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“Are you fucking kidding me?” I follow him, booted feet chasing his path. “Who the fuckisthat? Do you think so little of me to keep a goomah—one you assured me you didn’t have—in our building?”
“I’m not fucking Gabriella,” he maintains, undoing the buttons of his shirt with rough flicks of his fingers.
“I don’t believe you.”
He shrugs out of his shirt, discarding it on the floor like trash. He kicks off his shoes, leaning down to pull off his socks. Next, he shucks off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked. “Your distrust in me is your problem, Bianca. Not mine.”
He’s hard, his erection pointing angrily at me. I glance down, swallowing my lust and lifting my eyes.
“Seems your jealousy turns me on. You’re the only woman I crave to fuck,dolcezza.”
My lower stomach pulls.
His bloodied clothing lay by his feet, and I consider we’ll need to burn them to remove any evidence of his accountability in the murder of a lost and soon-to-be forgotten soul. “Whose blood is that?”
I look up when he doesn’t answer.
“Did you kill him?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says easily.
“Who?” I whisper.
If he’s maddened by my questions, he doesn’t let on. “None of your concern.”
My hands find my hips. “My husband just killed a man. You don’t think I deserve to know the details?”
“No.” He grabs his cock, sliding his hand up and down in languid strokes. “But if you’re so hungry for information.” His voice has changed, a murderous edge sliding over his words in threat. “A drug dealer sliding his dirty hands into our profits. You know the rules, Bianca. Don’t fuck with my family, or you’ll pay with your life. The lowlife fucked with our business, and he disrespected my family. Cosimo doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. He needed my”—his head tilts to the side—“expertise.”
“Expertise?”
He grins. “Mm. You want to know that I killed him, wife? I did. I took a coil of wire, wrapped it around my fists, and tied it around his throat like a...”
“Necktie,” I whisper.
His grin grows into a full-fledged smile, his teeth on show in malicious intent. “Mm. The wire pierced his skin, strangling and slitting his throat all at once.” He’s reminiscing, his eyes no longer present, lost to a memory he’s frighteningly attached to.
He sighs. “But the asshole had the audacity to fight, so he bled all over my favorite suit.”
“How selfish of him,” I murmur.
His nostrils flare, his hand moving faster on the straining length of his cock. It takes everything I have in me not to drop my gaze and watch.
He’s turned on by bloodshed, and it should repulse me, but there’s something about the dangerous and unhinged bite to his posture and voice that has me clenching my thighs.
“I was quite enjoying the panic in his eyes when he realized he was going to die, so imagine my surprise and disappointment when I received an alert that mywife,of all people, had entered Gabriella’s apartment.”
I narrow my eyes, death forgotten and betrayal back in my sights. “Who is she?” I ask again.
He drops his cock on a growl, lips thinning in irritation. He steps into the spray of the shower, cleaning the touch of death off his skin. “I left Leo with the cleanup. I’m now indebted to him, and Bianca,” he warns. “I despise being beholden to another.”
I ignore his threat. “Vincent,” I push. “Whois she?”
He washes his hair, ignoring me.
I move closer to the glass. “Who is she?”
He tips his face up to the rain of water.
