Page 39 of Vicious Heir

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Dom greetsme outside of his place, clapping his palm against my shoulder as I approach him.

“Your girl’s inside, boss.” He winks, and I nudge him.

Fucking Dom. The bastard has always been able to see right through me.

“Dante get Sofia okay?” I ask him, knowing Sofia was in a really bad way when we got into that room.

Saying she wanted to stay with Gabriel? The fucker has her brainwashed or something.

He grunts and kicks at the dirt on the ground. There’s a slight twitch in his jaw as he clears his throat. The fuck is that about?

“Yeah, came a while ago. You sure those DeSantis shits aren’t going to start fucking around out here now? I know you say they’re good men, Nicco, but fuck. We’ve been at war with them for how long? How are they going to just play nice now?”

“Because I got them their princess back, Dom.” I raise my eyebrows as if that’s it. The end.

And it is. I’ve been working diligently with the DeSantis crew for the past few months, thanks to Giana and Dante, and after I essentially delivered Sofia back to them, there should be zero room for distrust on their end.

“I’ve got Dante’s word. And I’ll be having another meeting with their boss soon, one I’d like for you to attend. I’m just trying to lay fucking low until I know Gabriel is completely away from this family.”

I thank Dom for watching over Evelina and finally head for my woman. She may not know she’s mine, but I swear to fucking god…she will eventually.

The second I get inside of Dom’s safe house, my gaze lands on her. In any room, in any fucking lifetime, she’d be the first woman I’d find.

I’m standing at the very end of a long corridor with Dom as Evelina says something to a guard who isn’t speaking back to her. She hasn’t noticed me, and I use the time to soak in every single ounce of her body.

I’ve missed her these last four months. Missed my favorite little obsession and the high she brings me. I always knew I’d get her back, somehow, but the wait has been fucking excruciating.

She’s wearing a pair of black leggings and a zip-up hoodie that shields most of her perfection from me. Those long blonde locks of hers are swooped up into a high ponytail—it’s one of my favorite ways she wears her hair. Leaves room for my stare to memorize each freckle on her neck, to imagine the way I gripped it to show her just how fucking hot it is to struggle for power. If only those stolen fucking moments could have lasted longer.

I never thought she’d be into breath play or power play, but I swear to fucking god, after I spent time alone with her and got to hear that smart fucking mouth for myself…I’m not so sure I was right. I think she’d love to test the boundaries in the bedroom just as much as she clearly does outside of the bedroom.

I got a taste of her once, and I’ve been slowly dying without her since.

I fucking jerk my cock to the memories of plunging inside of her every single fucking night.

She’s fucking beautiful, even just sitting in the middle of an old safe house like this. Shitty fluorescent lighting washes over her body, casting a glow on her normally porcelain skin. It adds warmth to her complexion, accentuating her features. She’s honest to god perfection in the body of a venom-spitting viper.

Myfucking viper.

I’d let her poison me any fucking day. I’d let her be my complete undoing—my demise—and then I’d thank her for it.

Just as I move to walk up to where she’s sitting at the kitchen island, she glances my way, and as if she knows how much I love it, she rolls those pretty green eyes at me.

“Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here,” I say, turning off my fucking need for her.

The last conversation we had consisted of me and Dom leaving her stranded on the side of the road. I should probably beg for forgiveness, but I’ve missed hearing her smart fucking mouth put me in my place.

So it can wait.

She scoffs as I close the remaining distance between us.

“Well, well, well,” she mocks me, and I swear my cock comes to life. “If it isn’t the man who left me to rot in the middle of a fucking forest.”

She sits back in her chair as I place my elbows on the island, leaning closer to her.

It’s my turn to scoff at her idiotic choice of words. I let out a laugh I can’t contain as she crosses her arms over her chest.

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