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I am guilty. I’ve fought my father for years and his old-fashioned ways but never like this. Usually, I run to Dario’s to hide out and paint. Or drive around in my small Mini Coopermy father hates. Lash out by wearing semi-sexy clothes. Nothing like tonight though. I was in a club wearing an outfit that borders on sleepwear. My dress is very short and sheer in some areas.
“You did. But it doesn’t matter. Are you okay?”
“How did you know? How did you find me?” I slipped my guards. No one should have known where I was.
“Why were you there?” he asks, not answering my questions. I turn and stare out the window, trying to figure out where I went wrong and how he found me. If I heard that voice correctly. Was it him? Why is he here now?
“I don’t want to marry him. I won’t marry him. I’ll leave, or…” I pause and look out the window a moment longer, building up my strength before I make a confession. I throw up my hands and spin back around to look at him. “I’ll kill myself.” I turn too fast and the alcohol in my stomach lurches. I slap my hand over my mouth. Dario rushes to grab the ice bucket that isn’t normally in the back of the car. Crap, I interrupted date night. Luna told me he was taking her to a nice restaurant. Even though she can’t drink, he usually gets her nonalcoholic wines and puts them in a bucket like this to make her feel special. I lose what feels like everything I’ve eaten and drunk for the day. I shove the bucket back at him before I collapse in the seat.
As soon as the car comes to a stop, my door is ripped open and large hands are yanking me out of the car.
“Take it easy. She just threw up,” Dario says as my head spins again.
“I won’t marry Mustafa,” I moan.
The body holding me has a familiar scent that fills my lungs and soothes me in places that have needed it for a long time. I roll my head back and see him as I lose consciousness. I must be dreaming.
Spencer
Ihold her against me, wanting to kill every man who saw her in this outfit, but I’m shocked by her words. My eyes flash up to Dario’s, and he’s looking at her with a stunned expression on his face.
“Mustafa?” I growl the name. The man has been an enemy of the Revellos for a long time. He’s the head of the Nigerian Mafia that has infiltrated several areas of Italy. He is also the man who conspired with Dario’s father to kill off another family and Luna’s own brother.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about. She said she was celebrating her bachelorette party. I’ll call her father in the morning. You know where her room is.” He’s distracted by his wife, who is about seven months pregnant.
“She’s going to be pissed when she wakes up. You take her to the room, and I’ll come clean her up.” Luna’s soft voice stops me.
“I’ll take care of my woman. Go to bed,” I order her as my long legs move across the stone floor to the guest suite that is Vittoria’s.
Carefully I lay her on the bed and take her in. I know she thinks I fell off the face of the earth and left, but I’ve watched over her every day. I’ve had a personal team on her that she doesn’t know about. They followed her tonight, but I found her by other means. I look down to the gold bracelets that ring her wrist and smirk. If only she knew.
I want to climb into bed with her, but I know if I do, I won’t be able to hold myself back when she wakes up. I’ve wanted her for so long. This time I’m going to keep her. Her father has no say. But Dario and I need to figure out what is going on with this supposed engagement. She is mine, and I’m not going to let any other man near her. It took everything I had not to kill the fuckwit at the club who said she was his for the night.
Vittoria stirs, and I reach down to unbuckle her platform heels. I set them by the bed then contemplate stripping her completely, but I can’t torture myself that way. I cover her with the blanket at the foot of the bed and pick up her heels. When I step into her closet, I’m blown away by the amount of clothes. I know she spends most of her time here, but this looks like she lives here. My men haven’t mentioned she does, and I wonder if Dario has told them not to. He is the only person who knows about them; however, I think Luna has an idea.
Luna knows I’m the one who has bought all of Vittoria’s paintings over the last few years. After I left, I finalized setting up my business. I now run one of the most sought-after security companies in Southern Europe. In two years, I went from just being in the black to a multi-million-dollar business. I’m ready to get my girl, and her father can’t tell me no this time.
But Dario allowing my men to keep secrets from me is not acceptable. I’ll be talking to them.
I find an empty spot on the shelf and set her shoes down before I make my way out to the bedroom. I take a seat in the large chair in the corner and flip off the lamp next to me. I lean back and proceed to watch over my girl as always. I handle emails and take care of business as I try not to fall asleep.
I run my business from Milan, but eventually I’ll move to my new home with my girl and will be able to run everything from there. She doesn’t know I have everything planned out for her, but she will soon enough.
Asound has me slowly opening my eyes. I had finally given up with work and allowed my eyes to drift closed for a bit. But now I see my girl moving around. I know it’s still early. She stands from the bed, and I watch mesmerized as she reaches for the bottom of her dress. My breath stills in my lungs, and my eyes about bulge out of my head when she pulls it up over her bare arse and then over her head. She is completely naked and stumbles to the loo. I hear the toilet flush before the water kicks on. The door is partially open, but at the angle of the chair I’m in, I can’t see anything.
She leaves the light on and shuffles back out to the room, her steps unsteady. I know the moment she sees me. Her body stills and her eyes widen, but it’s the increase in her breathing and the biting of her lip that has me standing up. I had unbuttoned my shirt and removed my belt and shoes earlier to get a bit more comfortable. I walk to her barefooted, watching as she takes a deep breath.
“Am I dreaming?” she asks as she raises one hand to pinch her arm.
At this point, I’m almost to her, and she then reaches out for me. It isn’t until I lower my eyes and take in her naked body that she blushes and starts to cover herself.
“Don’t.” My voice comes out as a growl, and she stops. “Princess, I’m real, and I’ve been dying to do this.” I take the last couple of steps toward her and pull her into my arms. Her nipples rub against my chest and we both groan. I lower my head, giving her the time to stop me, but she doesn’t. I take her lips softly at first and then slide across them again. She wraps her arms around me, and I pull her up my body as I take her mouth deeper. She moves her arms and slides her fingers into my hair. Her nails tickle my scalp. I’ve kept the same crew cut since I was in the military. I’ll grow some scruff, but I keep my hair short so the curls don’t get out of control.
“Spencer.” She moans as I finally slide my tongue back into her mouth after years.
I’ve missed her so much. I wanted so much more with her, but when her father told me I couldn’t, I honored his wishes and set out to prove him wrong. Now, he won’t get to do that again.
My legs are in motion, and I’m lowering her to the bed with my body over the top of her before I can think better of it. I need her. I’ve craved her so much that I was in physical pain for her.
