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She grabs her phone from the coffee table in front of her and begins to scroll through it. I know she’s right. There’s more to it than just sex in a storage room. There’s something about him I can’t quite explain. It’s like he’s a puzzle piece that fits perfectly into the missing spot in my life that I didn’t even know existed.

But to him, when he finds out the truth about me—if he ever does—I’ll be nothing more than a tool his family’s rival used against him. He’ll hate me for it.

Chapter Seven

Vincent

“You can no longer run from this, Vincent,” Marcus says with a gruff voice. “It’s time you accept you’re part of this family.”

I glance at Dominic, but he nods in agreement with Marcus. I think my brothers are ganging up against me and to be fair, they’ve let me off for as long as they could.

Being born as the third son of the Cosa Nostra Capo meant one thing; escaping this world was impossible.

Most men in our world become made men at the age of twelve, some even younger. It is either that or die. Cowards and weaklings aren’t tolerated, but Dominic had let me get away with it simply because I was his brother.

But I’m not ready yet. I’ll never be ready for the brutality, chaos, and bloodshed. It’s just not who I am.

“I’m not running, brother. I wasn’t born for this world.”

“You’re a Romano, Vincent. All Romano’s are born for this world,” Dominic chimes in. “Our family needs you.”

“What will you do if I don’t? Kill me?”

Dominic’s jaw clenches, his eyes darkening. “You’re my blood, Vincent. I would sooner put a gun to my own head before I kill you. But we have to do what must be done.”

“And that is me becoming part of the Cosa Nostra?” I scoff, closing my eyes and clenching my fists. I’m trying to control myself, to hold off the anger growling to life in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes,” Marcus answers sharply. He’s always straight to the point.

“My answer is no. Do what you must.” I push up from my seat. “Do not invite me here if that is all you have to say.”

I’m walking out the door when Dominic’s question brings my feet to a halt.

“That girl, Isabella. How well do you know her?”

I grit my teeth, my nostrils flaring as I spin around. “Don’t you dare bring her into this. She knows nothing about the mafia.”

He smirks. “Are you certain?”

I want to say yes, but the word catches in my throat. As much as Dominic thrives on bloodshed, he’s not the type of guy to gamble with innocent people’s lives. If he’s asking about her, then it means he suspects something.

“Why? Is there something I should know?” I ask.

“She’s your problem now, figure it out yourself.” He takes his attention to the iPad on his desk, marking the end of our discussion.

I nod at Marcus then walk out the door.

I’m struggling with my thoughts when I climb into my Lamborghini Revuelto, not that I haven’t been struggling with my thoughts since that night in the storage room. I’ve been thinking of Isabella, the way her body felt against mine and the way she clenched around me.

She’s been my every waking thought since that night. I’ve become addicted to her strawberry and vanilla flavor and her scent. I’m intoxicated by her for all the right reasons.

But I’m not stupid either.

If there’s something about her my brothers know, then I need to find out what it is. It wouldn’t be unlike Dominic to be paranoid about a woman like Isabella, he’s been that way since our parents were murdered and he became the Capo of the Cosa Nostra. Him and trust don’t go hand in hand.

I don’t blame him though, his paranoia is the only reason we’ve made it this far. He and Marcus. I haven’t been of any help to them, but there’s a war and I know I must help my family in any way I can.

Placing my phone on the console, I strap my seat belt and ignite the car engine, ready to drive off when someone knocks on my window.

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