Page 133 of Sin & Sapphire

The clever fucker. Why hadn’t we thought of that? Fucking brilliant. Luca Russo could come play with us any time.

“You are not chipping me like a goddamned animal,” she snarled, scrambling to her feet.

“The fuck he’s not,” I snapped. “Don’t you dare move,” I commanded her.

Ana froze, looking at me with those big, tremulous eyes, as if remembering who was really in charge of her.Sì, puttana—me. I strode the two steps to her side and wrenched her back down to kneeling by her hair, delighted to see tears leak out of her eyes. Russo might have her heart, but I owned her fucking soul.

Russo crouched in front of her and pinched her jaw hard, turning her head to look at him. “Ana, I cannot take care of you if I don’t know where you are.”

Ana jerked her head but couldn’t wrench her jaw out of his hands with my hold on her hair. “I didn’t ask you to take care of me, asshole.”

Luca’s eyes turned flinty, and he cupped the back of her head below my hand, gently turning her face back to his.

“You shouldn’t fucking have to ask.” He brushed his lips against her forehead. She trembled in our hold but stopped trying to get away.

“Luca,” she whispered, “don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

“Hold her, Costa.”

I kept one hand in her hair, pulling it tight, then tilted her head down so Luca could access the back of her neck. Russo prepared the gun, ripping the vial open with his teeth and sliding the chip onto the long needle that would shoot it under Ana’s skin.

“Sir?”Ana’s whispered plea went straight to my cock. God, I loved it when she was uncertain and begging me for reassurance.

“You’re going to share the data with us,” I said to Russo, ignoring Ana.

He flashed a grin full of straight white teeth, and briefly, I saw the same charm Ana did. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

“Sit still, angel.”

Ana’s baleful glare would have destroyed a lesser man.

“It’s going to sting,” Russo murmured.

“Fuck you,” she snarled, then gasped when he plunged the needle into her nape and pressed the trigger.

The gun clattered when he dropped it to the ground. He attempted to gather her into his arms, but she jerked away, rising to her feet. “Fuck you, Luca, and fuck you too, Angelo.”

She stormed off to stand with her back to the counter, rubbing her neck to soothe the pain.

I would have punished her for her insolence, but Russo treated her like she had the right to protest. He sure as fuck was going to have to figure it out who was in charge in this household.

No. Absolutely not. There would be no figuring it out. Ana belonged to me. And Valentin. Not this fucker. No matter how much I liked his style right now.

Russo set his duffle on the counter beside the flowers and rustled around inside. He pulled out a white box—a cell phone. “Here,” he said, holding it out to Ana with a lopsided grin. “A year of service, paid for with a gift card bought with cash.”

“No,” I snapped, but Ana had already grabbed the box. “It’s too?—”

Ana’s lips curled up in a grim smile. “Too dangerous? Too much of a temptation? Too what? Am I still a flight risk?”

She wasn’t. She’d come back after the shootout. She could have run. She could have taken off again and used the Costa network to hide until she could escape. And she didn’t. My mind skittered away from examining why too closely.

Luca’s eyes darted between us, but I wasn’t going to be the first to admit that we’d coerced Ana into a kinky, polyamorous, sexual relationship. I’d punish her for her sarcasm later.

“There’s an app on there that lets you track our phones,” Luca continued. He held out his hand to me. “I’ll install it on yours.”

“The fuck you will.”

“The fuck I won’t. You’re not tracking Ana unless she can track you too.”

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