Page 64 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

Enzo leaned next to me, silent.

I could tell he was just going with the flow.

I knew he hated the plan.

But that was why I was the boss and he was second in command.

Itwasa risky plan.

Dominic could come in on us, risk his daughter’s life, and make it a total fucking bloodbath.

That is if he had intel on this place.

But I had to trust my instinct.

I swallowed and let my head fall back.

The whole situation sucked. Annabelle was the only woman I had ever enjoyed being around. Of course, she was a fucking cop, and of course, she was Dominic Betrami’s daughter.

I mean, whywouldn’tshe be?

I sighed. I never wanted her to be a pawn in anything. I just wanted some sexy company and decent conversation. She was never going to know my business, and I was never going to know hers.

I pulled my coin from my pocket and flipped it with my thumb, catching it midair.

The reality was that I was always bound by my circumstances. I had to live with the flow of whatever shit someone else wanted to stir up.

Love and personal connections are luxuries I couldn’t afford. No self-respecting mobster could.

I had to use Annabelle for whatever leverage I could and be done with her forever. I couldn’t risk the attraction. I had to cut physical ties if he agreed to the marriage.

I would only be her husband to fuck with Dominic.

For him to have a constant reminder right in front of him that I had beaten him.

There would be no more sex.

There would be no more flirty banter.

There would be no more connection.

It would just be her as my slave and him as my bitch.

I listened to the echoes of my voice, as I continued to discuss the fate of Annabelle and Dominic with Enzo. I sounded like a crazy person.

But this plan had to work.

It had to.

I just had to be strategic.

My dad had wanted the power of more households in combination; the resources my mom’s family had. I wanted revenge.

I grabbed hold of the doorknob and entered the apartment, hesitating for a moment.

Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, my steps clanked and drowned out the silence. As I made my way back and forth, feverishly, over the floor, my eyes were fixated on the closed door of the bedroom.

I knew she was plotting a new escape plan just behind it.

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