Page 195 of Morally Corrupt

“Let’s assess those skills then,” he drawls as I unzip his pants and nuzzle my cheek against his erection before taking him inside my mouth.

I think I pass with flying colors.

EPILOGUE - BIANCA

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER

“Slow down, B, you’re going to kill both of us!” Adrain grits out as he holds tightly onto his seat.

I don’t reply, merely focusing on the road and pushing on the gas pedal.

Thirty more minutes and we’ll get there.

“B! You’re not thinking straight!”

“I’ll tell you who’s not thinking straight. That Agosti little shit. How dare he enroll at the same university as Diana?”

“It’s a university. Anyone is free to enroll.” He rolls his eyes at me.

“Not him. Not after I told him I would put a bullet through his head if he came near her again.”

“B, he’s a good boy.”

“He’s not a boy, Adrian. He’s a man. A twenty-two year old man who has designs on our daughter. I am not letting this slide.”

“Diana is eighteen. She can date whoever she wants.”

I glare at him.

“What?” I screech at him. “Instead of pulling out a shotgun you’re encouraging this?” I ask in outrage.

“You know I’m not Enzo’s biggest fan. But Luca is different. He’s always been the quiet and studious type. I don’t see him trying to take advantage of Diana.” He sighs.

“That’s because you’re too blind to see. It’s clear as day and night that he’s been harboring a crush on her for years. Before she was eighteen.”

“And he’s stayed away from her.”

“Because I pulled a gun on him every single time I caught him near her. But he must have a death wish if he enrolled at the same university. There are thousands of universities in the world. Why did he have to enroll at Cambridge, too? Tell me you don’t think this is a little too much of a coincidence.”

“B,” he groans. “So what are you going to do? March into the university and shoot him? Don’t think I didn’t see the artillery you packed in the trunk.”

“Maybe,” I grumble.

“You know. You might just ask Diana what she wants. She’s old enough to decide for herself.”

“No, no.” I shake my head. “I don’t care what she wants. No man is good enough for her. Especially that Agosti little shit.”

“B, you’re overreacting.”

“No. I am not. I knew I shouldn’t have let her go to university so far away from us. I should have kept her close,” I mumble under my breath.

“You wouldn’t have been able to stop her from living her life. You’ve already made sure that she never dated while she was at home. She needs to experience life like a normal teenager, not one who can assemble a gun in less than a minute.”

“If only she’d use that gun to shoot any prick who tries to get close to her…”

“Bianca,” Adrian groans.

“You’re her father. You should be more strict with her. How come you’re so lax about this? You should have been the one to drive over there and threaten the living shit out of that Agosti prick.”

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