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She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Great. Just great. And how am I supposed to live my life there? I have school, friends, my whole life here. I can’t just up and leave because you think it’s dangerous. I’ve lived here all my life!” she complained.

My patience was wearing thin, but I forced myself to stay calm.

“Sofia, this isn’t just about what you want. Your father asked me to protect you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“And what about my school? My friends? Am I just supposed to drop everything?” she asked, clearly unconvinced.

Stay patient…

“We’ll figure something out,” I said, my tone softening. “You can continue your studies online, and your friends can visit. But for now, your safety is my top priority.”

She huffed and turned away, clearly not happy with the situation, but I really didn’t care. She shook her head and walked into her bedroom, and I followed her.

The walls of her room were painted a soft pastel pink. There were a few posters of Taylor Swift hanging on the walls alongside some beautiful pictures of the Tuscan countryside that I knew she’d taken herself. A cozy bed with a floral duvet was neatly made in the corner, next to a small wooden desk cluttered with schoolbooks and a laptop. The room was filled with personal touches—a bookshelf overflowing with books, a few framedphotos of her and her friends, and a string of fairy lights draped around the window.

It was sweet and it instantly reminded me that she was a teenager, and I was her dad’s best friend.

“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed.

“This is just how it needs to be, Sofia,” I replied gently.

What do I need to do to get this girl to come with me?

I took a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back. Sofia stood by her desk, defiance radiating from every pore. Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pressed into a tight line. She wasn’t making this easy, and each second that ticked by tested my patience more and more.

“Sofia, pack your things,” I said, my voice steady but with an edge of command that I knew she couldn’t ignore. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

She narrowed her eyes, the rebellious spark in them igniting into a full blaze.

My cock only got harder.

“And if I don’t want to?” she challenged, lifting her chin defiantly.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. This was for her safety, even if she couldn’t see it right now.

You can’t spank her.

You shouldn’t punish her… not right now, not ever…

“This isn’t a debate, Sofia.”

She huffed and turned her back on me, muttering something under her breath as she began to shove some clothes into a bag. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the frustration in the jerky movements of her hands, the firm set of her jaw. She was pushing every one of my buttons, and it was taking every ounce of control I had not to react.

I kept my hands at my sides and shoved them in my pockets instead of smacking her disobedient backside.

“Fine,” she snapped, spinning around to face me again. “But this is ridiculous. I’m not a child, Massimo. I can take care of myself.”

“You’re not a child, but you’re not invincible either,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.

“I don’t know why you’re being so uppity over this,” she mumbled under her breath, and I had to stop myself from saying anything about what she needed right now.

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and something else—something that sent a jolt of desire straight through me directly to my cock. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting to her defiance.

This wasn’t the time for those thoughts. There wasn’t ever a time for them. Marco was my best friend and his daughter deserved better than this.

Fuck. She needs to be taken in hand.

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