Page 50 of Sweet Temptation

Shoving the thought away, I shove a piece of chocolate into my mouth and smile. I'm worrying for no reason. I'm not late, I have two days. Rolling my eyes at myself, I grab the packet of chocolate and wander back over to the boys.

"What now?" I ask, looking at Sam.

"Train?" he utters.

Ew. Damon's muscles tense, a glare appearing on his features as watches Sam. "I was kidding." Sam laughs.

My features relax before I turn to Ace and Damien. Their mouths are hanging open and they're staring at me. Why are they—

They're staring at the amount of food I'm eating, aren't they? "Thought you don't like chocolate?" Ace asks.

"Well, I don't, but I'm craving it because my period is due in two days." Ace's face squished up in disgust. I giggle softly until my eyes land on Sam, whose facial expression shows nothing but interest.

And I regret the words I said when he grins. "I don't mind blood on my dick," he announces. Oh god. Really, Sam? Ace bursts into fits of laughter, along with Damien, until they try to catch their breath.

"Shut the fuck up, Delgado." Damon rolls his eyes.

Sam shoots me a teasing smile before he turns on one of my favourites. Pretty Little Liars. "We kind of owe you, since horror movies scare you," Ace replies.

Damien nods slowly and Sam shoots me a smile. Awe, I love my hockey boys. I grin and tug Sam back on the couch.

Switching sides, I lay my head across his lap and shove my arse in Damon's direction, which I'm sure he enjoys. "Awe, why didn't you do that for little old me?" Sam winks at me.

I roll my eyes but okay it off. "You can dream, Sammy." I smirk.

"Oh, I do." He grins.

Lord.

"Jesus, Sam!" Ace replies. Damien chuckles under his breath softly as the first episode of season five plays across the screen.

I wouldn't change my decisions for the world. These boys mean so much to me and they’re good friends. If I had to do it all over again, I would definitely choose to tutor Damon in creative writing. I couldn't live without these assholes.

Even if the majority of them are killers.

TWENTY-EIGHT

I took Hanna upstairs for twenty minutes earlier and told her why I had the reaction I did when I saw her brother. I knew who the outfit mafia prince was… I just didn’t know that Hanna was his sister—I didn’t know his sister was even alive.

And why was his reaction the same as mine? It should have clicked, but it never did. Her brother is Harley Sovrano, son of Nicolai and Angelina Sovrano.

Yet both the children went by their mother's maiden name at school, Monroe. But in all reality,

Hanna's real name is Hanna Marie Monroe-Sovrano. Her father is the capo of the New York Outfit. The girl I have a weakness for is a mafia princess, and she didn’t even know it.

I did because she was on the news my first year of college. She "ran away" as she framed it. Though she was here the entire time. And I didn’t realise who she was until I saw Harley's contact in her phone and some teenage photos of her and a blonde chick.

She is the mafia princess of the New York outfit and an enemy to me. Her family and Scarlet's are in sync. Scarlet's father is the consigliere of the outfit, Alexander Rose. Why didn’t any of this click until now? The girl I have been desperately trying to hold on to is the enemy.

The fucking enemy. As is Scarlet. I'm more fucked now than I was in the beginning.

I've been sitting on this sofa since we returned trying to figure out what the hell is going to happen. What in the fuck I am going to do? All the while, I have had Damien glaring at me. Because not so long ago, I accused him of having an enemy affair with Scarlet.

Yet, here I am, months later, and I'm only just finding out who Hanna really is. Pushing my thoughts aside, I rejoin the conversation and avoid Damien's eyes.

Pulling Hanna off Sam's lap, I yank her toward me. "We need to finish that conversation. You don't know what this means," I whisper into her hair.

Hanna shoots me a frown before pressing her lips to mine. "My brain can only handle so much. All I got so far was I'm a mafia princess and we are enemies. I can't handle this right now," she breathes against my lips. I'd be crazy if I said I didn’t want her. Because I do, in fact, want her. It's just more complicated now.

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