Page 83 of Little Rabbit

“I’ll take it,” I tell the jeweler simply.

“An excellent choice, sir,” he says as he pulls the items away. “I’ll box these up for you.” He glances at Nico. “And was there anything you wished to see, Mr. Armani?”

“I’ll take the necklace,” Nico tells him tightly. “Ensure it is packaged with care.” The jeweler nods, not taking offense to his gruff tone.

“And you, Dante?” I ask casually, glancing at the man by the door. “Perhaps you’ve had time to figure out what kind of ring you want?”

Dante’s eyes are cold as they stare back at me. “As far as I’m concerned, your men aren’t with you, which means we have carte blanche this time to kill you and leave your body here,” he informs me coldly. “No one would be the wiser.”

“Ah, but Sofia would cry for me and you would feel bad,” I reason with a wicked smile on my face. It’s far too easy to mess with him and Nico. The two of them really need to loosen up.

“About as bad as a hole in the head,” Dante retorts. “Get your things and let’s go. I have more important things to see to than dealing with you.”

I just grin at him and pay the jeweler, slipping the ring box into the inner pocket of my suit coat. Nico takes the small case with his own purchase and does the same, ignoring me when I pretend to flutter my lashes at him.

The drive back to Nico’s home is silent, but I don’t bother to hold back my grin. When we get back, I head inside and go to find Sienna. Anticipation builds inside me, knowing that she’s going to fight me on the engagement ring, but I don’t plan on letting her win this one. We’re going to be married at the first opportunity. I want it clear to everyone she belongs to me, and the easiest way is with a ring on her finger.

I make my way up to our room, stepping inside, but stop when I realize that the room is silent and there’s no sign of her. I glance at my phone but see no messages from Alonzo or Mario, so I suppose that means that they’re somewhere in the house. I send Alonzo a text and he messages back that they’re in the pool.

I narrow my eyes at that, not liking it at all that Sienna’s body is exposed to his gaze. Jealousy burns in my gut, but I push it down. I never have anything to fear from Alonzo, and he would have made sure he was the only guard around to prevent anyone else from seeing her. I leave the room, stalking down the hall to the steps that will lead me to the first floor.

When I reach the pool room, Mario is waiting outside and opens the door. I walk down the steps, hearing feminine laughter before I reach the bottom. When I reach the bottom, I glance to my right and see Alonzo lurking in the shadows, but the scowl on his face is nearly feral. I arch a brow, but when I follow his gaze and see Rori lounging on the pool floater in a tiny white bikini, I just smirk and continue until I’m closer to the pool.

My gaze instantly goes to Sienna, who’s wearing a two piece polka dot bathing suit that cups her generous breasts, and rises high on her hips. She looks stunning, and I’m instantly hard thinking about peeling it off of her. She turns when she hears me approach, and her lips pull up into a knowing smirk when her eyes lock with mine. They’re all in the middle of the pool, so a bit too far for me to reach her without getting in myself. “Having fun, coniglietto?” I ask her.

“Mmm, the pool is nice and warm,” she tells me with a slow smile.

“Though it just got a lot hotter with you in here, handsome,” Rori remarks, making me grin. Sienna just rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you strip down and get in? We won’t look. Much,” she adds with a laugh. Then she laughs a bit more when Sienna splashes her.

“Get your own man to ogle, bitch,” Sienna laughs. “This one is all mine.” She grins at me, but I see the possessive heat that matches my own reflected in her eyes.

“Is Nico back too?” Gia asks me curiously.

I nod. “He’s a bit cranky,” I tell her with a grin.

Gia rolls her eyes and laughs. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with why your nose is bruised and you have a bit of blood on your lip, would it?” she asks me. I shrug, uncaring. “Alessio, you really do have a death wish sometimes, don’t you?” She slips from the float into the water and heads for the steps. “I guess I should go and see if I can keep him from murdering anyone.”

“Gia, if you’re going to find your man and fuck his brains out, you can just say that,” Rori laughs.

Gia tosses her a sheepish look but doesn’t reply as she climbs the steps. I turn my gaze away, because I definitely don’t need Nico coming to find me and killing me for seeing her. Especially not when I have my own goddess to watch as she slips from her own float and swims over to the edge I’m standing at. I watch hungrily as she pulls herself up, water sluicing off her and making the fabric of her suit cling to her enticingly. She’s stunning, and I can’t wait to make her mine.

“Cara mia, you’re lucky I am an understanding man,” I tell her as I reach out and cup her chin in my hand. “Looking like that with another man around to see. Perhaps it’s been too long since I reminded you what happens when you let another man see what’s mine.”

Her eyes flash with heat at my words. “Is that right?” she asks softly. “I don’t see a ring on my finger, so that means I still belong to myself. Do you remember what happened the last time you told me I belonged to you and acted like a possessive asshole?”

The darkness inside me rears its head in anticipation at the look in her eyes. At the challenge she’s laying down in front of me. “Maybe it’s you that’s forgotten, coniglietto. Apparently, I’ve been far too soft and you need a reminder.” I move my hand from her chin to her throat, pressing down on the now fading bite mark on her neck and making her shiver. “Something I’ll be remedying the minute we’re alone. But until then.” I use my other hand to pull out the ring box from my suit coat pocket. I expertly open the top with a flick of my finger, revealing the engagement ring. “We can solve the ring issue right now.”

The heat in her eyes is replaced by shock as she stares at the ring and matching band. “Alessio,” she breathes, and then her eyes lift to mine, panic starting to filter through.

“You’re mine, Sienna Harris, and nothing you or anyone else says is going to change that. But the minute I can marry you, I’m going to. We can do big, small, or just us and the priest, I don’t fucking care. But you’re going to be mine in every possible way as soon as possible.”

“But, we agreed no marriage talk right now. Not with all this going on,” she protests, swallowing hard under my hand.

“You were the one who said that, not me,” I correct her smugly. “And if I remember correctly, I was deep inside you when that was mentioned, and listening to you deny things that are definitely going to happen was not high on my list of priorities. So I didn’t agree to any such thing.”

“And you just don’t care what I want?” she asks darkly, stepping back away from me.

“Normally, yes, but in this, no,” I tell her simply. “You’re mine, Sienna, and I want it to be very clear to any stupid fucker that thinks they have any rights to look at you or touch you.”

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