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As soon as he took that sharp left, I was on top of him, slamming his body against the wall, my knife biting into his neck while my gun settled in his gut.
A sharp gasp took me by surprise. It was high-pitched and shaky, drenched in fear and shock. It would have been a full scream if not for the force of my blunt blade keeping it in place.
This was no man.
I pulled the hood of her cape back, being met by jade eyes that cut the breath from my lungs like a sharp weapon. It was my turn to be shocked.
Elena Battaglia stared at me bewildered, yet it only took her a second to straighten her poise and take back the uncertainty I’d seen swimming in those alluring pools of green.
“Aren’t you a little far from home? Why are you following me?” I grunted straight to her face, not willing to show her exactly what she did to me. Being this close to the woman I’d been jacking off to for months now had me biting into my cheek to keep my dick from rising to the damn occasion.
“I’m simply returning the favor.” She clipped back. Whatever fear coursed through her body when I snatched her had completely disappeared. Only that veil of darkness I had recognized in her shining through, and fuck was it even more alluring up close.
“I never followed you.”
“You’re right, Signore.” The title rolling off her tongue like a silky goad and hitting me right in the crotch. “My mistake. You settle for watching me from a distance.”
I looked at her in question. How could she have known? It seemed as though my thoughts were written all over my face, and Elena was quick to clarify.
“The sun sets behind Battaglia manor, and when it’s halfway into the horizon, the lenses of your binoculars glisten like a torch. I thought you mafiosi men were better at covering your trail.”
I couldn’t help my cock from twitching even if I tried. Fuck me, this woman is pure perfection. Who could ever desire a fucking wallflower when they could have her? Heiress or not, I’d choose her every goddamn day.
“A perceptive little thing, aren’t you?”
“I grew up amongst the most dangerous men in the country. I was bound to pick up a thing or two.” She played it down as if her wit was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Speaking of, does Daddy Dearest know you’re in Moretti territory, Fiore mio?” My flower. I caressed her cheek with the tip of my gun, her eyes widening while her throat probed with a dry gulp. It wasn’t fear, though.
“Moretti territory?”
“Yes, Piccola. Don’t tell me you didn’t see the tracks painted in red.”
“I did. But I thought Papa owned the five boroughs.” She couldn’t know otherwise. Of course Don Battaglia would scream to the seven fucking kingdoms that New York was his to rule, deliberately leaving out that we still stood firm in a fraction of the territory he tried with all his might to take over.
“Your papa might own a lot of things, but right now you’re in enemy domain, Princess, and everything that lands in this place is ours for the taking.”
Her gaze was set on mine, and somehow, my body had floated towards hers, leaving no space between us. Elena didn’t waver. She didn’t even blink.
“What did you come here for?” I asked, not putting any meaning behind those words because I simply didn’t give a fuck why she came. All that mattered was that she was here.
“I wanted to know who you were.”
I studied her expression, the lip she tucked between her teeth making me crave those lips more than ever before.
“Liar. Why are you here, Elena?”
I let my knife slide down her neck, cutting the string that fastened her cape in place, letting it fall to the ground. The sly grin that covered my face was a shy expression of what went on in my pants. Her breasts almost spilled over her cleavage. Her rapid breaths making them rise and fall under my attentive stare.
Shit, I was a goner. She could ask for whatever she came here for, and I would give it to her without so much as a blink.
“Perfezione.” I hissed, licking my lips that had suddenly gone dry. But then I noticed the gold chain around her neck, tucked between those juicy mounds, and a different kind of fire burned in my veins.
Without a warning, I shoved my fingers between her breasts, fishing out the pendant that was warmed by its hiding place. Elena gasped at the intrusion but made no move to deter me.
A signet ring with the Bartolini’s family crest engraved on the front. This was his mark. The way he told the world that she was his.
“What the fuck is this?”
