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It was only when the door slammed shut that the spell was broken.

Okay, FUCK that guy.

He thinks HE’S hot?

YOU’RE hot, too.

Let’s fuck ‘im up.

I had one card up my sleeve that I knew he couldn’t beat, no matter what:

I was the granddaughter of la Vedova – the Widow of Venice.

I didn’t care how many kidnappers he’d saved me from.

If he so much as touched me, Nona would cut his dick off and put his balls in a jar.

And he knew it.

And that was how I was going to make him pay.

I grinned.

This was going to be fun.

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I splashed my face with cold water.

I needed it to regain my composure.

The way she’d been looking at me…

I mean, the girl had been eye-fucking me. No question about it.

Normally that would have made me smirk. It was a little bit of power I could hold over her.

And I did enjoy reducing the bratty little mafia princess to a wide-eyed, tongue-tied simpleton.

But…

FUCK.

She was annoying as hell, yes –

But she was also gorgeous.

And when she was staring at me with those huge, beautiful eyes…

And I could feel her gaze trailing across my body…

I started to get hard.

And I couldn’t let her see that.

Couldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she turned me on –

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