Page 61 of And Twice as Twisted
And that was a very dangerous predicament. For him.
“She just walked through my doors, Romano. You can’t be fucking serious—”
I cut him off. “I am very serious. Dead. Serious. In fact.”
His labored breathing was the only thing that indicated he was still listening.
“You know what it means to go back on our deal. I have the resources, and the desire, to fucking destroy you and everything you love.”
“Do not fucking threaten me.” There he was. The man Mario Agostino used to be before his world started crumbling around him.
“Facts are just that. Facts. I can and will destroy you if you don’t hand over your daughter.” And then I went for the kill. “Andthe factthat you haven’t told your son tells me you’re losing hold of your city. Your lies are catching up to you, Mario.”
If Lucky knew the deal his father was brokering behind his back and the reason why, he wouldn’t hesitate to start a war. Or send his little dog after me—especially because of the psychopath’s penchant for my future wife. But like the throne of Philly, when I saw something I wanted, Itookit. And marrying Sienna would be a nail in her father’s coffin. She’d belong to me.
“I have some things to deal with. I’ll be in touch.” Mario was losing his composure and I couldn’t help but feel pleased.
“Deal with what?” I mused. “Do tell, Mario. Do you needmorehelp?”
“Boss.” Romeo stepped to my side and I muted the phone. “He’s got theBratvaonsite.”
I grinned before unmuting the call. “Past sins aren’t enough, Mario? Now you have to break every code in the book and get the Russians involved?”
The string of Italian expletives that shot out in response told me he thought I wouldn’t know.
The soft click of heels walking into my office had me turning in my chair, my eyes landing on the dark-haired beauty standing just past the threshold. She was an incredible sight. So differentfrom the meek girl I’d plucked from her former life. I’d created a siren, one who was a perfect replica of the image in my mind. I told her she’d be happy with me and that was part of the seduction. She said goodbye to her past all on her own. And she stayed because she liked the power I offered her.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to my lap, holding a finger to my lips as she approached. Her hips swayed naturally when she walked, and her breasts rose and fell with each even breath, while her submission heightened my pleasure. This bomb I’d drop on Mario would be thefinalnail in his coffin and I couldn’t wait to watch him choke on the reveal.
“The clock is ticking, and when the bell chimes, I will take what belongs to me.” She squirmed in my lap as I added, “And no one will protect you, your city, or the people you love.” I ended the call before he could answer.
“I missed you,” she whispered against my chest and my lips tipped up into a smirk.
“Did you?” I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. “We’re taking a little trip that may require my attention.” Her pout had me smiling wider. “Look at this porcelain skin. You’re like a little doll. Precious and breakable, but I will protect you.”
“Will… will you be gone long?” The concern I heard in her voice should be alarming, with the knowledge that I’d broken her down to nothing. But she’d put herself back together even stronger than before.
“A bit.”
She sighed, her eyes welling with tears.
“But before you know it, we will leave New York together.”
“Good.” It wasn’t a secret she hated this city and had come to love mine.
“Okay, go now.” I helped pull her to her feet before giving her ass a slight pat.
“Sir, we have a whole other issue.” Romeo leaned in and whispered the latest intel he’d received.
“A kid? You’re sure?”
He nodded.
“Nothing’s changed. Get the men together. We’re leaving.” I stormed around the desk, snatched the girl’s arm, and tugged her against me. “I need you.”
Goose bumps prickled every inch of her exposed skin as I spun her around to press our chests together. I held her still, my palms cupping her jaw as she peered up at me with those large doe eyes of hers. I took note of the desire I saw in their depths, the sensation somehow heightening their intense color. Blue-steel… just like her father’s. My teeth clenched at the comparison, before I dropped my mouth to hers, my tongue parting her lips until all thoughts of Mario Agostino were erased.
Then I pulled away, twisting her body and holding her at my side with my hand on the back of her neck. Using my free arm, I swiped everything off my desk, forced her chest to the wooden surface, and yanked her dress up. I slowly tugged her panties down her legs before spreading her wide. The soft material was soaked with her need for me, herneedtopleaseme. I stroked her folds, enjoying the soft whimper that escaped her plump lips. She was always ready for me. One command and she complied.
