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Let’s meet for lunch tomorrow. Anywhere but a place our family owns. You’ll have to pick me up. Ivan won’t let me go anywhere without an escort.
Agreed?
I take a deep breath.
I want to agree but how are you going to convince your father to let me be your escort? If you can then yes! Tomorrow. One in the afternoon. Be ready.
The bubbles appear again.
Don’t worry, Ivan knows I hate our guards. He’ll think I’m rebelling by using Italian guards instead.
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I put my phone down and look around as though coming out of a daze. I hadn’t asked her the question I wanted to, but maybe it’s better to ask that sort of thing in person. I’ll ask her at lunch.
It’s a restless night for me again. My thoughts and dreams switch between Alessandro shooting me, Ana being dragged away, or Ana riding me like a cowboy.
I can’t take it. In the early hours of the morning, I sit up in bed with a raging erection. My cock pulsates from the thought of her wrapped around me, with me buried deep inside her. A place no one else has touched. I drag myself to the shower and turn the water on hot. I picture her riding me again, taking my meat in my hands and beating it off. I groan, saying her name softly as my hand jerks faster. I think about how pure the first time someone has sex is. When I chase my release, I wish it was with her again. I drag myself back to bed, hoping for some sleep.
I’m exhausted when the sun rises, and I have a strong cup of coffee to wake up. I hang around the apartment to while away the hours until lunch. Dominic calls a few times, but I send him to voicemail. The last time he calls, I send him a message saying I’m hungover and I’ll call him later.
He seems to relent after that, and I get some peace.
When it’s time to leave, I keep checking to ensure I’m not followed by anyone on my drive to Ana. I don’t want the Mexicans using me as a reason to get to her. They’re a lot more organized than I thought.
Juanita is very cunning.
I arrive at the house, and Ivan is standing outside the front door, watching Ana standing in the courtyard. She marches over to my car and climbs in. Ivan comes around to my side, and I keep a straight face.
“Do not let her out of your sight,” he says with a threatening tone, “if she’s going to insist on an Italian guard, you better be as good as Alessandro says you are.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, nodding.
“Have a nice lunch, Ana,” Ivan says, looking at her.
She turns her head away from him, so I say, “I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.”
I pull out of their house and glance at her. “You’re still mad at him.”
“It’s none of your business,” she brushes me off. It’s a touchy subject.
We still go to Fifth Avenue, but away from the bistro. Once we’re settled and have ordered drinks, I focus my attention on her.
“Ana…”
“I have a plan. I want you to use me as bait to lure Mateo out, and then you can kill him.” She looks at me rather confidently.
I clench my fist. “Not a fucking chance. You have never, are not, and will never be bait for any plan you come up with. Not only could you get killed, but your father will kill both of us.”
She glares at me. “We’re doing this.”
“No, we’re not,” I whisper furiously, glancing around as people look at us.
“We are.”
“We are not.”
“Luigi, we are.”
