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There's no more control left in me. I grin wider and reply, "Looking forward to it."

"You're such a pig," she spouts.

My dick grows harder. Anytime Cara's pissed off at me, calling me names, it does something to me. I kiss her, forcing her lips apart with my tongue, not letting up until she kisses me back and her knees go weak.

"I hate you," she whispers again.

"That's your choice. And wash the makeup off your face. You're too beautiful for all that shit. Ten minutes. You choose how you want to marry me." I release her and walk out of the room with my stomach flipping. Everything I said was true about the Abruzzos coming after her. What I left out is that her predicament makes it so I'm finally getting everything I've ever wanted.

Her.

Now, she'll never be able to run from me.

My warped self is doing the happy dance, even though I know it's one of the most fucked-up things I've ever done.

And I can't even count the number of low things I've done in my life to get what I want.

Yet, not a bone in my body is upset. She belongs to me. She always has. It's time she realizes what I've known for years.

She may not like it, but the tiny conscience I have left doesn't nag me enough to stop me from moving forward.

The sooner Cara realizes the future, the better.

There will be no going back.

2

Cara

My insides quiveras I stare at the back of the door. For more than half my life, all I wanted was to be Mrs. Gianni Marino. I fantasized about it, creating a happily ever after that isn't possible.

Not with Gianni.

I'm not that naive girl anymore. I know how foolish I was to think he could be anything other than the same boy he was in high school. At the end of the day, Gianni's a player. He used me too many times to stroke his ego, promising me the world and that he wouldn't hurt me, only to drop me like a hotcake again.

I won't fall prey to his charm like in the past.

"Eight minutes," Gianni bellows.

I squeeze my eyes shut. One thing he doesn't do is not follow through on threats. He's a cruel implementer. I always admired how he didn't back down. It made me feel like he'd always protect me and we'd conquer the world together.

Now, I want to slap him.

I glance at the doorknob, but there's no lock. I contemplate staying naked, but the last thing I want is any other man seeing me bare. The flashback of all those men eyeing me over makes me shudder.

I was so close to being sold.

Sold. As if I'm a piece of property.

My heart races, and I hold my flipping stomach. Uberto's face and shoes fill my mind.

How could I have been so dumb?

Gianni warned me Uberto was an Abruzzo. I believed Uberto's lies when I asked him about it. I claimed his innocence, but Gianni kept insisting he was bad news. I said I didn't care if he was an Abruzzo. I wasn't part of their crime family world and wars.

How stupid could I have been?

"Seven," Gianni shouts.

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