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Roberto could not be trusted.
“Will you tell me why you killed Roberto?”
“Jesus,fuck,” he breathes.
We left the club in silence, but the same sound in the confines of his car rings in my ears enough to steal my breath. “After last night, I thought maybe you’d volunteer the information yourself, but you haven’t and...”
He rubs the base of one of his rings on his steering wheel, checking his blind spot before changing lanes. We’re only minutes from home, and he still hasn’t told me who Gabriella is.
“We need to get some ice on your face. She hit you pretty hard.”
I shrug. “I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“You were there when I was speaking with Roberto?” I try again.
He pulls into our parking garage. “Yes.”
“Where?”
“The bathroom,” he answers quietly.
“Did Roberto know you were there?”
“Yes,” he answers.
“Were you there to kill him?”
“Yes.”
I sigh in irritation. “While I appreciate the one-word fucking responses over being ignored completely, I’d likeanswers.”
“You don’t demand answers from me,dolcezza.”
He parks, and I open my car door, watching his irritation flare. “Why are you allowed to own all my secrets and I none of yours?”
Climbing from his car, he follows me to the elevator, three steps behind me, hands stuffed into his pockets as we walk. He holds the elevator door with an open palm, waiting until I’m inside before stepping in after me. He edges past, brushing his shoulder against mine.
Standing in the corner of the suffocating box, he watches me intently in the reflection.
I stare back.
Everything about the way I feel for Vincent Ferrari is nonsensical. From the sexual needs he’s birthed into life, to a want, aneedto please him, to the possessive way in which I want to claim his heart and soul, to the way he’s claimed mine.
The elevator doors open, and caught in my thoughts, I don’t move. Vincent steps forward, his chest flush against my back, his palm reaching out to hold the door from closing. “Move, Bianca.”
Walking into our apartment, I stand at the threshold of our living room, watching him expectantly.
He shucks his jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. Hands in his pocket, his eyes travel over my face, stopping at my lip where it throbs. “You were never supposed to know I was there.”
He moves into the kitchen, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer. I go to him.
Placing the bag gently against my lip, he sighs. “But I wouldn’t take you before you admitted you’d never touched my brother. I wanted what we shared to be real. I wanted you to know that everything you had to offer was mine andonlymine. But you wouldn’t fucking admit it. You’re even stronger than I thought you to be.”
“You told me your darkest secret so you could fuck me?” My hand drops from my face, the bag of peas hanging loosely at my side.
He lifts my arm, placing the frozen bag against my face once again. “I didn’t tell you, you assumed.”
