Realizing no help would come from her husband, Emilia straightened her shoulders and tilted her chin up. “My relationship with my daughter is none of your concern,” she spat out. “And Gio is the boss, not you.”
Fucking bitch. “How do you want to pay for your betrayal?” I deadpanned. “Quick and relatively painless? Or long and very painful?”
It was more than she deserved, although she’d got off easier than her daughter.
Her expression fell for a moment, but then she got herself together. “Y-you must be joking. Your father won’t allow it.”
“I warned you to keep your mouth shut, didn’t I?” I said coldly, fixing her with a hard look.
“I-I didn’t say anything,” she lied again.
Vittorio’s mouth thinned. The guilt was plain as day on Emilia’s face. The two of us shared a look. No words were needed. Either he’d do it, or I would.
He tilted his head, allowing me to finish her. Not that his permission meant much. It was either him pulling a trigger. Or me.
I pulled out my gun and then the silencer, my gaze icing over her. She opened her mouth to scream, but not a single tone left her throat.
A muffledpopsounded in the room, blood splattered across the hardwood and she slumped down onto the ground.
The bitch was dead.
CHAPTER13
Wynter
Icouldn’t wait to see him again.
The girls and I drove to Chicago. We had a brilliant, or not, plan to play at Royally Lucky Casino. I played poker and won three hundred thousand. I counted cards, of course. Not that anyone but the girls would ever know. The exit strategy wasn’t as graceful as the entrance but we got out of there intact.
I watched the light turn red and groaned silently. Davina’s driving was too slow. Realistically, she was obeying the speed limit and traffic laws. It was the reason I let her always drive my Jeep. Unlike Juliette, Davina was responsible. But today, I wished she’d speed down the highway and get me to my destination sooner versus later.
I told Bas I had a ballet class with Madame Sylvie and I could see him afterwards. He was fine with it and asked if I’d be willing to go to Philly with him. Our little weekend getaway. Of course, I said yes and immediately packed my duffle bag with cute clothes, running gear, and the sexiest undergarments I could find.
I wished ditching ballet class was an option. I had skipped the last two days. Missing another day was a hard pass. She’d alert my mom so it was best I stuck to my schedule.
The moment we drove into the parking lot of Madame Sylvie’s building, I spotted him dressed in his three-piece-suit, leaning against his sleek black McLaren. The man had way too many cars.
My heart fluttered, his eyes already on me. I didn’t expect him to be there. He said he’d pick me up after my class.
I glanced down at myself and thanked all the saints I got dressed up, and blow dried my hair. I did it so Madame Sylvie didn’t find it odd I came in one outfit and left in another. I wore cropped jeans, a shimmering pink blouse and matching pink flats while my hair was pulled up in a high ponytail.
“Call me if you need me,” Davina whispered once she parked. I wouldn’t need her; I’d have Bas. I leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek, unable to stop myself from grinning happily.
Then I grabbed my bag from the back seat, and left her, rushing towards Bas. I missed him over the last few days. We exchanged a few texts, but it wasn’t the same as being with him. He waited for me, his hands in his pockets but his eyes on me, and my heart beat a mile a minute.
His dark, burning gaze met mine and warmth rushed to the pit of my stomach, then spread through me like wildfire. It was the exact look he gave me before he kissed me. Like I was everything, and the only thing he wanted and needed.
He consumed me without even trying. My breathing slowed and my heart danced as his eyes trailed over my body. I stopped short barely an inch in front of him. My skin buzzed with excitement and craving the feel of his hands on me again.
“Hello, Bas,” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I didn’t think you'd be here yet.”
“I couldn’t wait to see you,” he admitted softly and I lifted my face to his. His presence was large and could be intimidating, especially if you believed all the rumors about the DiLustros. Yet, I felt none of it around Bas.
The breeze around us grew hot and my breasts tingled in anticipation of feeling his hard body pressing against mine. All these emotions for him flooded my bloodstream, sinking deep into my bones.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my earlobe. “I missed you so fucking much.”
The rough edge of his voice ran the length of my neck and a shudder ghosted down my spine. So I lifted on my toes and pressed my mouth against his neck, his heat burning my lips. He tasted so good.