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“Are you sore?”
“I don’t care. I want you.”
I didn’t need to say more. He lifts my leg up and pulls it behind me to wrap around him and fucks me. Twice. And another time in the shower—for good measure.
We’re late to breakfast, and everyone seems to know what we were up to by the looks on their faces. Fuck. Did they hear us? We didn’t exactly try to keep it down. I just assumed the walls were soundproof. I feel like I was a toddler who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I try not to walk straight, but I really am sore. His cock is huge. Nico looks at me with that stupid, smug face as he saunters over to the table.
Cosima looks like she’s about to explode. Her face is so red, and her eyes are practically bulging out of her skull. Valentina makes the sign of the cross, like Lucifer and his whore are in her presence. I take my seat, and to my surprise, Nico sits next to me.
I lean over to him and whisper. “Your walls are soundproof, right?”
The sexiest and biggest smile flashes across his face. He brings his lips to my ears, “Yes, but when your face went beet-red and the fact that we were late, not to mention the way you walked in”—he nodded his head down toward my legs, smug bastard—“you all but screamed it from the rooftop.” I roll my eyes.
“Much like you did last night and this morning,” he added before taking a gulp of his coffee.
We eat in silence. A phone goes off, and Dante pulls one out of his pocket. He scans what I’m assuming is a message before he puts it back.
“I just got a lead that Andrew was spotted in Kansas City. Apparently, he has a secret warehouse out there. We should be getting confirmation in the next week or two.”
Of course, the day after I give into my sexual hunger, we find my uncle.Damn him.I realize I’ve made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have slept with Nico. Nothing could ever come from this. I’ll be leaving soon. Back to New York and back to our lives. I did a Google search on him after I found out who he was, and he’s always photographed with a different woman. All of them tall and blonde, much like the woman he was with at the Black Rose. He definitely had a type—not me. I didn’t pay much attention to the tabloids before, but now, I’ll actively avoid them. We cannot have sex again.
If there is one thing the Cosa Nostra and Outfit have in common, it’s how adamant they are about tradition. Cosa Nostra would never let Nico marry an outsider. I was Triad-born. It wouldn’t surprise me if all three of their wives have already been chosen. The thought of him already engaged made my blood boil. I don’t even realize I’m gripping my knife until I hear someone speak.
“Is everything okay?” Bash asks me, breaking my train of thought. I look up and shake my head.
“Everything’s fine. I just can’t believe he wants me dead.” I lie.
“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Bash says firmly, surprising everyone at the table.
Later this afternoon, in the library, I pick out a new book. Cosima walks in with a tray of food and slams it on the table. I don’t flinch or turn. This isn’t anything new with her.
“Thank you,” I say, still not bothering to turn around as I pull a book out and inspect its cover. Usually, she can’t get away from me faster, but I can feel her still standing in the room. I flip through the pages, pretending I have no idea.
“It’s not going to last, you know,” she finally says. I close the book, turn around, and cross my arms. I don’t respond. I just stare at her.
She lifts her chin and opens her mouth to speak again. “You and Nico. He’ll get tired of you soon. He always does this.”
I stroll toward her, and she backs up slightly, her nose in the air.
I walk right past her when I call back, “Then, I guess you don’t have anything to worry about.”
I have a change of heart. Walking away silently is something Natalie would’ve done. But I’m not her. I’m Anya Liu, the Triad princess, soon-to-be queen—if I don’t get myself killed first. No one should ever speak to me like that. I can’t kill her, not that I was considering it. I’m not quite there yet, but I can still put her in her place. I’ll probably never see her again, even if the Cosa Nostra continues to do business with the Triad. I have nothing to lose. Fuck it.
“Cosima”—I stop in the doorway and turn to look at her—“if youevercome at me like that again, I will smash your head into the concrete before I shoot it off that pretty little body. The Deluccis might hold back on behalf of your sweet mother, but I sure as hell won’t. I’ll take you apart and mail what’s left of you to her.”There, that should do it.Or was that too much? Well, too late now.
Her mouth falls open in shock, but I walk away before it escalates. I wanted to crack her skull open right then and there. I’m not sure where all this suppressed rage has come from, but she didn’t seem like a bad choice to practice it on. However, I force myself to rein in my anger because the last thing I’m going to do is fight over a man.
Nico
Anya’s been different since Dante informed us about Andrew’s whereabouts. She hasn’t looked at me since breakfast, and when I found her in the gym, she made an excuse to leave and ran as if her ass was on fire.She’s freaking out.Well, so am I, and she doesn’t just get to run away. After dinner, relieved she didn’t make an excuse, she agrees to go on our nightly walk. She was reluctant, though; I saw the hesitation, but I’ll take what I can get.
“Something on your mind?” I ask as we sit under the tree that I’ve come to call Our Spot in my head.
“No,” she says too quickly and looks like she’s lost in thought.
I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head down, like I’m looking out of sunglasses, showing her I don’t believe her.
“It’s just happening so fast. Last month, I was a law student.” She pauses, looking like she’s deep in thought. “And now I have to kill my uncle and take over the Triad.Andthere’s no guarantee I’ll even survive either way.”
