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Fabio nods slowly.

He thinks for a while, standing quietly.

“Gio, I think the best way to handle this situation is whatever way is the quietest. Your companies are always under public scrutiny. Your clients, your allies, your enemies - none of them should find out about this. We need to avoid a scandal. Whatever you do - that should be your focus.”

I sigh, staring at the dark liquid on my mug. “I have to let them move in to the estate.” I mutter.

“I agree.” He says without emotion.

“Fuck.” I say in agitation.

I’m standing on the front step, staring down at Zina and Guido while they climb out of the car I sent to collect them.

“The driver will bring your things inside.” I say.

Guido shoots me a glare that tells me his mother told him everything.

The boy is clearly not interested in getting to know me. He already hates me. I sigh and walk back into the house, letting them take their time.

When Zina steps inside, Guido is close at her side.

I gesture for them to follow me upstairs, weaving through the wide hallways towards the back of the mansion where I’ve had two rooms prepared for them.

The back of the house is where my guests usually stay. It’s private and out of the way and it’s perfect for them. The rooms are massive and tastefully modern. Bright, natural sunlight streams in through wide balconies and each room has its own private bathroom. There is a second swimming pool in the back garden that they can use without coming into contact with the rest of the house. They have privacy from us - and we have privacy from them.

“That is your room.” I gesture for Guido to go inside. He glances at his mother.

“Go ahead.” She says, smiling.

“Your room is just around the corner.” I say.

She follows me and I push her door open, walking inside and standing next to the bed while she puts her things down.

“The rest of our belongings—” She starts.

“They are being brought over this afternoon.”

She nods.

“Thank you.” Zina mutters, looking out towards the garden through the wide doors.

“Don’t. If I had my way, you wouldn’t be here.” I huff.

She ignores my rude remark and strolls slowly around the room, brushing her fingers over things, walking towards the balcony. She doesn’t open the door, but she stands in the bright afternoon light with a smile on her face.

She shrugs her coat off her shoulders and throws it over the back of a nearby chair.

My eyes are glued to her. The light catching her shape as she moves.

She looks absolutely gorgeous.

The tight blue dress she’s wearing hugs over the curve of her hips, following the line of her back, fitting over her perfect ass. She is fucking sexy and to my horror, looking at her stirs things inside me that I’d forgotten were there. A deep, dark desire that I never felt with Bella.

Bella was beautiful and gentle and sweet.

But Zina is passionate and fierce and so sexy she is the kind of woman who has the power to tear you apart and set you on fire with one glance.

That same, familiar feeling pulses through me. The desire to pin her down and force her to give me what I want. The desire to see the flash of defiance in her mischievous smile as she lets me take her.

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