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Massimo’s jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes. “Young lady, do you know how dangerous that was?”

“I do,” I whispered, and he gave me a look that said I was undoubtedly getting spanked over this. My pussy clenched as a spike of arousal raced through me at the thought.

“When we get home, I’m going to decide whether or not we’re going to discuss this with my belt. Now, tell me what you heard,” he continued.

My bottom clenched knowingly, and I swallowed hard, but I immediately rushed into what I had to say because it needed to be said.

“He went out to a small courtyard and made a call. I overheard him saying that Raffaele is planning a distraction here at the fundraiser. Something that will give them time to hit shipments undetected. He mentioned following instructions and sticking to a timeline.”

Massimo’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening as he processed my words. “Did he say what kind of distraction? Or which shipments they’re targeting?”

I shook my head. “No, but he seemed confident that everything was set. He said they would be ‘in and out before anyone realizes what’s happening.’ And he said Raffaele doesn’t suspect thatthey’re being watched. Whoever this man was, he’s involved in something big, and it’s happening soon.”

Massimo ran a hand through his hair, pacing the length of the room as he considered the implications of what I had said. “If Raffaele’s planning to do something here, it could be a cover for anything—a hit on one of our shipments, a move against a rival, or maybe even something else.” He paused, his eyes meeting mine, a mix of determination and frustration swirling in their depths. “And if he’s targeting our shipments, it means he’s more entrenched in this than we thought.”

“What do we do now?” I asked, looking to Massimo for guidance. The urgency of the situation hung between us, and I drew in a deep breath.

Massimo’s gaze sharpened, and I could see the gears turning in his head. “First, we need to confirm exactly what he’s up to. If we can figure that out, we might be able to stop him before he does any real damage.”

He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Enzo. “I’m getting my men on this. Enzo can start digging right away. If Raffaele thinks he can pull something off right under our noses, he’s got another think coming.”

I nodded, my resolve strengthening. “I’m with you. Whatever it takes, we can’t let him get away with this.”

Massimo looked at me, his expression softening just a fraction. He reached out, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. “You did well, Sofia. I’m proud of you for catching this.”

A warmth spread through me at his praise, and I squeezed his hand back.

“And your belt?” I asked a bit nervously and his gaze narrowed as he found mine.

“Do you think you still deserve a belting,la mia bambina?”

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find the words, all while my clit flared to life like a little fucking traitor.

“Maybe a little,” I finally managed, and he grinned, his eyes darkening as he reached out and pulled me close to him.

“Then when this is all over, I’ll make sure that sweet little ass is very well marked from my belt,” he whispered, and I shivered hard, dropping my fingers to brush over the leather strap at his waist. It was soft, well-conditioned, like butter against my fingers.

My pussy clenched hard.

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“Yes. You’d be disappointed if it didn’t, wouldn’t you?” he asked and I blushed hard, pressing myself against him as a wave of heat swept up my face.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good, now you’re going to be a good girl and stay by my side for the rest of the night, or else I’m going to use the belt to truly punish you instead of just getting that pretty pussy soaking wet,” he threatened.

“I’ll be your good girl,” I said softly, and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. Pulling me in for a kiss, his lips found mine and devoured me for several long seconds before he pulled back.

“You’re so much more than I anticipated,bambina,” he whispered and then he reluctantly pulled away like letting go of me was the hardest thing in the world.

My heart swelled just a little bit.

In silence, Massimo led me out of the safety of the private lounge, his hand firm on my lower back as guidance. When we stepped back into the grand ballroom, I held my breath, lifting my head high and pulling my shoulders back. I needed to pretend like nothing was wrong and amongst these people, I had to put on the performance of a lifetime. One wrong move and it would cause a ripple effect that we potentially couldn’t come back from.

I scanned the room, my eyes seeking out Raffaele or any sign of the man I had followed earlier. I didn’t see them anywhere and that didn’t sit well with me. What were they going to do? Who were they planning to hit?

Massimo leaned in close, his voice a low murmur in my ear. “Keep your eyes open. If anything seems off, let me know immediately. We can’t afford to be caught off guard.”

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