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“I don’t have an answer for you,” I said honestly. “I didn’t want to deal with him, especially when I don’t live in Boston. He’s now an example for all the Ricci family members here—don’t fuck with me, or I’ll kill you.”

After pulling up to the hotel, I led Roxie to the foyer, took the keys from the front desk, and led her to the elevator. To my surprise, Roxie let me intertwine my fingers with hers as I led her to the top floor, which was all ours.

I didn’t want this weekend to be all about Mickey. He had been taken care of already.

This weekend was for us.

I pushed the door to our room open and gestured for Roxie to walk in before me.

“One bed?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You got us a room with one bed?”

I took off my suit jacket and undid my tie, glancing from the bed over to her with hungry eyes. She shifted from foot to foot and stared at me. After tugging off my tie, I tossed it onto the bed and grabbed a bottle of sambuca from the counter.

“Have a drink,principessa,and relax. It’s for one night.”

“You have the money to get us two rooms.”

“I do, but I won’t,” I said, words coming out sharp, hard, and final. “You’re sleeping in that bed with me tonight.”

I would finally have her in my arms tonight after years of hoping, wishing, and imagining it.

Roxie would be mine tonight.

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One drink turnedinto two drinks, and by three drinks, I was feeling good.Toogood actually. I couldn’t quite understand why I wasn’t soaking up this lifestyle that Cristian was so generously offering me. Was I being hard on him for no reason at all?

After putting down my glass, I glanced over at him sitting on the balcony and talking to someone on the phone. From the way he had so savagely tortured that man earlier—blood dripping down his hands, muscles swollen underneath his shirt, eyes as dark as the deepest pits of hell—he had made me feel things that a woman like meshould neverfeel for a devil like him.

I took another sip. God, when I drank, I wanted one of two things: to fight or to fuck.

Now, I wanted a bit of both.

I stormed to the balcony, pulled the phone out of his hand, and shut it off. Cristian glared up at me and snatched his phone away from me, standing up to his full height and looking down at me.

“What’s your problem today? I said, drink to relax, not to fucking fight me.”

“We need to talk, Cristian,” I said through clenched teeth, glaring up at him. “I want to be brought home. I didn’t want to even come to Boston with you, didn’t want to watch you kill someone, and especially didn’t want to share a bed with you!”

To my surprise, Cristian kept himself composed. “Get yourself another drink and go to sleep.”

Wanting a better response, I thrust my hands against his chest. “No. I want to go home,” I said, pushing him even harder. “Take me the fuck home now. I don’t want to spend a second more here.” Another hard shove into the railing.

“Stop shoving me,” he said, clenching his jaw.

To set him off, I pushed him again. “I fucking hate yo—”

Cristian grabbed my wrists in one of his hands, turned us around so I was forced against the railing, and pressed himself against me. With his face inches from mine, I could taste the sambuca on his lips. He had been out here, drinking, since we had checked into the hotel for the night, just as I had.

“Don’t. Fucking. Push me.”

“Or what?” I asked, tilting my head up at him. “What are youreallygoing to do about it, Cristian?”

He grabbed my chin and shoved me harder against the railing, fingers digging into my skin. After stepping closer to me, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me hard. He slipped his hands around my body and tugged me toward him, his breath against my lips. Tearing the buttons right off my shirt, ripping off my bra, kissing down my neck, Cristian turned me around on the balcony and stuck his hand into my pants.

“Fuuuck,principessa,” he murmured into my ear. “So fucking wet for me.”

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