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"I wasn’t aware a soulless cretin like you owned stuffies."
"Oh, I do. They’re my best friends in the world."
"Fine." Romeo pushes out a breath. "I’ll do it. I can be the gentle protector you need."
Ha.
Got him.
With a triumphant smirk, I tear myself off his lap and hold up my phone. "I got all of that on tape. You’re gonna be in trouble if you don’t grovel before me."
"Why, you little—"
I close Giosuè’s bedroom door swiftly, barricading Romeo inside. "That was a trap, Mister. Good luck."
With that, I rush out of the Lucianos’ house and dart into the olive grove.
I pull up the secret video feed I have recording Giosuè’s bedroom.
Sure enough, Romeo does precisely what I assumed he would.
Instead of fighting like hell to break free, he grabs Giosuè’s pillow that I desecrated and brings it to his nose.
He groans, then rips the soiled pillowcase off, thrusts his suit pants down, and spears it with his dick.
"Take it, you little brat. Daddy’s going to teach you a lesson."
My plan is working.
Romeo wants me more than ever.
I pull out my cock and drag it across Romeo’s face on the live feed. "What a man."
Now, I know Romeo will be my Daddy.
ChapterFive
ROMEO
I settle into the bar seat, my sunglasses over my eyes like a total G, not wanting to speak to anyone.
Unfortunately, Nonna’s neighbor Jako, a.k.a. my son Faro’s fiancé, is also at the bar, and he immediately notices me.
"There’s the man of the hour." Jako slams his meaty fist on my back. "I’ve been meaning to speak to you."
Vincenzo, Amadeo, and Tommasso enter the bar a beat later.
"Dad!" Vincenzo’s annoying voice reaches my ears first. "We’ve looked for you everywhere."
"I can’t believe you’re avoiding us." Amadeo is a tough guy when he wants to be. "I wanted to run a new real estate deal by you and you vanished."
Tommasso nods in agreement. "Your sons are desperate for their father."
I roll my eyes. "Oh my God, I’m surrounded by drama queens. You know, if you all want to annoy somebody, go buzz around Isabella and her girl toy. They could paint your nails and braid your hair."
Tommasso runs his fingers through his hair. "My hair isn’t long enough for braids."
"Mine, neither." Amadeo pushes out a low growl. "Shit is as short as it gets."
