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“Will you give him that,little girl? Mmm, while he licks his addiction from your tits?” I squeeze my eyes closed at her words and turn my face, unable to accept the truth.

Before now, I refused to acknowledge Tommy having addictions, much like my mother’s.

“Of course, you’ll never have a future together. You are father and daughter, after all. It’s sick and others will think so too.” She clucks while picking at her long talons. “Such a shame for a girl with so much life to be drained and crushed by the Mafia lifestyle. By a man that lives so far in the past that he can’t possibly see a future.” My body vibrates with the hurt swimming in my blood, and still, she continues on. “You’ll never be anything compared to her, you know that, right? And if she ever does come back, where will that leave you?”

She’s right. Where would that leave me?

I’d never try and stand in the way of the love of his life. The one he gave his family up for. Not that I’d stand a chance anyway.

I push past her, ignoring her taunting laugh as I throw open the restroom door and head toward the emergency exit.

I’ll have nothing and nobody.

Again.

My chest tightens at the realization, and my vision blurs as I wave down a cab.

I need to stay away from Tommy Marino and his filthy words.

I don’t need anyone, not even a daddy.

ChapterTwelve

Tommy

As soon as Jade leaves the table, I push my body against Jenna’s. Her eyes light up with desire, but I shut it down just as quickly. My stare burns into hers, making her take a step back in shock. I turn my tone to menacing, something she’s not used to. “Don’t mess with my family, Jenna. I’m fucking warning you. You know what I’m capable of.” My eyes bore into hers. “If you try and hurt her, I’ll hunt you down and skin you alive.” Judging by the bob of her throat, she understands the implication and grants me a nod as she takes another step back.

She clears her throat. “If you’ll excuse me.” She walks toward the bar while I lower myself back into the chair and wait for Jade to return.

I check my watch before glancing over my shoulder toward the restroom, and anxiety ripples through me. And finally, after fifteen fucking minutes, I flag down a waitress and ask her to check the restroom. My leg bounces, waiting for her to return, and fury fills me when she tells me Jade was seen leaving through the fire exit.

Now, as I drive home, anger consumes me. I’ll punish that little ass of hers and remind her she needs to be my good girl.

The security gates open slowly, grating on my last nerve as my hands itch to mark her perfect skin, and my mind craves to see her.

Finally pulling up outside the mansion, I slam the car door and storm my way inside.

I rush up the stairs, waving off my security detail as I do.

My hand finds the handle to the door, but when I discover it’s locked, my temper escalates.

“Jade, open this fucking door!” I boom.

Silence. My temple pulsates at the lack of acknowledgment. I’ll tan her fucking ass for this.

“Jade. Open this fucking door before I smash it in!” I seethe.

Nothing.

With an almighty roar, I slam my body against the solid wood, sending it swinging from the hinges.

Guilt hits me in the chest, and my stomach sinks at the sound of her sobs. I push the guilt aside and allow the anger to consume me as I pull the bedsheet off her. She’s showered and the thought pisses me off. She’s washed away my scent, my touch, and in turn, she’s washed away the blood that showed my possession of her.

Her tear-streaked face is on full display, and my cock hardens at the thought that she’s crying for me. Will she cry so beautifully when I shove my cock inside her? When I fuck her so hard, she forgets any boy she’s been with?

“Get out!” She points toward the door. “I don’t want to speak to you, Tommy.”

My body shakes in rage. How dare she tell me to leave? How dare she call me Tommy?

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