Page 17 of The Last Vendetta

Still glowering at the closed panel of polished wood, Renzo got up smoothly. His fit physique aided him in moving like a ninja, silent and quick. As he lowered to get my robe and thrust it to me, he kept his stare on the door.

“Giulia.”

“In a moment,” I replied, “I’m indecent.”

Renzo smirked at me as I hurried to get my robe on.

“Giulia, open the door before I do,” Francis ordered. He wasn’t mean about it. I knew he was only doing his job. Even still, I couldn’t hurry. My fingers trembled. I felt the fading waves of my orgasm. My pussy was so sensitive, and on my thighs, my cum stuck to my skin.

Renzo took over, pulling the robe over me and tying the sash quickly.

“Giulia,” Francis warned.

Renzo dropped to his knees, hiding at my feet on this side of the bed where I stood.

Once he lowered out of sight from the doorway, Francis entered.

I huffed an indignant breath, flustered and alarmed. “What is the meaning of this?” I demanded. My heart raced with Renzo hidden in my room. If they found him, he’d be taken away. If he said a word about accusing my father of murder, he’d be dead.

With a funky sense of déjà vu, I hid him from the guards at the doorway. Francis narrowed his eyes, roving the room, and I crossed my arms and cleared my throat.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded.

“Patrol concerns,” he replied. “Someone alerted us to a potential intruder.”

Too late for that. “Don’t you dare wake my sisters.”

Francis nodded, still suspicious but appeased enough to leave the room.

I pulled on Renzo’s hair, tugging him up.

“Fuck,” he hissed at the sting. Catching my hand, he yanked me close for a hard kiss. “You'd better keep your mouth shut about your accusations.”

“About Nickolas?” I smirked. “You too. You can’t go around telling everyone my father killed Luka.”

He growled, kissing me once more. “He’s my enemy. You’re my enemy.”

“Yeah, which is why I need your word that you won’t tell anyone I was with you outside at the wedding.”

He arched one brow, glancing at the bed.

“And that.” I bit my lower lip. “Don’t tell anyone you were here.”

With a final grunt, he kissed me once more. “Why the fuck would I announce that I broke in here at all? I intend to get answers, and I won’t be sidetracked by an easy lay.”

I shoved at him, annoyed all over again. This hot-and-cold routine was gnawing on my nerves. “That wasn’t an ‘easy lay’. I’m still a virgin, and that’s the way it has to be.”

Glowering at me, he shook his head. “I mean it, Giulia. Don’t butt into this business about my brother. You keep your thoughts to yourself and don’t talk about it.”

Is he trying to… protect me? The idea of Renzo wanting to keep me safe felt foreign.

Rushing toward the balcony doors, he left without giving me a chance to demand his silence.

“Renzo!” I hissed, chasing after him as he flung himself over the railing and climbed down.

Spotting guards in the distance, I retreated to the relative security of my room.

One glance at the bed suggested that I’d never feel the same here again.

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