls his eyes, blows on his latte, and takes a sip. “If you go near her,” I warn. “I’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He shoves me away from him. “Death threats. Typical. You wouldn’t dare kill me. We’re too attached. You’d be devastated.”
“I’d live.” Barely. Not that I’d admit that to him. We are twins so we are close in ways people don’t understand. I’d never hurt my brother but the thought of him with Rosie is betrayal. I’ve never minded when we have shared women in the past, but Rosie is forever off-limits.
“So,” he sips his coffee. “This arranged marriage thing worked out for you too, huh? Same with Carmine?”
“Luckily,” I say. “She pushes every single button, but I love it.”
He doesn’t say anything, just hums in thought.
“What?”
“Then you know the only way to keep her safe is to kill Bianchi.”
“We can’t do that. It will start a war and we aren’t ready for a war. We need to remain on…decent terms. Things need to be like they were before this stolen gem situation happened.”
“That won’t happen. Not as long as you are married to his enemy.”
“Well, if he dares to take what is mine, I’ll kill him. She isn’t the only reason why I don’t want a war, Matias. I don’t want you or any of my men getting hurt. I want no one to die because of this and if it means playing nice with this fucking asshole, then I will. For now.”
“Maybe playing it safe isn’t the way to go, Ari. Maybe we end this now.”
“No, there’s too much at stake now. This isn’t just about proving strength. It’s about strategy and being smart. I have to outsmart a man like Bianchi. So we sit tight. We will meet with him. After I get the information I need, we will move on from there.”
Matias’s eyes shift over my shoulder, and I turn around to see a sleepy-eyed Rosie standing there. She’s in my T-shirt and it hangs down to her knees. No one has ever made a shirt look so fucking good. I want nothing more than to bend her over this kitchen island and fuck her in it.
She’ll be bathed in my bruises while I grip her hips, my come dripping from her tight cunt, and my shirt will be pulled above her ass so I can watch my cock slide in and out of what is mine.
Fuck, I’m getting hard thinking about claiming her all over again.
“Good morning, Tesoro.” I stretch out my arm toward her and she comes without argument, nestling perfectly against my side. “How did you sleep?”
“Good. What’s going on? You two sound serious.”
“Just discussing logistics of how everything should go with Bianchi. Nothing new,” Matias explains, reassuring her with a smile. “Can I make you a latte, Rosie?”
“You’ll make her one but not me?” I make sure I sound hurt. “That’s just rude.”
“You’re not cute. She is.”
“Don’t call her cute,” I rumble, tightening my hold around her waist.
Rosie giggles, then takes a seat on my lap. I place my chin on top of her shoulder, sliding my hand around her stomach to pull her back against my front. Burying my nose against her neck, I inhale, and the sweetness of her perfume is a ghost against her skin from yesterday. She smells so good.
“Get a fucking room,” Matias says, setting her mug down in front of her.
“I am in a room,” I say. “And if you don’t like it, find yourself in another, brother.”
“Don’t mind if I do. I need to check in with Gianni, anyway. I’ll see you in a few hours.” He raises his mug to me, saying goodbye as he heads down the steps and to the tech room.
“You’re cute in the mornings,” she says, holding the mug in her hands. “You’re snuggly.”
“Men like me aren’t ‘snuggly,’” I say while kissing the side of her neck.
“Yes, you’re right. Not at all. You’re so cold and distant in the mornings. Really,” she says, the hint of sarcasm tinging her voice. I choose to ignore it.
I move her hair out of the way and kiss the back of her neck. I love the way she gives me access. The smooth flesh is flawless, and I think about when we met, how she’d rather have died then let me this close. I shut my eyes and choose to just feel her, roaming my hands up and down her arms, the tips of my calloused fingers caressing her. My breath tickles the back of her neck and her breath itches, which makes her stop before taking a sip of her coffee.
