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I stand up. “I’m not a whore at all! So, I’ve kissed a couple guys. Big deal. I know most Mafia girls are supposed to be untouched, but I’m not. I’ve kissed some guys. Ok? Deal with it?’

He looks at me more closely, and I don’t like it. “Just kissed or more than that?”

“Why should it matter? I doubt you’re a virgin.”

“That’s because I’m a man.” He stands up to his full height, towering over me. “And as a man, I can fuck as many women as I want. But I don’t want any man’s sloppy seconds.”

Before I can help myself, I slap him across the face. The look of anger on Emilio’s face makes me take a step back.

“I am not a whore,” I say. I could easily tell him I’m still a virgin, but I’m not going to give him what he wants. I’m not going to make him happy. I tried to get to know him, but Emilio is determined to keep a distance between us, and there’s no use fighting it. “Now, I’m going back home. Either come with me or stop me. I don’t care. I’m tired. My feet are sore. And I’m annoyed you keep thinking I’m some slut. You’re mean, Emilio. You try to act holier than thou, but you’re really just an asshole.”

I turn away from him and walk away.

For a moment, I think he’s going to let me walk home alone, but then I feel him at my side. “I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

I’m pleasantly surprised he’s willing to do that after our fight, but I’m still fucking mad at him.

We don’t say anything more the entire way home.

CHAPTER 5

Emilio

Caterina turns to me once we reach her front door. “Sorry I slapped you.”

“I’m still going to spank you for that.”

She doesn’t even blush, but she does look a little shocked. “No, you’re not. You like me, Emilio. Even if you act like you don’t. I’m going to get to know you sooner or later.” With a toss of her hair, she walks up to her door, then enters her house.

I just shake my head. Caterina is trouble. Within one night, she was almost assaulted by a drug dealer, involved in a shootout, and slapped me. She’s wrong. I don’t like her. She infuriates me.

I’m not sure how I’m going to marry a girl like her.

I hurry home, so I can get a good night sleep because I want to talk to Rocco in the morning. Maybe I can convince him to let me marry someone else, someone more docile and sweeter.

In the morning, I arrive at his house and knock on the door. Rocco answers after a few minutes.

“Emilio? What are you doing here? The sun us barely up.”

“I can’t marry Caterina.”

He blinks, then sighs and opens the door wider. “Come on in.”

I do. “Rocco, listen. I know I said I’d do my duty to this family, and I was ready to. But I spent more time with Caterina, and you have to understand, she’s trouble.”

“What happened? Where did you spend time with her?”

I hesitate before answering. “At the club. She was there … flirting and dancing with another man.”

Rocco’s eyebrows raise. “Is that so? I might have to have a talk with Francesco. Is he aware of what his daughter is getting up to?”

“No. It was obvious when we were at their house Francesco sees Caterina as his little princess. I scolded her for her behavior, but she just brushed me off. Then we ended up almost getting into a shootout with a drug dealer and?—”

He holds his hand. “Hold on. What?”

“Caterina ran from me and got herself into trouble. How can I marry a girl like that? You need to find me someone docile, someone more like Lara and Ophelia.”

“Trust me. Lara isn’t docile any longer. She might have been when we first met, but I’m pretty sure she was just afraid of me. Now, she speaks her mind and doesn’t hold back. So, even if I marry you to a more submissive woman, it doesn’t mean she’ll stay that way.” He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Emilio, I need Francesco’s contacts, and he will only give them to me if you’re married to his daughter. While Caterina sounds wild, I’m sure you can get a hold on her. Sounds good?”

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