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“Preferably on this side of the balcony.”
Letting out a long sigh, I release the woman.
“You’re no fun,” I pout.
“I knew you’d come!” Sophia runs to my husband, grabbing his arms. “Did you see what she did to me? She’s crazy!”
The little snitch cries to him, but he sidesteps her, not offering any comfort. He walks straight to me.
I cross my arms and have to tilt my head up to look at him. I can see fury and of desire in his gaze, but I can tell his anger is going to win out this time. I don’t budge but stick my chin out more. It’s petulant but effective.
“Did she touch you?”
His voice lowers, and goose bumps cover my skin.
“No.”
He dips his head. “You got too drunk, Sophia,” Nico says to her calmly without breaking his gaze from mine.
“What!” Sophia shrieks, tears and makeup running down her face.
“You came outside to get fresh air. But you got sick, and now, you need to go home. You say anything else, your whole family will go down, and all accounts will be frozen.” Only then does he turn to her. “Understood?”
She whimpers into her hands, shaking her head in disbelief.
“My wife was mistaken.I’mthe last person you want to cross. While she’ll make your death quick, I have no problem making it last. Now, get the fuck out of here.”
As she moves to take off, Nico calls out, “Oh, and, Sophia.” She stops to look at him. “If youeverupset my wife again, if her heart rate even spikes in your presence, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
Her eyes widen before she sprints off, crying. She curses something along the lines of “I don’t need this shit. You’re both fucking lunatics” under her breath.
Before she’s out of view, he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“I need you to follow Sophia Willard. Make sure she understands not to talk.”
Without waiting for a response, he puts his phone back in his pocket, turns his attention to me, and comes closer. I step back for every step he takes toward me until the edge of the balcony touches my back. Next thing I know, Nico slams his lips into mine as one hand fists my hair and the other lifts me onto the ledge.
Instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him. I can tell by the way his lips move, bite, and suck that he’s pissed and gearing up for a fight. It’s painful, desperate, and messy as our tongues and lips clash for the upper hand. He pulls away,panting, as I deeply inhale, trying to catch my breath as well. He dips his head, and I resist the urge to grab his hair.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he says to the ground.
“I wasn’tactuallygoing to drop her.”
His eyes meet mine.
“And your plan was?” He crosses his arms.
“To talk.” I mimic his stance.
Nico turns as he rubs his mouth with his palm.
“Anya. If you want to talk to someone. Talk!” Nico pinches his fingers together, enhancing the Italian in him.
“I was!” I throw my hands in the air.
“I thought we had an agreement.”
“And what agreement was that?”
