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“Feds raid criminals. It happens. You’re reaching.” Roberto sighs, but his feign of disinterest is lost to the way his pupils expand. He holds my eyes for a second longer than necessary. He doesn’t blink, and his voice raises an octave. His body doesn’t move, and I can count his breaths with the up and down movement of his chest.
I crack my knuckles. I may not be able to strangle him, but no one said anything about leaving his face the way I found it. I’m readying myself to enjoy the blood I’m about to spill, but a knock sounds at his front door, thwarting my plan.
Locked in a stare, neither one of us strays from our trance of reproach.
The knock comes again, louder this time.
I pull my gaze away, ready to strangle the person on the other side of the door for interrupting Roberto’s unsuspecting atonement.
“Expecting someone?” I move toward the door.
Roberto stays put. “No.”
I lean toward the peephole, frowning immediately. “What the fuck is Bianca Rossi doing here?”
I’m tempted to push through the door and drag her from the building by her arm for dancing with the temptation of the devil. Why the fuck would she willingly stand in a room,alone, with Roberto? His character is well-known through the family, his lawless and disgusting treatment of women a beacon of warning to every female who crosses his path. Or so I thought.
Roberto sits up straight, a grin forming on his face. “Fuck if I know, but you can bet your pompous ass I’m gonna find out. Maybe daddy’s little diamond wants to get dirty. Fuck off outta sight.” He runs his hands through his hair.
It takes everything within me not to kill him right then and there. “Get rid of her,” I say, teeth clenched. “We haven’t finished talking.”
Standing at his front door, he waves me off, and I slide into his bathroom, making certain I don’t touch anything.
Bianca Rossi.
The woman who consumes every fucking salacious fantasy in my fucked-up head.
At only eighteen, she sparks something within me I thought nonexistent; infatuation and affection. Emotions I had happily avoided until her untimely arrival in my life. I’m a thirty-year-old man with orgiastic thoughts of a fucking teenager. I crave her to the point of obsession. She smiles, and I want to kill every man and woman in the vicinity for witnessing something she should save solely for me. I’m consumed by desire and bloodlust all at once, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
I left the bathroom door open a crack, but the sliver of space doesn’t offer me the view of Bianca that I crave, yet I hold my ear to the gap, listening intently.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” my brother purrs, and I could imagine his slimy fingers sliding across her cheek in a caress that should cost him his hand.
“I want you to tell Lorenzo that you don’t want Caterina.” Her voice is strong, and if her request wasn’t so absurd, pride would expand in my chest at her courage.
She’s here to save her sister.Fuck.I’m consumed enough by her beauty. I don’t need her integrity to possess me further.
Roberto’s thick roll of laughter twists in my gut.
Armando Rossi came to Lorenzo, requesting a union between his youngest daughter and Roberto. The capo would lick Enzo’s asshole if he demanded it, too eager to please, dignity be damned. Like many of the older family members, he believes Enzo and Roberto to be close based on my brother’s position. Too consumed with Lorenzo’s rise to power to consider Roberto as the burden he’s always been. Lorenzo had agreed to Rossi’s request, knowing that Bianca was being promised to Salvatore, keeping strength in our family was a priority. Armando cares very little for Caterina’s welfare. Roberto’s nature isn’t a secret; he’s a predator, and Armando had delivered him a lamb on a silver fucking platter.
“I’ll do anything,” Bianca pleads.
She’s begging for charity from a man who prides himself in malice. Her desperation will do nothing but entertain my younger brother. Weakness is his currency of choice, and Bianca has just dangled it in front of him in promise. He’ll play with her for an eternity, enjoying watching her crack day by day as he strips the life from her sister with the ease of peeling an apple. Her romantic notion of safeguarding her sister has done nothing but solidify Caterina’s life of hell.
“Anything?” Roberto rasps, reveling in the desperate lilt in the elder Rossi sister’s voice.
“Yes,” she answers, and it takes everything inside me not to barge into the room and kill Roberto for even hearing her offer of innocence.
“Icouldfuck you,” Roberto threatens. “But while the family sees you as a prized possession, to me, the death of Caterina’s soul is justtootempting of a gift to reject.”
“Please,” she says, and even if Roberto hadn’t betrayed the family, I’d kill him for making Bianca’s voice weak when she is anything but.
“Maybe I’ll have you both,” he hums. “I’ll slam inside you sofuckinghard you’ll bleed, your virgin cunt will cry rivers of red, Bianca, and then I’ll use your innocence to lubricate my cock into your sister’s virtuous pussy.”
A soft cry falls from Bianca’s mouth, and my stomach churns. I grind my teeth to stop the roar lodged in my throat from escaping. My palms are slick with sweat, and my head pounds.
“You’re a pig,” Bianca says. “You can have mein placeof Caterina.”
