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Dom cracks a smile as he shrugs.
“Awaiting orders from the boss, little lady.”
I scoff at his annoying comment.
“Your boss, Gabriel Amato, who had me locked in a room with a woman he called his fucking pet?” I ask, seething as I think about Sofia.
Dante picked her up an hour or so ago, and the reuniting of the brother and sister made me completely lose my shit. It didn’t go how Dante expected. I’m sure of it. And I know just how bad off Sofia is right now…thinking Gabriel is someone who loves and cares about her, someone who she should stay with.
I hate not being with her. I wish we could’ve stayed together, that Dante would’ve brought me wherever he took her, too. Anywhere would be better than with the Amatos.
Even dead.
I’d take someone slitting my throat over ever seeing Gabriel Amato again.
“I don’t take my orders from Gabriel Amato.” Something akin to disgust contorts Dom’s face. “But Niccolò will instruct me on what his plan is soon. He’s got shit to take care of, and then I’ve got no doubt his fucking simp ass will be heading this way.”
He shakes his head as he opens the fridge, grabs a couple bottles of water, and tosses one to the man across the room.
“You want some water?” he asks, raising his eyebrows as he holds one toward me.
I nod, and he tosses one over the counter.
When I catch it, I crack it open, the mention of Niccolò resurfacing feelings I never wanted to feel for another one of these men.
These men who cheat and lie and steal and only think about themselves and their next deal. Their next kill. Their next way to get ahead.
But it’s hard not to remember the way he looked at me when he told me I looked powerful. Or just how powerful I actually felt getting that viper tattooed on my skin because of him.
And it’s really hard to forget the way his hands somehow just knew my body, like he’d touched me a thousand ways in a million different lifetimes. His palms running down the length of my thighs, the warmth of his skin on mine…the way he felt inside of me.
How we each relinquished just a little bit of our power as he fucked into me.
It feels like forever ago now.
But I remember everything in such vivid color and detail, like it’s etched permanently into my memory.
I hated Niccolò for showing me what I already knew…
That I was married to a fucking lying piece of shit.
But the anger was so fucking misplaced.
But by the time I went from hating him to needing to feel him all over me, everything was ripped away from me.
And I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to see him. That I wasn’t so fucking relieved when he and his brother burst through that door. I’d be just as bad as all of these men if I pretended I didn’t finally feel something other than disdain and hatred and disgust when Niccolò’s hands were on me…for the first time since I realized that the man I married wasn’t who I fell for…
I felt like a man gave a shit about what I needed.
And that’s been a feeling I’ve wholly missed over these past few months.
The two men talk as I zone out, but when I hear the word simp again, I finally pull myself out of my thoughts and ask, “What do you mean ‘simp’? Why do you keep calling Niccolò that?”
Dom chuckles again, and I realize he’s awfully cheery for a dude who takes lives for a living.
“Nicco is a fucking simp ass bitch for you. You’ve turned my best friend into an idiot.”
A simp?
