Page 2 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“I’m very fucking aware of that.” I stare my best friend right in the eye. He always was far too hesitant.

“I’m just asking you to think about this, she doesn’t know who’s taken her yet, she hasn’t seen anybody’s face. We could return her and no one would be any wiser.”

“Return her?” I scoff a laugh at him.

“The little bitch belongs to me now. He took from me, and now, I take from him,” I put it simply. I’ve spent a long time coming up with this plan. I will not back out now when my vengeance is so close.

“I’m not going stand by and watch you kill an innocent girl, Matteo, that’s not what you’re about.”

I smile because he almost sounds like he’s trying to threaten me.

“You think I want to kill her?” I laugh again. Demitri has been my friend for as long as I can remember, I expected him to know me better than that.

“Then what is she here for? Why did you have your men travel across the country to bring her here?”

“Because she will give me what her father denied me. I’m going to fuck the next Romano heir into her womb, and end this feud once and for all.” Demitri’s eyes widen and when he takes a step back, the look on his face suggests he’s judging my sanity.

“Matteo, I think I preferred the plan where you kill her. You can’t force her to carry your child. She’s practically a fucking princess!”

“There is no royalty in our world, anymore. We are all just men fighting for power. My family has always had a strong bloodline, but I will make it stronger.”

“You think this is going to result in an alliance with the Fucchini’s? Matteo, the man wants you dead. The bomb that blew up your car, and killed Thalia, was meant for you.” His reminder has me balling up my fists.

“I don’t want an alliance. I want justice.”

“Matteo.” Demitri grabs my hand when I take the handle of the door. “You’ve always been a ruthless bastard when it came to getting what you want, but you've always respected women. This isn’t you.”

“This is me, now.” I shove him away.

“This is going to cause a war.”

“I’m counting on it.” I smile back at him over my shoulder before opening the door. Not even his final attempt to talk me out of this will cause me to hesitate.

Though, seeing her in the flesh for the first time, has me standing still. Fucchini’s daughter has been stripped to her underwear, on my orders. She stands blindfolded, with her mouth gagged, and her neck chained to my basement wall by a metal collar. I have to confess it’s a beautiful sight to behold.

I already knew the girl was pretty, from the pictures I have seen, but what I’m seeing displayed in front of me now, is quite exquisite.

Her legs are long and look as if they’ve been kissed by the sun. Her stomach is flat and toned, but it won’t be staying that way for long. I plan for her to be carrying my child as soon as possible. Licking my lips, I raise my eyes over her tits and I admire the way they spill, ever so slightly, over the top of her bra.

I take my time as I approach her, admiring the way she holds her breath to brace herself when she senses me getting close. It makes me wonder if this pretty, little ‘princess’ has even been touched by a man before.

She hitches her breath, again, when I’m standing in front of her and as my nose slides up her cheek, absorbing her scent, she keeps hold of that breath as her body shivers.

I want to touch her with my lips to see how she tastes, but more than that I want her to feel fear.

Pulling slightly back, I slowly raise the blindfold over her head and watch her eyes adjust to the dim light. They fix straight onto mine and, like a deer in the headlights, she doesn’t blink, just stares at the threat and waits for it to strike.

My finger slides over her cheek before I hook it into the fabric that’s tied around her mouth and drag it under her chin.

“Speak your name.” I grasp her jaw in my hand, forcing her to look up at me.

Her eyes lose all that bewilderment, narrowing at me like she’s casting some kind of curse.

“You know my fucking name.” When she talks back to me, my fingers automatically squeeze tighter, puckering her thick, juicy lips together.

“I didn’t ask youwhatyour name was, I told you to fuckingspeak it!”

The girl glares at me maliciously as I release her mouth, sliding my hand down her throat so she can talk.

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