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Everything shifts to the conference room, but Dante's men still have the upper hand with Polo's guys still at gunpoint. Enzo neither his brother is happy about it, and I can tell. Several times I thought gunfire would erupt again and I'd have to duck and run for it. And it's what I'm prepared to do if these men start shooting again. It seems I'm the only one in the room without a gun.

Dante sits down at the table with Rocco still at gunpoint. "What is your offer?"

"For a long time, you and your father have been profiting off the trade firm while we most certainly still hold the deed—"

"That's rubbish," Dante interjects.

Polo grunts. "You're right. It is rubbish because you and your father have unlawfully stolen what's not yours."

"That's a fucking lie. All you need to do is hand us the deed. Valeria is mine. Deed is as well," Dante says.

They're speaking in riddles, and I don't know if it's on purpose or to keep certain things a secret.

"That's where you're wrong, Argentieri," Enzo speaks up this time. "The moment Marco Cipriano died any unexecuted agreement your father had with him was null and void. Valeria wasn't delivered until after his death. Your father stole Valeria from her true family—us."

Dante suddenly stands up and says, "I can clearly see we won't come to an agreement, therefore, it seems we're still at war."

"Damn right," Rocco states, shoving himself into Dante so hard he almost knocks the gun away.

The two of them end up on the floor struggling for the same weapon. They tumbled across the floor, fists flying, elbows jabbing as they wrestled for supremacy. Dante managed to pin Rocco beneath him, snatching away the weapon. All the while Dante's men are on edge, trying to keep their hold over Polo's men and to ensure that Polo doesn't reach for a weapon.

Dante takes a deep breath and pistol-whips Rocco several times across the face until the man is unconscious and unmoving, then he rises, wiping blood from his nose.

The room is tense, and I can feel the electricity between these two men. Dante's gaze never leaves Polo as he speaks up once more. "This is my evidence that Valeria has been mine all along," he says, his voice low and dangerous. He then turns to me and takes a step in my direction, never breaking his gaze with Polo. I'm caught by surprise when he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him. His hand travels to the back of my neck and our eyes lock as our lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Polo looks furious as his men try to move closer but are halted by gunpoint from Dante's men. I can't deny the attraction and need that surges through me at that moment as I become lost in the kiss, sensation after sensation cascading through my body like never before.

"Dante," I whisper.

"Tell me to stop," he replies.

I bite my lips. Nothing inside me wants him to stop. I want everyone else in the room to disappear.

He slowly pulls away from me but doesn't release me yet, instead guiding me up onto the conference table before slipping between my legs and resting his hands on either side of them possessively. The sight of him towering over me this way is both intimidating and arousing at once. His eyes search mine intensely before he leans down slightly to part my robe ever so slightly, just enough for him to begin a slow stroking motion of my breasts with one hand while the other remains firmly on the table beside us.

"What the fuck is this? Are you fucking crazy?" Polo bits out.

"Shut up, old man," Dante grunts, but continues to caress me with his weathered fingers.

His gaze is still fixed on Polo's as they silently challenge each other, neither willing to back down or give in until Polo finally breaks eye contact and looks away with a scowl on his face.

Dante takes a step back from me, his eyes still burning into mine with that intense gaze. He slides the gun down between my collarbone, cleavage, abdomen, until the gun rests near my thighs. This feels so dirty, scandalous...naughty...and I love it. He presses a finger into my opening and begins to finger fuck me as the other men pretend to look away. My pussy clenches tightly around his digits and I'm wetter than ever. I've missed him so much. Missed his touch. His fingers and tongue pleasing me. His dick. I can't help but act like a wanton woman atop the conference table for all the men in the room to see.

I feel like I'm on fire as he moves his finger in circles around my clit before sliding it in deeper, causing me to moan out loud. His other hand travels up my body and cups my neck possessively as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers.

Right after I reach a climax, another of Polo's men bursts into the room shooting wildly. Dante pushes me behind him and grabs for his gun just as another bullet whizzes past us both. He grabs me by the wrist dragging me towards the door while simultaneously protecting himself and shooting back at Polo's men with deadly accuracy.

Dante grasps my wrist and pulls me towards the door.

"Wait! Valeria, there's something else I haven't told you," Polo yells out into the hall causing me to stop in my tracks.

"What is it?"

"This old man is lying to you," Dante yells out. "Give me the word and I'll shoot him where he stands."

I place my hand over the barrel of Dante's gun and he lowers it.

I nod. "I want to know what he has to say."

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