Page 114 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

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Aurielo

Harsh. There’s no other way to be around Karina. She deserves what she gets. Taking my son away from me, stealing him, running away to go where, exactly?

Karina clearly isn’t much of a planner. She flies by the seat of her pants. Or maybe her panties.

I doubt Karina came up with the plan. Ivy must have been behind it. She definitely seems the type.

I allowed Giovan to release Ivy out of prison and to Ashton’s bedroom. Giovan can grab a cot and let the two of them share a room for a while.

Trusting Ivy not to go to the cops isn’t an option. We don’t normally catch and release.

When we get hold of a prisoner, we torture and kill.

But Ivy looks exactly like Karina, and laying a finger on her feels wrong.

Besides, Karina would never forgive me if I hurt her sister. I saw the way that Karina looked at me after she witnessed a glimpse of an interrogation.

I instruct Giovan to bring up dinner to Ivy, Ashton, and Karina. I can’t deal with them. Not right now. I need to unwind, cool off, and expel some energy.

Not an easy task, given my mood.

I head down the stairs to the private gym with workout gear. I wrap my hands and slip on a set of gloves before pounding the shit out of the pole bag.

It feels good, but there’s no opponent. I want to duck and dodge blows, but I’ll take what I can get tonight.

After an hour of beating the shit out of the bag, I remove the gloves and head up to the bedroom for a shower.

The cold water burns against my skin. My heart is still racing, but it doesn’t dull the ache in my stomach or my chest.

Karina is trouble.

The way she makes me feel, all knotted up inside, I don’t like it.

I’m usually better at controlling how I feel, but she’s making me crazy. Just knowing that she’s across the hall makes me rock hard.

Fuck.

I don’t want to think about her. And I certainly don’t want to stroke myself thinking about her.

Anger sizzles beneath my veins, but it doesn’t stop my body from having a mind of its own.

I force the water colder.

I need to chill the hell out.

* * *

It’s late. I can’t avoid Karina forever. Giovan was supposed to bring a cot up into Ashton’s room for Ivy to sleep on.

But Karina is joining me in our bedroom.

Whether she wants to or not, she’s mine, and I intend to keep a close eye on her.

I didn’t bother with a shirt, but I did slip on a pair of blue jeans. My feet are bare. I patter across the hallway, past Giovan.

He’s standing guard.

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