Page 31 of Bittersweet Endings
“When we hoppin’ a flight?” Lorenzo rubbed his hands together. “Fresh east coast pussy is callin’ me!”
Matteo glanced at him and then at me, concern etched on his face. I told mysoldatoto have our plane on standby just in case.
“Do you think going to New York is a good idea? Maybe youshould call and warn Mario,” Matteo urged. “You can still claim her, Carmine.”
I ignored him. New York wasn’t my problem. Dealing with my father was. And even if a certain little brunette wandered into my brain, I had to bury her away. For now.
“We move on like nothing happened. Let her run back to JP and tell him whatever she wants. If he sees we’re out doing our own thing, he might drop his guard,” I commanded.
“Fuck yeah!” Lorenzo jumped to his feet. “Late night parties, club hopping, whores! Woot!”
Matteo rolled his eyes as we started talking. We were going to go about our business and our lives like we didn’t give a fuck. The Ragetti sons were always plastered online for our antics in public. Nothing was changing.
Mysoldatoswould paint the streets red all across Los Angeles while New York was forced to the back of my mind. Even if everything inside me wanted to go sink my cock into my porcelain doll. Begging to feel her teeth. Begging to make her hate me more.
Chapter Nine
OCTAVIA AGOSTINO
“Jesus Christ, I have to stop letting that asshole in my head.” I rubbed at my eyes, then put my gloves back on.
The Ragetti boys were out in the Cali nightlife, partying it up like they weren’t leaving a trail of broken hearts. I tried to tell myself I was only researching Cali because of the author I was scheduled to meet.
But I was a lying bitch.
Prior to the twisted online rabbit hole I went down, I was feeling more composed. My business venture was coming to life and all the little things I’d needed handled were slowly being checked off. I was at peace.
And that had been when the asshole decided to call.
“Octavia.” His voice slithered through the phone—smooth as silk, jagged as broken glass. My name had never sounded so sexy, so dangerous.
“What do you want, Carmine?” I tried for defiance, but it came out like a craving I couldn’t choke down. And I was met with a low chuckle that didthings to me.
“What are you doing, little doll? Missing me?”
God help me—I was. Every breath was stained with him. Every part of me tingling for him. And the bastard knew it.
“Why would that matter?” I was proud of my annoyed tone.
“Because I like it.” His voice dipped lower, velvet and venom. “Knowing you're aching for me. Imagining me. Touching yourself.”
A beat of silence was my answer. But the soft pants of my breath were tickling across the line. He had me right where he wanted me.
“Tell me what your hands do when I crawl into your thoughts.”
I clenched my jaw, heat licking up my spine. “You’re disgusting.”
“And you're soaked,” he purred. “I want you too, little doll. Every. Fucking. Piece.”
Don’t say it. Don’t feed the fire.But I was already burning.
“Then come get me, Carmine,” I whispered darkly. “Drag me back into your hell. Let me show you how much I missed it… and how good I am at making you bleed for me.”
A hiss of breath on the other end. “Oh, little doll… you have no idea what you’ve just started.”
I was about to respond when a female giggled directly into the phone, and he hung up.
“Ugh!” I slammed my fist into the pads.
