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“God, you’re so annoying,” she grumbles. “When you said I owed you today, I thought you’d at least wait until the sun came up.”
“It’s rising. Get ready and come with me.”
Sybil makes an adorable little growl and goes to shut the door, but I stop it with my foot and gently pry the door back open to smirk at her.
“If you get back in bed, I’m joining you,” I warn, silently hoping that she will defy me and give me an excuse to fuck her all morning. Already, my cock is at attention, desire heating me.
To my disappointment, Sybil wakes up completely at my words and shakes her head. “No! I’m up, okay? God. Just give me a moment to get ready, you tyrant.”
I slip into the room before she can stop me, ignoring her groans of protest. The bed is messy, as if she were tossing and turning all night. I eye the bottle of sleeping medicine on the nightstand.
“You didn’t sleep well,” I note. “Cramps?”
“Huh—oh. Yes.”
“Are you feeling better now?”
Sybil gives me a heated look, blowing hair out of her face. Her voice is crippling. “What, are you worried about the health of your contractually obligated babymaker? I’m just fine, Nico. Now let me get dressed.”
Her words sting, taunting me to snap back. As always, Sybil is too good at getting a reaction from me. Something about her always sets me off, or else it’s me riling her up. We’re heat and friction and fire, and I just want to pull her onto the bed and tame her with pleasure.
I turn away instead, opening her closet and perusing the clothes she has hanging in it. None of them are new. When I narrow my eyes at her, she just folds her arms.
“No, I didn’t buy anything at that stupidly outrageous place, okay? Percy told you I didn’t feel well. Besides, I don’t want to owe you any more than you probably think I already do.”
She does owe me, but not in money.
She owes me for never returning my heart after she stole it away years ago. It left me heartlessly violent and numb to everything but anger and bloodlust. I partly blame her for that—even though I made her run. Even though I know it’s not truly her fault I’m like this.
But I don’t tell her that. Instead, I grab a few things and toss them to her. Sybil’s body is sinfully perfect, and nothing she owns is worthy of covering it. I’ll have to take her somewhere myself to get her nice things.
She complains the entire time but readies quickly, ducking into the bathroom to change and adjust her hair and makeup. When she steps out with another glare just for me, I can’t help approving. I like seeing her in something I selected, and the blaze in her eyes sends need through me.
“Bellissima.”
“‘Beautiful,’” she translates and then folds her arms. Her cheeks have warmed, but she still looks defiant. “I know that one, at least. But wherever you’re taking me today, can you just use English?”
I lead her from the bedroom to the elevator, resting my hand on the small of her back. “No promises.”
“Of course not,” she mutters dryly, smacking my hand away. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going, then?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I’m pretty sure those are never a good thing in the mafia.”
I chuckle darkly in agreement and escort her out of the elevator once it’s reached the bottom. As we exit the building, I watch her face carefully. The moment Sybil’s gaze happens across my car, her eyes widen, and she halts, taking in the gleaming silver finish.
“Holy shit. That’s beautiful.”
I fight another smile. “Glad you like it. Get in.”
Sybil gawks as I open the passenger door for her. I can see on her face that she’s trying to find some reason to oppose, but to my satisfaction, she gets in without protest.
As I pull onto our route, I look over and laugh. Her brown eyes are wide, her fingers reverently tracing the seat and center console.
“In love?”
“More than I’d like to admit. Where did you…Why did you…?” She glances furtively at me as if wondering if she caused this purchase and then appears to change her mind. “It’s one hell of a car, but I’m still waiting to hear where we’re going in it.”
