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“You do understand the world you’ve chosen to insert yourself into is the fuckingmafia, right?!” I hiss. “Not the sanitized Hollywood version, not the musicalChicago. The real, actual,dangerousfucking mafia.”
“Thanks, I’m not nine, dickhead,” she spits back.
“Good to know,” I smile coldly. “Then maybe there’s another perfectly good explanation why you would call Renata fucking Bonpensiero acuntto her fucking face?!”
Tempest raises a single brow. “Uh, because sheisone.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“She’s also Frank Bonpensiero’s wife!”
“And?”
“Oh,andthe small little detail that she’s also Luciano Amato’s niece!”
“Great,” Tempest groans in a bored tone. “So make me a family tree or a flow chart thing so I can ignore it and tell you I studied?—”
“You need to know these things,” I hiss.
“I don’t think that’s part of the?—”
“If you shit on this, Tempest…” I shake my head. My fingers tighten on her arms, feeling the thud of her pulse beneath her soft, warm skin. I inhale the scent of her—jasmine and citrus, mixed with something floral and slightly spicy.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to try to calm my roaring pulse. But all I get is more of her scent—more of the heat of her body, so close to mine.
“If you shit on this,” I growl quietly, “then this whole thing falls apart.”
“I’m notshittingon anything,” she snaps back.
“The fuck you’re not!”
It comes out much more forcefully than I intended. Tempest’s eyes go wide, her mouth falling open as a little gasp tumbles from her lips.
That gasp has no business being so fucking sexy.
Focus.
“If this falls apart, there are forces at play that could destroy us both,” I continue. “And I don’t mean ruining our credit scores, in case that needs to be made clear. As I said before…” My eyes lock with hers. “You made this bed, and now you’re going to fucking lie in it.”
Tempest doesn’t say anything.
“Take this fucking seriously. I know that’s a foreign concept to you.”
I ignore the “asshole” that falls from her mouth as I push her aside and storm out of the VIP room.
Not because I’m angry.
Because if I stay in there another fucking second with her, neither of us will be leaving until I have taken her in every single way a man can take a woman.
12
DANTE
It’stwo in the morning when I get the alert on my phone.
Since I left Tempest the temptation in that VIP room at Doomsday, I’ve holed up in my office at Venom.
Contrary to popular assumptions, my workdoes notinvolve hunching over an array of screens jerking off while I watch people fuck on camera.
