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When I looked down and saw the sparkles in her eyes, I knew I didn’t have to say all that girly shit. She knew.
I pulled myself from underneath her and sat up, but didn’t get too far because the little sneaky temptress circled her graceful legs around my waist and pulled me back, gluing my back to her breasts.
“I’m not ready to let you go, Sasa.”
“I’m just going to get something out of the suitcase.”
“Give me one more minute.”
I nodded because I was ready to give her the rest of my life.
Her hands started traveling on my back, tracing the lines of my tattoo. I knew she loved it, she told me when I got it. She leaned down and bit my back, surprising me.
“Ouch, woman.”
“What are you going to do about this?”
“About what?”
“This tattoo.”
“Meaning?”
“The two roses are on the opposite sides.”
Right. The roses were marking the Caputo mansion and the Fiori palace on the map, but now her home was my home.
“Do you want me to change it?”
“We’re not on separate sides of the city anymore. I’m not a Caputo anymore.”
Now that made me choke on some badly timed laughter.
“Tesoro, I made you mine in every way I could think of, but I’m not fool enough to think I could exorcise that bad blood out of you.” I felt her flinching and I turned to look at her face. “I just meant that you’re stubborn and look for trouble all the time, just like your brothers.”
“I don’t look for trouble.”
“You fight me at every damn corner. How is that not looking for trouble?”
“It doesn’t mean I have bad blood.”
“You’re perfect.”
“Then what did you mean? Are you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what, Grazi?” She was digging for something and I knew I wasn’t going to like it.
“What happened? When Adrian died, he talked about my father and so did Giovani the other day. Why did my brother talk about yoursuffering?”
“Grazi, this is really not the time…”
“I want to know. Why didBabboand Adrian turn to enemies after so many years?”
A long, heavy sigh escaped me. There was no good time to tell her this, so it might just as well be now. I hated the idea of letting Fabiano’s bad decisions ruin this getaway, but she wasn’t going to stop pressing me.
“This is not a discussion to have while we’re naked.”
“Salvatore, I need to know.”
