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Return? According to my intel, Serena had been offered a permanent position at Dolce & Gabbana where she interned for the summer. It perfectly played into my new plan.

“Okay, you’ll have to tell me all about it tonight.”

“Absolutely.” She smiles, but it seems forced. “There’s not much to tell anyway. I want to hear about you and Raf and all the amazing sex you’ve been having.”

My stomach churns at the comment. I may hate thebastardo, but he’s still my younger brother and I do not need to hear about his sex life.

“Please, I know you, Sere, I’m sure you’re having just as much sex if not more than us. Just with more of a variety of guys. You’re still on Tinder, aren’t you?”

A wicked grin curls her lips. “I just can’t stay away.”

And just like that, I know exactly how to catch this mafia princess.

CHAPTER 9

MINE NOW

Serena – Present Time

The limo speeds down Fifth Avenue and for once in my life, I wish we were stuck in the typical traffic of Manhattan. Instead, we zip eastward, the quiet streets blurring by through the tinted windows. My heart is a mad drumbeat in my chest, but I ignore it, breathing slowly to force the calm.

“Get your fucking goon off me!” The guy who just shoved me into the car yanks my arms behind my back, and I grind my molars to keep from crying out. That motherfucker is trying to break my damned arm.

“Say please,tesoro, and I’ll think about it.”

Tesoro? Treasure, really?

“Fuck you, Antonio.”

He slides to the end of the seat, nods at the guy holding me down and the asshole releases me. A feral smile kicks up the corners of his lips. “Oh, good, you remember me, then?”

I snap my jaw shut, pressing my lips into a hard line. Like I’d ever admit that dark gaze has starred in more than a fewnaughty dreams. Well, that’s the end of that. “Sure, you’re the less attractive Ferrara brother.”

That smirk flips upside down, and the groove between his dark brows deepens. “Ah, so of the Kings’ heiresses, you’re the funny one?”

“Among other things.” I’m also lethal as fuck.

“Put on your seatbelt,” he hisses.

“So kind of you to care.” I pull the strap across my shoulder as I search the floor, praying for some miracle that the guy who snagged me grabbed my purse before jumping into the car behind me. No such luck. I almost cry at the thought of losing Dolce. I hazard another quick peek out the window. We’re on the FDR now, heading out of the city. That’s not good. “So what the hell do you want from me? Or are you really just looking for a quick fuck?” I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bat my lashes, offering a sexy smile. My gun isn’t my only weapon, and I’m more than willing to use whatever it takes to get out of this situation. “If you promise to bring me home, I might be willing to overlook the kidnapping and give you a night you’ll never forget.”

A dark chuckle parts his lips, and he seems as surprised by the warm sound as I am. “I wish it were that easy.”

“It can be. I’ve been told I’m a sure thing.” I slide to the end of the supple leather seat and cross my legs. My sexy romper hikes up my thigh.Thanks, Mom and the endless hours of yoga, for the killer legs.

His piercing gaze traces down my body, over the plunging neckline revealing my cleavage and scorching a fiery trail until it reaches the scandalous hem of the shorts. “If only we’d met under different circumstances, I would have been more than happy to take you up on the offer. You shouldn’t have run off so quickly the first time we met. Perhaps things would have turned out differently between us.”

The man beside me shifts, and I catch his hungry gaze on my upper thigh.

A beastly growl vibrates Antonio’s throat as his eyes follow the man’s gaze. “Smettila di guardarla così o ti cavero gli occhi.”

Wow. Possessive much?Stop looking at her like that or I’ll gouge your eyes out… Damn, someone doesn’t like anyone else playing with his toys. I play dumb, pretending I don’t understand a word. Taking on the role of ditzy blonde has proven invaluable more times than I can count.

“Anyway, who says we can’t make up our own rules?” I offer.

“I’ll be the only one making the rules,tesoro.”

That’s what you think. “So what’s the play here?” I glance out the tinted windows as the city grows farther away. A hint of nerves scrapes at my insides, but I ignore the sensation. Freaking out won’t help anything. I have to stay calm and come up with a plan. Clearly, he doesn’t want me dead, or I’d already be nothing more than a blood splatter on Fifth Avenue.

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