Page 18 of Mob Princess

He doesn’t really think this is consensual, does he?

I pushed against his brother. “This isn’t what it looks—”

Giovanni chuckled. “And here I thought we’d have a bit more time, butterfly.”

I slammed my fists against his chest. “Let me go!”

He held up his hands. “Not what you were insisting on a few minutes ago.”

I whipped around to face Israel. “The man’s lying. He’s come here to—”

He held his hand up to me, stopping my words in their tracks. I’d never seen the kind of rage I witnessed in Israel’s face. And at that moment, I knew for certain he was going to kill me.

“Gee? Get settled in. I’m having dinner brought to us tonight.”

“Israel, please,” I whispered.

Giovanni walked by his brother and whispered something I couldn't hear.

I glared at the man before he winked at me over his own brother’s shoulder. Then, he walked down the hallway with his suitcase.

Israel’s hand slowly lowered.

I wanted nothing more than to rattle off what really happened. But I knew better than to speak.

“Upstairs,” he said quietly.

“Israel, I—”

“I want you upstairs until dinner.”

I balked. “Are you kidding me? Your brother trapped me in a corner.”

“Now, woman.”

I stepped toward him. “No.”

His face turned red. “Excuse me?”

“I said, no. I’m not going anywhere until we talk. Your brother has come into your home—”

“So, it’s my brother’s fault that you wanted him so close?”

“What? No. I tried to get away, and he kept blocking me from moving. He pinned me down. That’s what happened. You—you saw it.”

“Didn’t seem like you were trying so hard to get away from him when I walked in.”

How could he not have seen what had just happened? “That’s what he—he wants you to think. He just told me that—”

Israel waved his hand in the air. “I’m too tired to deal with this.”

“Please.”

“Get away from me.”

“You have to listen to me.”

“I don’t have to do a damn thing you ask me to. Now, get yourself upstairs. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”

I didn’t listen to him, though. Instead, I pursued him down the hallway. I followed him into the kitchen, forcing him to listen to what I had to say. Because I wasn’t going to let some slimy little snake use his family ties in order to rip us apart. I wouldn't let that happen. Giovanni was a disgusting excuse for a human being. He’d flirted with me at our wedding, and now he was in our own home doing the same damn thing.

I wasn’t sure if Israel was even listening, though.

I wasn't sure of anything anymore.

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