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“Giana, speaking of, this is my husband, Enzo.” Evelina beams up at the tall man at her side.
Enzo… I look at his piercing light-blue eyes and see something I can’t quite register. It’s more of a feeling, I guess. The blue hues remind me of someone, something, but it’s too far out of reach. He smiles a dazzling smile, bright white, beautiful teeth on full display as Evelina reaches her arm out and places her dainty fingers on my shoulder. I bat the feeling away, convincing myself I’m just being paranoid.
Enzo and I shake hands before he and Dante start talking about Lorenzo acting like a dick.
“Anyway, I’m super excited to get to know you more, babe. Outside of work. I need more friends around here.”
Babe.Ugh. My heart throbs. Her use of the word babe triggered the memory of Remi’s favorite term of endearment.
I can’t even imagine the hell she’s going through having not heard from me. She’s so out of the loop it’s unreal. I got my new phone this morning when the personal shopper delivered me a huge variety of necessities. I just haven’t been able to set it up yet. I have to get word to her.
“There aren’t many wives yet. Not many girlfriends either. I don’t have friends anymore, not since I made the choice to enter the life with Enz,” she says. “When we got married, I left my family, worried for their safety. Not that the DeSantis crew would ever hurt them, but this life isn’t one for common people. It’s taken me years of getting used to the way things work here.”
She smiles when I ask how long she’s been with Enzo, as if she’s remembering something she holds dear to her, maybe their first date, or their wedding.
“We’ve been together since I was twenty-three. A bit unconventional since I wasn’t in a mafia family, but Enzo wants what he wants. I guess Dante is very similar.” She grins. “I’m twenty-six now, and Enz is thirty. It’s been three years with my best friend.” She smiles warmly. “And I look forward to becoming friends with you, too.”
I tell Evelina it’s great to see her, and she makes me promise we’ll get together soon and have girl time—outside of her shop.
I look over at Enzo again as he and Dante switch gears and start talking about some kind of negotiation coming up. I hear bits and pieces about a gas operation they need to expand, and Enzo cracks his knuckles, a scowl on his face. I wish I didn’t have thisofffeeling about him. He seems as normal as everyone else I’ve met so far, but I can’t shake the twisting in my gut.
His eyes flash to mine, and for a split second, I feel like I almost have it, like I know what the feeling is stemming from, but it’s gone as fast as it comes.
I divert my attention as Evelina is called out of the room by yet another beautiful woman, one I haven’t been introduced to yet.
The wallpaper in here has small cherubs with little arrows. Gray, white, and cream ornate details decorate each inch of the square space, and it makes me think of one of the rooms in my childhood home. An office my mother used for charity and fundraising meetings.
Part of me misses her, but an even bigger part realizes I can see my parents for who they are much clearer now. I don’t forgive them. I never will. And even though I still have unanswered questions about both my past and my future, and even my present with Dante, I’ll never regret getting away from them.
Dante and Enzo part ways, and my beautiful, damaged, and damned man comes up to me and grabs hold of me, forcefully gripping me by the hips and yanking me into him. He grows hard against my stomach, pushing into the fabric of my red satin dress.
“We have a few minutes before dinner, angel. You can’t expect me to be teased with the sight of you in this dress and not do something about it.”
He grindsthe heel of his hand against my clit as two fingers curl inside my drenched pussy.
“Anyone can walk in here at any time, and they’ll see me fucking the soul from your body, kitten.”
There it is. The playful nickname I’ve missed since the last time it fell from his lips. When he uses “kitten,” I know it’s time to play.
And play we shall.
“Do you think that’s going to scare me, Dante?” I ask him, bucking my hips, pushing my clit against his palm and forcing his fingers to fuck me harder. “It only turns me on more.”
His eyes shoot to mine, surprise written on his face.
“The things you do to me… Turns you on for someone to see me claiming what’s mine, does it?” Dante pumps harder into me, expertly curling his fingertips and making my orgasm more and more attainable with each thrust. “Ride my fingers like a good girl.”
I moan his name, my high reaching a brand-new level as I grind into him. He bites the tender flesh on my neck, no doubt leaving his mark, claiming me as is.
As if he even has to.
He assaults my clit, flicking and rubbing and swirling the pad of his thumb over my sensitive bud.
“Dante, fuck!” I do my best to whisper the words, but I’m unsure of how quiet I truly am as I come so hard and fast I get lightheaded and fall against his chest.
He only laughs in response as he pulls my breasts free from the fabric of my dress.
“These fucking tits have been taunting me all damn afternoon, angel.” He pushes against my clit with his rock-hard cock and then yanks it free from his pants so he can use his tip to play with my throbbing clit.
