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Having promisedMammathat I would stop by today, I make my way through town to my family’sristorante. I leisurely stroll down the street with my espresso in hand when the phone in my back pocket buzzes.
Luca is the only person with this number, and he’s almost like clockwork. Long enough to not be desperate, but not so long that I lose interest.
Men are so predictable.
Swiping open the text message, I sigh at the lack of originality.
Luca
Good afternoon, bella.
I’msorry…who is this?
Luca
I’m feeling feisty, and knowing it’s going to drive him crazy only causes my fingers to swipe faster over the screen.
Luca?
I don’t think I know a “Luca”
The phone rings in my hand, from the same number texting me. I let it ring three times before finally swiping to accept the call. “Hello?”
“It’s Luca,” his distinctive baritone voice bellows through the phone, “Luca Bernardi.”
Deliberately, I wait in silence to emphasize my position that I don’t know who he is. After a lengthy pause, he finally continues, “From the club.”
“Oh…thatLuca.” I over emphasize my recollection.
“I know exactly what you’re doing,bella.” His tone is a tad snide.
“Really?” My response is oozing with a teasing brattiness when I ask, “What is it that I’m doing?”
“Non fare il prezioso con me.”
“Playing hard to get? That assumes I actually want you to catch me.”
A black Bentley catches my attention from the corner of my eye, and I instinctively reach for the handle of the switchblade in my pocket. As my fingers slip beneath the fabric, the car pulls to the curb and the rear window begins to slowly lower.
I should have given the bastardo a little more credit.
“Are you following me?” I spread a coy smile across my face as I lean toward the window opening and quickly take note of the two women already in the backseat with him.
“Get in the car,bella.” His voice has a tinge of dominance. Had we met under different circumstances, that gruff voice and those deep brown eyes probably would have led me toward the need for a confessional booth in the morning.
“Sorry, but I don’t get in the car with strange men.”
“All the more reason to get the car.” He cocks a mischievous brow. “You already know exactly who I am.”
“In that case, it’s probably all the more reason not to get in the car with you.” My response is cheeky as I turn on my heel and continue walking down the block.
Fuck, I wish I could see the look of shock on his face right now.
“Bella!” His words echo behind me and I hear the slap of his soles on the concrete as he tries to catch up with me. Women fall on his cock—it’s more accurate than at his feet—and here he is, chasing me down the street.
“Are you going to follow me all day?” I question as I turn to face him. “Because that really isn’t going to work for me.”
“Then I suggest you get in the car like I asked the first time.”
