Page 55 of His Dark Vendetta

“Ciao, Luca,” Dominic said and stepped inside.

“Ciao.”

He held up a six-pack. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“But a good one.” I slapped him on the shoulder and grabbed a beer. “Dom and I are working tonight,” I said for Siobhán’s sake. I fished the lighter out of my pocket and popped the top off the bottle. “I’m taking you to The Dollhouse. Rocco’ll keep an eye on you till we get back.” I looked at her to make sure she was listening and almost choked on my beer.

Siobhán unzipped my hoodie. Her eyes were lowered, her lips slightly parted and stained red from the popsicle. She shrugged, a coy and unsuspecting move that made the hoodie fall from her shoulders. It bunched around her waist where she held onto the zipper. The t-shirt underneath was so small it hugged even her tiny frame, and without a bra, the outline of her dark-rose nipples was graphic, their tight peaks straining against the thin white fabric.

With a tug, the zipper came undone. She gathered the hoodie from around her wrists and tossed it onto the island. “Here’s your sweatshirt.”

I didn’t miss the twitch of her lips or the glint of menace in her eyes. I set my beer on the island, holding it in a death grip.

“Hi, Dom,” she cooed and met him on the opposite end of the island.

Dom’s hand rested atop the six-pack he’d placed on the counter. His mouth hung open, eyes fixed on her chest.

I flexed my free hand.

“Let me get those for you,” she said in that sultry voice she used when she fucked with me. She took the six-pack and spun around to face the fridge.

And that’s when I noticed her shorts.

BAD ASSwas printed across the back in bold white letters as if the length of the shorts and the visible crease between her ass and her thighs weren’t obscene enough.

My free hand balled into a fist, and I strangled the beer bottle.

She opened the fridge and eyed the inside. “Where to put these…” She tossed a smile over her shoulder. “It’s so full after grocery shopping yesterday!” She stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth and winked at Dom.

I pressed my lips together trying to prevent myself from driving my fist into my friend’s face until his eyes swelled shut.

“Oh! Perfect!” She bent over at the waist and carefully plucked one beer at a time out of the cardboard and placed it on the bottom shelf.

The gym shorts rode up, revealing the entire bottom half of her ass. Only a thin sliver of fabric covered the crease between her cheeks. She shifted her weight from one long leg to the other, her bare ass wiggling with each deliberate move.

Dom rested an elbow on the counter, making himself comfortable, and unabashedly watched the show, a wide appreciative grin on his smug face.

Rage rose from my chest, up my neck, and into my eyes. My breath came hot and fast, trying to maintain control and not leap across the island to slam Dom’s face into the marble until he was incapable of looking at Siobhán ever again.

She popped back up and clapped her hands together. “There!” She faced Dom and stuck out a hip. “Unless… Did you want one now? Because I’d be more than happy to service you.” She giggled and shook her head. “Oops! I meant, serve you.”

Crack!

Beer splashed and foamed. Shattered glass clinked on the marble, and the jagged edges of the bottle’s neck spun in a slow circle. My fist clamped around the label and a few thick shards. Beer spilled through my fingers to join the puddle of debris on the counter.

Siobhán shot me a cool, knowing look—eyebrow raised, lips twisted in a self-satisfied sneer—then slammed the refrigerator door, walked out of the kitchen, and went up the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Just changing into leggings and grabbing a long sleeve!”

“Put a fucking bra on!” I shouted after her. I shook the label and glass from my palm onto the counter. “Goddamn mess,” I grumbled.

A dish towel hit me in the face. I wiped my hands and looked up. Dom’s shit-eating grin begged for my fist.

“Cosa?” I snapped. “You got something to say?”

He pressed his lips together, fighting a smile, and lifted his hands in surrender. “Niente, capo. Niente.” He made for the front door, shaking his head. “I’ll be in the car.”

I pulled the garbage basket out of the drawer, held it beneath the lip of the counter, and wiped the evidence of my possessiveness into the trash. Siobhán may have proved her point, but I’d be damned before I let her fuck with my head like that again. I wasn’t about to let a pair of long legs, hard nipples, and a smart mouth distract me from making a name for myself in Vinnie’s organization or claiming my vengeance.

ChapterEighteen

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