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"Yes. But there is one person you need to tell," Ettore insists.

Massimo groans. "Drop it. I'm not telling Papà."

Ettore shakes his head. "Then I'm not doing it. I don't keep things from your papà, and neither should you."

"This doesn't concern him," Massimo fumes.

Ettore snaps, "Everything concerns him. And this is Ludis Petrov's property we're discussing."

Massimo grinds his molars, giving Ettore a look so evil, chills run down my spine.

When he kills me, that's what I'll see.

My lungs turn stale. Everything about this conversation, I should have anticipated. And the last thing I want is Massimo's family to be more upset with him.

"Fine. I'll tell Papà. But I want this offloaded quickly," Massimo demands as he rises and pulls me off the couch.

Ettore stands. "It'll take me a little more time. This isn't something I can put through my normal channels."

"Whatever you have to do, just do it," Massimo orders and steers me out of his house before I can even thank him.

When the doors to the elevator shut, I turn toward him. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Creating issues with Ettore and your papà."

Massimo snorts, pulling me into him. "Those aren't problems. Don't worry about this, dolce. But I think you owe me something."

"What's that?"

"A vacation. Tomorrow, talk to your manager and find out when you can get a week off. And make sure it isn't months away."

7

Massimo

"Don't forgetto talk to your supervisor," I remind Katiya and press my lips to hers.

The chaste kiss I meant to give her turns into a deeper one. It shouldn't surprise me. I always have a hard time touching her and letting her leave my arms.

"I have to go," she murmurs, then slides her tongue back in my mouth.

I chuckle and squeeze her ass. "Mm-hmm."

She pushes her palms against my chest, breaking our kiss. "Are you sure you have time to pick me up? I can take the bus. It's not a big deal."

"Yep. I'll be here. If anything changes, I'll send a car," I reply.

She scrunches her forehead. "That's not necessary."

I fist her hair, tug her head back, then lean over her face. She inhales sharply, and the floral scent of her perfume flares in my nostrils. The expression in her blue eyes, the growing flush in her cheeks, and those plump blood-red lips remind me of everything we did yesterday morning when she was gagged and restrained. My dick strains against my zipper. I state, "Let's get something straight, dolce."

"What's that?" she breathes.

I run my thumb over her stained lips, unable to resist. "We're past the point of beginnings."

Confusion fills her expression. "I don't understand."

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