Page 77 of Broken Prince

“I wish you luck getting it back.”

“I don’t need luck, Savio. I’ve got all the power.”

“Is it because of the redheaded vixen?” he asked, licking his bottom lip in a way that made my stomach turn. Savio was not known for taking no for an answer as far as women were concerned. For him ‘no’ was merely a suggestion.

“What redhead?”

“Your maid?” he continued, leaning forward on his seat. “Dad said she’s just a kid…but she’s the one you took to the ball, isn’t she?”

He had no idea if it had been her or not. Enzo had not ratted me out. He was a good kid.

“What if she is?”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a man who wanted little girls,” Francesca piped in sultrily. “I thought you were a man of taste,” she added, resting her hand on her hip.

“I have no attraction for her.” I looked Francesca dead in the eyes. “Or anyone.”

Savio licked his lips again and I knew what that bastard was thinking. If he knew how I felt for Cassie, he’d do everything in his power to take her. If she was on his radar, the poor girl was fucked and I'd have to kill him with my bare hands—consequences be damned.

Savio was three years younger than me but always had some stupid inferiority complex about me. He didn’t just want to be like me—he wantedto beme, and it always included what I had or what I coveted.

And Cassandra West was the ultimate prize. For me, she was everything.

“So I can ask her out? She is a little flat but she’s so short and tiny.” He bit his bottom lip. “I bet her pussy is the tightest I'll ever try.”

It took all my willpower not to jump over my desk and stab him in the neck with my letter opener.

“With as small as your dick is?” I grimaced. “I'm not sure anything could feel tight.”

Francesca let out a small chuckle under a breath. We both knew it was the truth. What Savio didn't have in his pants, he made up in ego.

Savio glowered.

I sighed, waving my hand toward the door. “Be my guest, ask her out, but check with Dom first. I think those two have a thing going on.”

“You’ll pick him over him?”

“Are you actually asking me that? Of course, I would, every time.”

“Cazzo,” he muttered. “You’re telling me the little girl is having a thing with Dom? Domenico Romano?”

I gave him a curt nod.

“Uh…” Savio nodded. “Well, she is definitely more appealing now. If the girl can deal with Dom’s kinks? Mmm, mmm, mmm. I want a piece of that ass.”

I shrugged again. “Ask him.” I was impressed by how placid my voice sounded. “If he is game, do what you like.”

Francesca threw him a victorious look. “I told you it was just stupid; Luca could never go as low as settling for that insignificant girl.”

Savio stood up. “I’ll go see my man, Dom,” he said.

His man?He was in for a fucking wake-up call. Dom hated Savio even more than I did.

“And maybe the three of us can go party later on? I noticed a strip club by the interstate. Maybe we can have some fun,” he continued, rubbing his hands together with excitement.

I couldn’t help but grimace at the thought. I’d passed this place; it looked like an STD with walls. No, thank you.

Francesca ran her hand up my arm and gently raked her nails against the side of my neck.

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