Page 46 of Closer to Sin

“Ugo put the hit out on your father, and it died with him.”

I shook my head. “Wait, what? You killed the man who put the hit on my father? Wh—how—”

“I found out who was behind it all, which was a pain in the ass,” Enzo seethed through a tense jaw. “But for how well he protected his identity, he didn’t protect himself enough.”

“Did he say why?”

“He said Sylvester got their chain of underground casinos shut down. I don’t know if that was the real reason, but under duress, it’s all he had to say.”

“Did you torture him?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“And you didn’t bring me?”

Enzo shook his head. “Too dangerous. I needed to be a Viglione to do what I had to do, and It’s real hard to be a true Viglione with you around. I’d hate for you to see the raw me. It would be as shocking to you as it was for me to see Atheist act so against his nature. Except that what I just did is exactlymynature. You see glimpses of it every so often, but you’ve never seen me unleashed. I’d like to keep it that way.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The bounty? Gone. Just like that. My father was safe—for now—and Enzo was a hero. Though no one else would see it that way. The Morettis—I realized who they were only after Enzo mentioned the casinos—absolutely had a reason to want my father dead. He got their entire chain shut down so he could run his casinos nearly unrivaled. Was it a dick move? Yeah. But it wasn’t personal. It was business.

“If we get married, I’d probably see that side of you.”

“That’s true,” he whispered, leaning closer to me. “But I’d have no reason to hide it from you any longer.”

There was thick silence between us. “Did he suffer?” I finally asked, unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

“God, you are such a Cosa Nostra. I bet you’re wet from it, huh?” His hand rose up my leggings and landed on my thighs. “Do you wanna know what I did?” he asked.

I nodded with a bite of my lip.

“Take off your pants, babygirl,” he commanded.

I had them halfway down my thighs before he even finished his sentence. I slipped them down and kicked them off.

Enzo rubbed his fingers along my red panties. “I broke into his home.” He kissed me. “I made him tell me what I wanted to know by cutting off his fingers, one by one. And when that didn’t work, I cut off his ears. He wasn’t fucking listening anyway.” He bit my lip as he pulled away from me. “Do you wanna know what I did to him once he told me what issue he had with your father?” Enzo stared at me as he pushed my panties aside and backed me against the dresser. He undid his slacks, tugging out his cock. He was so damn hard. That’s what was fucked up about the whole thing, how damn excited we were.

“Tell me, Enzo.” I panted the words.

He lifted one of my legs and pushed his cock inside me. I gasped as he pinned me against the dresser with each thrust. The cold wood nipped at the backs of my bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my fingers traced his tattoos and the blood that coated them.

“I couldn’t shoot him. Too loud. So I slit his throat, which is when most of this blood splatter happened.” He thrust each word into me so I could ride the same high. “Will you fucking marry me yet?” he growled into my neck. The metallic scent of death surrounded him.

“You have to talk to my father,” I said through a moan.

“Goddamn it, Giovanna,” he groaned, his breath rolling over my neck. “What do I have to do to make you my wife? What more do I have to do? I’ve taken every piece of you, every part of your body. I’ve given you parts of me in return that I’ve never given to another person.” He lifted his head and ran his bloody fingers up my chest, grazing my neck before he wrapped his hand around my throat. He squeezed the sides of my neck, letting the pleasure wash over me.

I needed my father’s approval. He knew that. I would be turning away from my family completely if I didn’t have it. I couldn’t do that, no matter how much I wanted to.

Enzo’s eyes narrowed on me. “What if I told you I wouldn’t fuck you again until you agree to be my wife?” His words pissed me off, no matter how low and sensual they were. I didn’t respond. My cheeks flamed red. “Is that what you want, Giovanna? Because I’ll pull out of your perfect pussy right now.”

“Fuck you.”

Enzo tightened the grip on my throat, spreading my legs wider with a rough grasp. “No, fuckyou,” he snarled back, thrusting so hard that I had to grip his shoulders. He pulled out of me, turned me around, and pushed my chest onto the dresser. He pushed himself back inside me. “Enjoy this, babygirl. Nottoomuch, though, because after I fill you up, it will be the last until you decide to stop being such aSilvani.” He said my last name with disgust, and it made me fucking weak. “I really don’t know why I bother trying. You aren’t even worth it.” He knew exactly what to say to break me in all the right ways. “This pussy is worth it, but you? It ain’t worth the trouble.”

“I'm not worth it, Enzo.” I moaned out the words as he craned my neck. His free hand wrapped around me and grabbed my breasts through my cami. With a frustrated groan, he ripped the fabric so he could get his selfish, hungry touch on my bare skin.

“Don’t you even think of coming,” he snarled. “I won’t let you come until you decide whether you want to be my wife or remain a Silvani. After you make your choice, whatever you choose, then I'm going to make you come. Either you’ll agree to be my wife, or I’ll fuck you so good that once you leave here, you’ll never be the same. You won’t ever be a true Silvani again. Mark my words, Giovanna. You will always be mine, and I want you to remember that if you decide to stay a Silvani. You’ll think of me every time you fuck another man.”

He growled and finished inside me, filling me exactly as he promised while leaving me wanting more. I’d make my decision...after he talked to my father.

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