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I’m done with everything. I’ve had too much. These men are all assholes, and I’d rather be dead than marry any of them.

“If I choose death, will it be quick or slow and torturous?”

Domenic looks at me with surprise, “Quick. While my brothers believe you deserve it, I am not interested in causing you pain.”

“Then I choose death.”

Chapter Nine

DOMENIC

I stand and pull the gun out of the back of my pants, walking over to the side of the bed. I stop near her head and put my firearm to her forehead, “This is what you choose?”

Giada closes her eyes and breathes calmly, “Yes.”

She doesn’t look scared. A scene of peace washes over her face. She truly wants this. Beautiful Giada is suicidal, and it makes me so angry I can’t see straight. I storm out of the room, slam the door and head downstairs. The threat of death was supposed to scare her, so she’d agree to marry me. I never intended on killing her. Damian says I let her get under my skin. Of course, I disagreed, but her being so ready to die has me wondering because this upsets me far more than it should. The fact that she’s simply given up pisses me off. I don’t know her well, but I know she’s stronger than this. I’m used to people begging for their lives. Doesn’t everybody want to live? Why doesn’t she?

I storm back upstairs, no less furious than before. I open the door, “New choice. Either you become my wife or Natalia gets taken, tortured, and eventually killed. I’ll let my men do as they please with her.”

She gasps as tears roll down her cheeks, “You really are the devil.”

I shrug, “I never claimed otherwise. What’s your choice, Giada?”

Her head hangs down to her chest as her cries grow louder, before long, her sobs echo in the room, “Fine. I’ll do whatever you want if you don’t hurt her.”

I unlock her handcuffs. She looks at me in surprise, “You’re letting me go?”

Chuckling, I say, “No, sweetheart. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then why are you uncuffing me?”

Climbing over her, I place a hand on the mattress on either side of her, flashing her an evil grin, “Because I’m going to fuck you. I’m hoping you fight me, claw at my skin, and beg for freedom knowing you’ll never get it.”

“Please don’t take my virginity.”

I chuckle, “Bellissima, I’m not a good man. I’m not the man that cares. I’m the bad guy. The man that haunts you in your dreams, lives in your nightmares. But I’ll be nice, this once. I’ll make you come before I rip your cunt to shreds.”

“Please, Dom. Not like this.”

Her calling me Dom catches me off guard, so much so, that all the air escapes my lungs. The only person that ever called me that, was my dead mother and my baby sister. For some reason I like it even though I don’t want to.

“Say it again.”

“Please, Dom. Not like this.”

I get off the bed and glare at her, “Fine. You have two days before you become mine. Until then I won’t touch you. Bellissima, don’t be confused. I’m not a good guy. I have no intention of not fucking my wife. Once we are married, your cries will not stop me. I will take what’s mine.”

“Thank you, Dom.”

“My servant will bring you clothes you can wear. You have free reign of the house but if you give me a reason, I will take it away. If you try to leave, I’ll hunt you down. When I find you, I’ll fuck you and kill you.”

She attempts to cover her naked body with her arms as she glares at me.

“Do we understand each other?”

“Yes,” she bites with venom lacing her tone.

I am tempted to remind her who she’s talking to. I could easily tie her up, spank her ass until it’s bleeding, and fuck her until she cries. This woman is my temptation. Part of me hopes she runs. I want to find her and fuck her. For now, I have to honor my word and not touch her until she’s, my wife. This is going to be the longest forty-eight hours of my life. Once we are wed, I don’t care how much she cries about being a goddamn virgin. The night of our wedding, I’m fucking her. I can’t wait to tell her father I took her virginity. Even more so, I can’t wait to tell Enzo-fucking-Bianchi, I took his bride. Do I know I’m starting a war? Yes, I’m well aware. In fact, I’m counting on it. It’s a fight I’ll win.

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