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No, no, no! Screw that. I’m not some pathetic damsel.

I’m the one running the show now. The one who will not be humiliated. The one who will reclaim her power and strength, things I should never have let go of for a second, for anyone!

Before my mind can scream out another syllable, I pull open the door and tilt my head upward as my jaw threatens to drop.

Oh.My.God.

I can’t do this…

Chapter Two

Nick

I drag my eyes over her curves, the luscious tits practically popping out of the top of her dress, the way the material hugs her hips and gives me a view of the long, toned legs that I can almost feel wrapped tight around my head when I tongue fuck her.

Whenbeing the key word.

“Ava Solitano.”

There’s no question. It’s more of an acknowledgement than anything else.

And I don’t miss the look of panic that settles into her expression when I say her name.

We both know why I’m here.

We both know the rules of the game.

And we both know?—

“Yeah, um, look I’m really sorry but there’s been a mistake.” Her cheeks flush a deep red color. “I should have called earlier to save you the trip.”

I stare at her, big blue eyes shimmering with fear. She twists a strand of streaked blonde hair around her finger then tugs it as her gaze falls everywhere but on me.

I’m used to this type of reaction. Welcome it, actually.

Makes them so much more fun to play with.

See, all of these scorned women have delusions of getting revenge on their cheating bastard husbands and fiancés. And they think the best way to get it is to do him just as dirty as he did them.

So they call my private security firm and make arrangements to meet with me, a side business I created by word of mouth after arranging private security for a lonely and largely ignored wife. I fucked her senseless, which was exactly what she needed and wanted.

And I got something in return beyond money.

I got payback. Turns out her scumbag husband was a guy who’d screwed around with the wrong people. The wrong people being my family.

So after I threw her the best fuck of her life, I used it as a way to get access into his private office. Turns out, he’d stolen from us and arranged a deal to unload the goods to one of our rivals for a fuck ton cheaper than we’d paid for them.

I stopped the deal. Took back our goods. Use your imagination for the rest.

When all was said and done, I fucked his wife again for good measure before giving her all the accounts and passwords to his offshore accounts I found in his safe after I broke into it.

Well, almost all. I might’ve kept something for myself. Call it a grievance charge or whatever the fuck.

You don’t mess with the Corsano family and expect to get away with it.

When you work private security, you learn to be observant and become a really good listener. And it wasn’t long until I realized that I could help my family more under an alias than with the threat of my actual name hanging over our enemies.

I also wear a mask for any special “jobs” I take, just for added protection. And judging by the look of shock and fear on Ava’s face, she’s never been hunted and fucked by a masked man before.

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