Page 66 of Heartless Vows

“Not really. It’ll take a few more minutes on start up to cover my tracks, but I can use any device you hand me.”

“I have a job for you.”

Surprise flares through me.

“Actually,youhave a job for you, since everything is yours anyway.”

“Wait, what? How is everything hers?” Fiero asks.

“We signed a prenup,” Giorgio says.

I lean forward and meet Fiero’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Tell him he’s insane and needs to take it all back. I don’t want it.”

“Like he’d listen to me? Too bad, boss lady. Sounds like you’re getting everything, even if you don’t want it. Two everything’s, actually. You know he won’t let the Achilleses stiff you of your birthright.”

“I don’t want that, either! Give that to Tristan. I don’t need it, and I never will.”

“I’ll worry about the Achilles family,amore mio. I’ll keep Tristan safe. I’ll secure his future. Maybe I won’t start a war as I do it, but no guarantees,” Giorgio says.

If my burger weren’t so tasty, I might throw it in his face, but before I get the chance to yell at him, he pulls me back in the seat, tucks me against his side, and tilts my chin up to meet his gaze.

“You will protect the Vivaldi and Russo families from cyberattacks. You’ll find whoever is behind this, but you willnotrisk your safety, and you willnotgo rogue. We will discuss everything before deciding what’s next.Capisci?”

I stare in amazement at the intensity shining from his dark chocolate eyes.

When I read the prenup, I thought he was crazy to trust me. I am not qualified to manage what he’s built, but this?

This I can do. Iwantto do this. Already, my mind creates a list of tasks and adds resources I should compile before I even begin.

“Mio Dio, you’re gorgeous. You’ve already started planning, haven’t you?” Giorgio murmurs. He skims his fingers over my jawline and pulls me tighter against him. My seatbelt digs into my hip, but I don’t care. The discomfort is worth it to be near him.

“I’m crashing the car if you start making out in the backseat,” Fiero announces.

“My car. My wife,” Giorgio snarls before kissing me.

I curl my toes in my sandals and wiggle in my seat, only to grimace when I smoosh my burger.

He pulls back and chuckles.

“Finish your food,mia topolina. We’re nowhere near done for the day.”

My heart thuds at the promise in his tone, but my stomach demands more, so I take his advice and chow down. When I decimate the burger and still have room for more, I reach for the bag, but he pulls it away and insists on feeding me fries two or three at a time.

Fiero parks the car and says, “I’ll scope the place. Be back in a second.”

Giorgio pulls a mint out of the bag and offers it to me.

“Do you have gum instead? Sugar doesn’t agree with me,” I say, mindful of all the warning signs my body has given me over the last three days.

He opens the center console and pulls out a pack of sugar free gum. I take the pack and thank him, but as an idea forms, I look between him and the gum a few times.

With embarrassment and arousal heating my face, I shove a piece in my mouth and chew a few times while I unwrap a second piece. When I pinch the end between my teeth and angle my face up to his, his chocolatey eyes turn liquid.

He leans down and kisses me so thoroughly I lose track of our surroundings, and when he pulls back, the gum I’d pre-chewed is no longer in my mouth.

I stare at his jaw as he enjoys both pieces of gum. Lust pools low in my abdomen as the tendons of his face flex.

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