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I squealed as I clutched onto him, riding out every last jerk of his hips.
I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with him.
Did I have Stockholm syndrome or something?
Whatever it was, I felt a sense of guilt well in my gut as soon as my climax was over and I fell next to him, breathless.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
29
LUCA
I heldthe phone tightly in my hand as I readied myself to shatter Dominic Betrami. Annabelle stood beside me, her eyes fixed on mine, her presence almost making me feel guilty for what was about to happen.
“Dominic,” I said maliciously into the receiver. “I have your daughter.”
I had waited for this moment.
For him to get good and upset.
And worried.
There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line, followed by a voice of pure rage. “Youwhat?! What do you want, you son of a bitch!?”
“I want you to first admit what you did to my club.”
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” he spat.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. I needed to keep my cool. “I'm afraid it's not that simple, Betrami. I have demands."
A mixture of anger and concern laced his words. "Demands? What kind of demands?"
I glanced at Annabelle, her eyes reflecting a blend of disbelief and defiance. Her presence reminded me of the gravity of my actions and how stupid I was to have gotten so personal with her all over again.
"I am going to marry your daughter,” I asserted, my voice filled with determination. "I want the union to be the truce. Either that, or she dies, and so do you.”
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel the intensity of Dominic’s reaction. I knew he was furious. “What the fuck do you mean?!” he thundered. "She is her own person. I have no say on who she marries!”
I looked at her and she cocked a grin.
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s your job to make it happen, as her father and the don of your family. Or she dies.”
Anna scoffed, her voice cutting through the tense air. “I have no idea how you think he has any say over who I marry. Who would give him the authority to make that decision?”
Her words struck a chord within me. It showed just how different her world was from mine.
In my world, the don had all the say — and they had it over everyone.
In her world, everyone had control over their bodies.
“Annabelle,” I pleaded warningly. I didn’t want to let the prick think she had any control over this situation.
Not with me.
Not with him.
