Page 76 of Broken Prince

I helped myself to a glass of scotch before ringing the guard and asking him to escort Savio up to my office.

I’d need a drink to face the narcissistic asshole.

He knocked at my door.

“Come in.”

He stepped in and anything I was about to say died in my throat. He hadn’t come alone; he'd brought Francesca with him…

Francesca Morena…my ex-fiancée and his current squeeze. She didn’t belong here for so many reasons. The first one was because she was an opportunistic, money-driven bitch…a perfect Mafia wife but not to be trusted in business settings.

“Francesca, at what do I owe the displeasure?” I took a sip, not offering a seat or a drink. They were not welcome and I couldn’t care less about decorum.

She walked closer to my desk, swaying her hips with every step. She went for the sexy secretary look—a black pencil skirt, a red see-through blouse with matching lipstick, her long dark hair in a high sleek ponytail.

It used to do things to me—my dick responding to her beauty. My darkness feeding on hers but not anymore.

“Mi sei mancato, Gianni,tesoro,” she breathed with her sexy voice, leaning forward on my desk, trying to show me her ample cleavage… What a waste of her time.

“You missed me?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “Too bad I can’t say the same.”

She let out a throaty laugh, resting her perfectly manicured hand on her chest. “Gianni, come on.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m Luca or Gianluca. Not Gianni.” I looked up at Savio. “Can you put a leash on your girlfriend?”

Savio popped his gum. His hair parted to the side and was almost shining with all the product in it. With his shirt half open, the thick gold chain and his goldcorno portafortuna, the chili pepper-like pendant resting on his chest hair… He looked like a walking cliché of cheesy Italian culture. This pendant was usually worn as a sign of virility…a protector of your sperm. Fuck, I couldn’t think of any half-sane woman who would even wish of his jersey-shore-reject’s sperm.

“She’s not mine; she does as she pleases,” he replied, his eyes tracking down to her ass. “We just had a little fun.”

Like I would ever stick my dick in any hole he’d been in… I’d rather cut it off.

“I see…” I nodded. “What do you want?”

He finally caved in and sat down heavily on the seat across my desk, Francesca still leaning seductively against the side of my desk… If she thought there was even a chance in hell I’d touch her again, she had another thing coming.

“So you decided to get out of your hermithood.” He started popping his gum again.

“What is it to you? I can do as I please.”

He shrugged, running his hand in his over-gelled hair.Okay, Travolta, dial down the ’70s. “I like to know what’s happening in my town.”

I let out a startled laugh. “Yourtown?”

He frowned like he couldn’t see where he went wrong.

“I’m the capo, Savio. You seem to forget that.”

“No, you’re not; you relinquished your title.”

“Not officially. I’ll take it back when I please.”

“Ifyou please…” he insisted.

“No,whenI please. And it may be sooner rather than later.”

“Have you informed my father?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Why would I? I’m just taking back something that I loaned him for a while.”

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