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Chapter Eight

Vincenzo

Stephania’s browser history has been entertaining me all afternoon. My little pet enjoys her porn sites. But it’s the specific searches she’s done on the sites that have my cock hard.

Authority figures. Forced face fucking.

My girl speaks my language.

“Still searching her laptop?” Anton walks into my office with his wife lingering behind him. She heads straight for my bar and pours herself and Anton a drink.

“Hello to you too, Maria.” I say without looking up from the screen as I close out the windows.

“Hi, Vincenzo,” she responds with a bitter tinge. She’s still not forgiven me for breaking up with her cousin. Valerie had been fun to fuck, but she had no personality or strength. If I’d shown her my toys, she probably would have pissed herself.

“What brings you both by?” I lean back in my chair and quietly close the laptop. I’ve been digging around her hard drive all afternoon. There is very little about my pet that I don’t know. Whatever I didn’t find on the computer only took a phone call to find out.

“Checking in on Roberto,” Anton says with raised eyebrows. “Why else would I be here?”

“You could be working,” I point out.

He laughs. “I’ve done enough shit today.”

I don’t bother asking him what he’s done that could qualify as ‘enough’ in his mind. My younger brother has never had the same ethics as I do when it comes to business. Being the second son, he’s had that luxury.

“Roberto’s doing better. The antibiotics are working. No fever today, and Stephania said his wounds look much better than yesterday,” I inform him.

“Good.” Anton downs his drink.

“This girl, the doctor. Is she still here?” Maria asks, hedging at the gossip she’s after. I haven’t dated anyone seriously since before our parents passed away. And it’s been a long time since I’ve kept a girl in my room. So I understand her curiosity.

“She is,” I answer.

“What are we going to do with her once Roberto’s recovered?” Anton asks.

I stare at him in silence. He knows better.

“Maria, go on up to see Roberto. I’ll be up there in a minute.” Anton pats her knee gently.

She places her glass on my desk; the whiskey sloshes up the sides. “Sure.” She doesn’t bother saying her farewells to me. The door shutting behind her is enough for me.

“She’s a little raw about Valerie, still,” Anton explains away his wife’s behavior.

“Valerie was six months ago. And I never promised I’d marry the girl, I said I’d take her to dinner. Which I did,” I point out.

“Yes. I think it’s the three times you fucked her then never called her again that has Maria’s panties in a twist,” Anton laughed.

“Then untwist them,” I say firmly. I won’t put up with temper tantrums even from my sister-in-law. Out of respect for my brother I won’t lay a finger on her, but I won’t allow her in this house if she keeps it up much longer.

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