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BETRAYAL
Dante
Cazzo. It takes every last ounce of willpower to march out of my bedroom with Rose glaring up at me, half-naked on my bed. My dick is so hard it hurts. I’d imagined sinking into the sweet pussy of hers at least a hundred times since I met her all those months ago at the Met Gala. I never thought it would happen either. Stella must not have let her in on our murky past. I squeeze my eyes shut, chasing away the dark images of what happened that day. I never would’ve done it. I’m an asshole, but I would never force myself on a woman, no matter how much I wanted her out of Luca’s life. I’d only been trying to scare the truth out of Stella, because I was certain she was using my brother.
Still, I fucked up big time, and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to make it up to Stella.
But of course, my damned little brother had to ruin my one shot with Rose.
It probably is for the best though. Relationships aren’t my thing and having to see Rose on the regular may have proven awkward in the long run. She doesn’t strike me as the clingy type of girl, but you never can tell.
I run my hand through my dark curls, and her musky scent reaches my nostrils. Her natural perfume still coats my fingers. Fuck. Shaking my head out, I toss the lusty thoughts to the furthest corners of my mind. No pussy, no matter how good, is worth my brother’s life. I must focus.
I march down the corridor and find Aldo pacing at the foot of the foyer. Behind him the singer belts out the last song. The party is winding down and in a second, I would’ve missed my chance.
“Where the hell were you, boss?” Aldo grumbles.
“None of your damned business. Where’s Luca?”
“He and Stella are with Tony in the garage. You better hurry up. Luca’s no fool.”
“Thanks,stronzo, like I don’t know my own brother.” I shoot past Aldo and sneak out into the hall before any of the guests notice. Because my absence would be easy to explain, but not Luca’s … I am merely a shadow; he’s the king.
Aldo slips into the elevator behind me, and we remain in a tense silence for the entire descent. My heart riots in my chest, the manic beats more than enough to contend with. Guilt entwines with years of anger and resentment. This is it.
The elevator doors slide open, and Luca and Stella stand beside my brother’s newest toy, a tomato red Lamborghini. My future sister-in-law’s hair is wild, her cheeks flushed. Yup, myfratellinofucked her good. A swirl of irritation writhes low in my gut. That could’ve been Rose if we hadn’t been interrupted. But this couldn’t wait, not with the million-dollar price tags on their heads.
Tony stands beside Luca, a face of pure guilt. How the guy made it so far as my brother’s righthand man baffles me. The guy’s got no poker face.
“What’s the hold up?” Luca asks. His eyes are bright and clear, the permanent scowl he used to wear erased by the woman on his arm. Isn’t love fucking grand?
Half a dozen of my men emerge from the shadows, and my heart kicks up a beat.
Luca’s gaze darts to mine as his arm instinctively tugs Stella closer. “What’s going on, Dante?”
“You’re going on an extended vacation,fratellino.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
I glance at my watch, and a hint of anxiety unfurls. What if the drugs don’t take hold in time? What if he tries something?
Right on cue, Stella stumbles back against the sleek sports car.
Luca holds her tight against his body before his eyes sear into me, a murderous glare stealing the air from my lungs. “What did you do?” he grits out. He blinks quickly and wobbles.
Tony is by his side in an instant. “I’m sorry,capo.”
Luca shoves him off, the look of betrayal so sharp, his righthand man staggers back a step. “Whatever the hell you’re doing, Dante, stop.” He pulls Stella closer, running his hand up and down her trembling arm. “It’s okay,amore.”
“I can’t, Luca. I made a promise to Papà a long time ago, and I intend to keep it.”
“By doing what?” he shouts. He leans against the car, the sedative I had slipped into his drink finally taking hold.
“Keeping you safe,” I bark.
“By murdering me and my fiancée?”
Surprise hits me like a lightning strike, illuminating the depths of my brother’s mistrust. “Cazzo, Luca, do you really think I would do that?”
