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My heart skips a beat. “This one...what?”

“This one is what I want you to wear. However, don’t get too attached. I’ll be ripping them from your skin and tasting your sweet, juicy cunt soon enough.”

A small squeak escapes my throat. Wide-eyed, mouth agape, I just stare. He did not just say that.

With a wave of his hand, he continues, “And the blue dress in your closet,” like he’s ticking off items on a grocery list.

Stunned and confused, I finally manage to speak. “You want a fashion show?”

“I want you to pack a bag,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Pack? And where exactly am I going?”

Without missing a beat, he stretches a hand to the highest shelf in the closet—the one I need a chair for—effortlessly reaching for the duffle on the top shelf. It lands at my feet with a thud.

“Leaving town,” he announces. His gaze meets mine as that signature, panty-melting Enzo D’Angelo smile finally takes form. “We’re going to Italy.”

CHAPTER 14

Enzo

“I am not going to Italy,” Kennedy argues, though rather unconvincingly. “I can’t.”

This time, it’s her bra drawer I rummage through. I pull out the black lace number with the tags still intact and toss it to her. “Why not?”

“Why not?” she echoes, dropping the bra into the bag like a good girl despite her protests. “Because I have to work.”

“From what I hear, you’re down to just the one job.”

“How do you know that?”

I brush off her question, keeping my focus on the point I want to make. If only she knew how much I stalked her. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone,” I assert, my tone matter-of-fact.

She nibbles that plump lower lip like she’s mulling it over, and I know I’ve almost got her.

“What you need is a vacation,” I counter, sidestepping the fact that her debt is no where near being paid, with Uncle Andre being the asshole he is.

It’s pointless, so delving into all those details when working herself around the clock won’t get her any less killed.

What she needs is an escape.

And what I need is to fuck this girl out of my system once and for all before I have to hand her over to Uncle Andre.

True, I’ll be rushed, but a week should do it.

I picture her in nothing but the black bra and panties, on her knees, her big brown eyes staring up at me as I fist her hair and slide my thick cock between her full lips and down her throat.

The thought of Kennedy on all fours is glorious—and abruptly shattered as Rocco comes into view behind her. “I’m gonna have a great time teaching your little pet how to take it in the ass for me.”

All of a sudden, Rocco and I are struggling over Kennedy like she’s a goddamned wishbone when, out of nowhere, a low growl rips through my chest.

Followed by a Ruff!

The little dog barks, jolting me back to reality and intensifying the pain throbbing in the center of my head.

I pet his head and refocus on Kennedy. Her soft voice is uttering something adorably predictable and inconsequential. “I still have to teach,” she says.

“I’m sure the owner will figure something out,” I say, my tone brisk and authoritative. But her persistent pout softens my demeanor. “It’s only for a week. She can manage without you for that long,” I insist, though, after having met her, I have my doubts.

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