Page 46 of Passion and Revenge

He slants me a glance, noting my obvious evasion. I’m a fool not to have taken into account that someone will take note of my recent suspicious movements.

If someone has noticed, then I’m sure it won’t be difficult either for someone else to trace me back to Sienna, which is why I need to resist the pull to see her. A sense of discomfort crawls down my spine at the thought of one of my enemies finding out about her.

Have I made her a target by taking her? Do I need to check on her to make sure she’s?—

Damn it.

Here I go again, finding some flimsy excuse to see her.

I don’t need to see her. Maurizio has it all under control. He’ll alert me if something’s wrong. Him or the one million other security precautions I put in place. And so far, my phone has been blessedly silent, which means my prisoner is exactly how I left her.

Fucked out and dripping my cum.

My cock twitches, and I clench my jaw and will my boner not to make an unwanted appearance.

It’s been three days since I lost the battle against resisting the prosecutor’s daughter—three days since I told myself one taste would be enough. Bitterness makes my lips curl.

I knew touching her would be a mistake. I just didn’t realize how much of a catastrophe it would be. If I had known that three days later, I would still be able to taste her on my tongue, then I’d never have touched her.

Liar.

“Something the matter?” Gonzales’ rough voice drags me back to the present.

“Problem?” My voice is arctic cold.

“You are distracted.” He frowns at me. “Should I be worried about the goods?”

“No,” I assure him. “All your money is there, washed and untraceable. I even threw in a little gift as a thank you for being a loyal customer.”

Brown eyes narrow in my direction. “I don’t trust gifts.”

“You’ll like this one,” I say impatiently, motioning at one of my men. He nods in understanding and approaches us with a small wooden box.

I unlatch and open it with a smug smile. “What were you saying about not trusting gifts?”

When I glance at Gonzales, he’s wearing a look of pure greed, eyes fixed determinedly on the green gems twinkling in the box.

“Where did you get these?”

I chuckle. “I’m afraid we aren’t quite in a place in this relationship where we can just spill our secrets.”

“You won’t tell me?” he snarls.

“It’s only fair,” I reply with a shrug. “Since you won’t tell me where you get those guns from.” I raise a brow inquisitively, but he presses his mouth into a thin, stubborn line. Just as I thought. I clasp him on the shoulder. “In that case, we’ll both live to keep our secrets another day.”

He grunts, unimpressed, but snatches the box away before I can change my mind about giving him a gift that’s almost fifteen million dollars. The same cost as The Revelation.

Fuck. My. Life.

How does everything keep on finding a way back to her?

My phone begins to buzz in my pocket, and I nod at Gonzales before stepping away to pick up the call from an unfamiliar number.

“Speak,” I bark into the phone, hardly in the mood to speak to anyone.

“Mancini.”

My eyes widen when I recognize the hard, authoritative voice on the other end of the line.

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