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My clit tingles when I touch it, and I moan around him, which only makes him tug harder at my head. The lack of oxygen. The curses flying out of his mouth. The taste of him as he gags me with his dick. Within seconds, I’m coming undone in front of him. My mouth opens on a silent scream, and he uses that timing to escape my mouth.

He tugs on his length, his fist moving rapidly over the shaft for another minute before a hot jet of cum hits my face, coating my cheeks, and running down to my chest.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Princess,” he mumbles breathlessly, sagging against the wall. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me woman.”

Not if you’re the death of me first.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Antonioandmyfather—wellwhatever the hell he is—wait for us in the kitchen of the penthouse. For the last two days, I’ve been hiding away with Leonardo in Nico’s house, pretending as if my life will not fall apart the minute I step back into it.

We’ve laughed, we’ve held hands, we’ve fucked, and even made love. And for two days, I got to live my life like a normal girl. A girl falling in love with a man she can have . . . but that isn’t my life.

“Where have you been, bambina?” my father asks, his voice cracking as he stares at me. His face wrinkles in sadness, his eyes dipping when I lock my gaze on him. My fingers tug at the hem of the hoodie Leonardo gave me this morning. It still smells of him, the sandalwood scent comforting me when he can’t. He’s still behind me, standing at my back, but there’s a distance between us now.

“You don’t get to call me that,” I snap, shaking my head in annoyance as my heart splinters at the sorrow etched into his features. “You lost the right the moment you lied to me about who I am.”

“I never lied, Pippa,” he pleads, stepping closer.

My legs tremble, my body fighting the urge to turn and run again.

“You lied when you told me you were my papá, and you lied when you told me you loved me.”

“Pippa,” he whispers, taking another step. Backing up, I hold my hand out, stopping him in his tracks.

“No.” Pulling in a deep breath and straightening my back. “Just no. I cannot deal with this right now. I just can’t.”

“Please, bambi—”

I cut him off with a scathing look. No amount of pleading will make me listen to his words. There’s already too much upset, too much heartbreak, and I doubt his reasoning will make any of that better.

“We will talk about it. When I am ready,” I tell him, my tone unwavering. Never in my life have I spoken to my father with such disrespect. But right now, he deserves nothing more.

He opens his mouth once more, no doubt ready to plead with me again, but Leonardo takes over the conversation. “I got some news on Alexei and his next move, Ant.”

Antonio nods, his eyes narrowing when he takes in the way Leonardo stands at my back. My skin bristles under his scrutiny, and I have to fight the urge to step into Leonardo’s warmth and let him comfort me—that would only make things worse.

“Let’s go talk in your office, Leo,” he says, pushing off the counter and walking down the hallway. Fingers slip under the hoodie, running along my lower back as Leonardo moves to follow him, leaving me alone with my father.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I drop my gaze to the floor, unable to look at the man who raised me for twenty-one years.

“We’re leaving tonight, Pippa. Will you at least come with me to say goodbye to your sisters.”

“Are they my sisters?” I blurt, glancing up to look at the shocked look on his face at my question.

“Yes,” he swears, and I know he’s telling the truth when I look into his eyes. The same brown I once thought was a mirror of my own.What a fucking joke. “You have the same mum.”

“Do they know?” I ask him, dreading his answer. It’s one thing to know the man you believed to be your father has lied to you your whole life—but to find out your sisters have too, I’m not sure my already fragile heart can handle that betrayal.

“Only Sofia.” A shiver runs down my spine, my heart splintering even more at his admission. “Don’t blame her, Pippa. I swore her to secrecy. She wanted to tell you, I swear she did. But I forced her to stay quiet.”

“Okay, then. I’ll come and say goodbye to them, but don’t expect anything more from me. I have nothing left to give you right now.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, the sadness in his voice tugging at something deep inside me. Something I refuse to acknowledge. I have always loved my father, but I’m doubting whether he has always loved me.

Was I always just a pawn in this game between two Mafias?

Hours later, my sisters stand in a line, each looking at me heartbreakingly as the plane stirs behind them. One week they’ve been in New York. A week that was supposed to be healing and help put back together some of those pieces of me that I’ve lost over my time in New York.

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