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It’s his son, Paolo. Everyone calls him Savage. I have no idea why.
Nor do I care.
I’ve seen him before. At the Parish, the family’s private island in Greece. He’s one of us.
He’s got to be one of us because he’s got one of those big black circle tattoos on the left side of his chest. The kind that the brothers who join the Brotherhood in Greece often have inked to their chest. I saw the tattoo when he was walking down the white sand beach.
Shirtless. Gorgeous. Cocky as hell.
Running a lazy hand through his thick, dark hair like he was a model in one of those black-and-white perfume ads.
I can see part of it now, peeking out of the collar of his short-sleeved black shirt. I’m not sure why, but when I see that black, swirling ink, something goes fluttery in my belly and melty between the tops of my thighs.
The breeze blows by, ruffling his hair. He glances up at the sky, his hand reaching up to slick his thick, dark, wavy hair back into place, like he did on the beach that day.
I snort. “Must be your signature move, guapo.”
He takes off his black sunglasses, folding them carefully before slipping them in the front pocket of his designer shirt. His emotion-filled eyes are dark as coal as they follow the line of windows, gazing right past my own.
“Shit.” I duck down to the floor, hiding from his view.
He’s so freaking cocky. I just hate him. My distaste doesn’t make me blind to his looks, or my body a corpse. Yeah—he’s giving me a bad case of what the girls would call kitty quivers. I pop a gummy worm in my mouth, chewing past the pent-up sexual frustration I live with on the daily.
“Sent your son to do your dirty business, huh, old man Ritaglio? Doesn’t matter to me. I’m outta here.”
One more gummy worm for the road. The fruity sweetness explodes in my mouth. The sugar rushes through my bloodstream.
I’m ready to run.
I know it’s only a matter of minutes before they finish up their talk in my dad’s office and someone comes up here to get me.
Only they’re going to find an empty room.
I’m on the run.
And I know exactly where I’m going.
