Page 41 of The Don

And best of all, Salvatore holds me until I stop screaming and leaking around his fingers, making me promises with his hands and in Italian — even though I have no idea what he’s saying — about the future we can build together.

I want that more than anything.

His eyes dart to my left, and whatever he sees there makes him pull away.

He squeezes my thigh with his wet hand. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.

Those two words sound as obscene as letting him finger me in a nightclub, but I’m definitely beyond caring what anyone else thinks. I’m into it, and that’s all that matters.

“Salvo!” someone calls in a harsh tone that absolutely ruins my post-orgasmic bliss.

I turn to see a man younger than him, but not by much, I’m assuming by the gray at his temple. He’s standing on the other side of the table, glaring at Salvatore.

I scowl back at him. I’m not a violent person, but I could punch him based on his interruption and the way he’s looking at my man. I don’t like him one bit, but Salvatore has bodyguards to protect him, I guess. I’m just here to look beautiful, so I turn toward Salvatore, wondering what he thinks of this man, just in case I’m being ridiculous.

Speaking of obscene…

Salvatore has brought his fingers to his mouth. I can see my wetness on his digits under the scant light just before he sucks the taste of me from each of his fingers, slowly and deliberately. He savors the taste of my pussy while watching the other man with a deadly glare in his eye.

These hormones are fucking me all the way up because I’m horny all over again.

I think Zoe would call me trashy-fancy right now as well.

17SALVATORE

Luca Giordanonormally never does his own dirty work. It’s one of the many reasons why I can’t respect him.

He’s also loyal to Flavia’s family, no matter that everyone knew the old man thought he was a Neanderthal, and Flavia agreed with her father. Luca was loyal to a fault. After the father’s death, Luca’s allegiances naturally shifted to the daughter. I used to harbor some hope that I could win him over to my side because a man who would be that loyal to someone who didn’t think of him at all was an asset for someone like me. But Luca had more loyalty than sense, and that was not a boon. Some dogs only ever listened to one master, and it was kinder to put them down together.

I might have to eliminate Luca eventually, but for now, he could still be useful to me if I play him correctly. I worried it would take days to draw him out of hiding because he’s too much of a coward to meet me face-to-face, but Shae was right; the offense to Flavia was enough to remind this coward of his spine.

Pathetic.

I gesture to Lorenzo to let Luca through with the hand that was just inside of Shae. The taste of her is making my blood boil, and since I can’t fuck her right now, I decide to channel my lust into rage.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” Luca yells, rushing toward the table, his face red and sweaty, his eyes wild with emotion he can’t even muster in his own defense.

“I don’t believe in shame. And considering the life you’ve lived, you’d be better off abandoning that emotion as well.”

He blusters at that, spittle flying from his mouth. Shae shrinks away from him and grunts low in her throat in disgust.

“We are supposed to be men of honor,” he finally manages to splutter at me.

I could laugh. Or yawn. “All those old lies simply ease the consciences of fools and children. Which one are you?”

Luca’s fists are clenched at his sides. He doesn’t know it, but this is why Flavia’s father didn’t respect him. The old man believed that a man who could not hold his temper was untrustworthy. I don’t tend to agree. I think a man who can’t control his anger can be useful if handled correctly, but he and Flavia were so busy sticking up their noses at men like Luca that they couldn’t see his potential, while Luca was too lovesick to see how much Flavia despised him.

I cannot believe that I wasted years moving this empty chess piece around the board, and for what?

Shae leans into my side, one of her small hands resting on my chest lovingly. While Luca works himself into a frenzy, I take a deep breath and center myself.

I’ve always known that I was taking control of my world for some greater purpose than my own ego, but I was never sure exactly for what. Now, I know.

Shae. Our child. Our future.

Luca curses me, and I reach for the gun at my back.

Clarity. Purpose. Shae.

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