Page 46 of Princess's Revenge

“Francis told me everything,” I say the words quickly so she’ll stop. If I don’t get business out of the way, I’ll end up locking myself in her bedroom, fucking her all day.

She gets off me instantly, “What did he tell you?”

“That guy you killed wasn’t a nobody. He wasn’t a captain but he was a soldier.”

“Damn it! I told Franky not to tell anyone!”

“He’s my brother, of course he’s going to tell me. And it was the right thing to do. If you were going to do something like that, you should have come to me first.”

She glares at me with a mixture of doubt and sarcasm. “And you would’ve helped me?”

“Believe it or not—Yes.I would’ve helped you. I think my father handled things the wrong way too.”

Knock, knock.

I yell, “It’s open.”

Carlo comes in, wheeling a cart. Andrea squeezes his shoulder on the way to the bathroom.

He glances my way, “The patio, sir?”

“Please. Thank you, Carlo.”

He lays everything out and I take a seat at the table. I’d skipped dinner so I dig in to my fettuccini alfredo while I wait for Andrea.

She joins me a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing a t-shirt and…I think…underwear. “What did you get for me?”

“English breakfast.” I pull off the dome, feeling my cock twitch again, “Eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, grilled mushrooms and half a grilled tomato.”

“Hearty,” she raises her right eyebrow and sits, “you know, Anthony, you might not agree with what I did yesterday but you don’t know what my life has been like.”

“So, tell me.” I’m not just saying that, I really do want to know.

She starts picking at her food nervously, “For starters, I have the same nightmare every night.” She shrugs like she’s telling me about a visit to the mall.

“What nightmare?”

“Variations of it at least. I’m in that car when we were run off the road, it’s upside down and I’m on the roof, sitting in a pool of my family’s blood after they’ve all been executed. I’m all alone. I keep trying to wake them up. In the dream, I don’t understand what death is yet.”

“Yikes.” There’s not really much you can do to comfort a person when they tell you something like that.

“I spent my whole life since that day feeling like a third-class citizen. People treated me worse than a racist person treats an immigrant. I knew I wasn’t who people said I was and everyone thought I was crazy.”

“I understand, Andrea but—”

She doesn’t let me finish, “You don’t understand, Anthony. I can’t think of anybody who would. This family, the one your father controls, wasmybirthright. As far as I’m concerned, he’s only a steward for now.”

She doesn’t know how right she is.Any other man in my father’s position would have killed Andrea by now to protectwhat’s his. It’s a testament to how much he loved her father that he hasn’t.

According toour thing,Andrea was to be next in line when she came of age. You don’tusuallyhave a woman boss, but in the absence of a son, it’s been known to happen—Even in the old country.

She goes on, “Nothing felt right my whole life because it wasn’t.Thisfeels right. And I’m going to take it all back.”

“And I’m going to help you.”

She shoots me another doubtful look again, “Are you? Isn’t your loyalty to your father?”

“It is, but his loyalty is to you as well. You wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t. He avoided war once, but it’s been coming ever since. I think that it’s time we took back what’s ours too. But…” I leave the word hanging.

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