Page 32 of Promise Maker

Grasping at composure, I hit back with, “Once mydad’s killer is found, I’m going home. You can’t fucking stop me.”

“You don’t seem to understand. Allow me toenunciate.” He tugs me into his chest, grip tightening. “You. Will.Never.Leave.”

The intensity from his body and tone heats themost intimate part of me.

Acting tough, I remind him, “You swore to my dadnot to pursue me, so why the fuck should I remain here once you’ve found hiskiller?”

Domenico takes a hard swallow, hisadam’sapple bobbing. “I enjoy staring at pretty things,even better when they’re close.”

“I’m not an object,” I grit, though my voice isweakening. “I’ll eventually get out of here, and you’ll be back to stalking myIG like a creep.”

His fingers dig into my flesh. “Do not test me,Solari. I might lose control, take you to my bed, and spread you wide. You’llend up disgracing your father’s memory since that is what you fear so much.”

Lose control, the dirty side screams.Spreadme.

“Quit the possessive bullshit,” I say instead.

Domenico growls, his hot minty air bathing my faceand transmittingfuck mesignals to my moist pussy.

I should push him back, but I’m thrilled by hisrough touch and blatant lust. So much that my clit spasms and a soft moanescapes me unexpectedly, leaving me in a fog of shame.

It seems to snap him out of his desire. Theintensity clears from his eyes, and he lets me go.

Like a hungry animal, my flesh longs for hisreturn.

Domenico twists away, combs his hand through hishair, and faces me again. “I have work tonight. It’ll be late. I’ll inform thesecurity not to let you step foot out the gates. I don’t know what I’d do ifsomething happened to you.” His tone is calmer, more sincere.

“Don’t do that again, Solari,” he adds. “Unlessit’s with me. You have to be careful.”

Ifoldmy arms and bitedown my pride. “Fine. I won’t leave unless you’re with me.”

“Buona.” Tension departshis shoulders, and Domenico motions for me to go inside.

He shadows my steps, walking so close that theintensity propels the speed of my heart. It doesn’t calm even when I reach themain entrance.

A streak of heat snakes down my spine at the lighttouch of his hand at my shoulder.

I stall and glance behind, only to see Domenicotreading in the opposite direction.

He doesn’t look back.

The thought crosses my mind. That perhaps thegentle touch, though it may seem simple, gave him something he needs to make itthrough whatever he has planned tonight.

10

“Leonardo confessed everything,” my father sayswhen the car slows down near the entrance of the pier. It is dark. The perfectcover for what we’re about to do. “The rat should be on the boat, preparing thestack.”

Rodrigo and the men load their guns.

I check my clips, grabbing extras just in case.

“Let’s send a message to anyone who thinks theycan steal from me,” Father declares.“Nessunapietà per il disonorevole.”Nomercyfor thedishonorable.

As we repeat the words of the Martelli men beforeour time, my dark side takes over.

Ibecomeportatore di morte.

The bringer of death.

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