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So I do what I know to get out of this situation. His face is close, and I lean forward before I can talk myself out of it. And he, being absolutely arrogant, leans closer, thinking I’m going to kiss him.

Ha.

Not happening.

Opening my mouth, I snap it shut when I reach his cheek and bite down. Hard. Not enough to tear his skin off, but enough that he gets it and moves back.

He grunts, and I feel him harden beneath me.

What the fuck?

Crue pulls back and I can see my teeth imprinted on his face, my pink lipstick also smeared on his cheek.

“Feisty little princess, aren’t we?” He smirks, and that only makes me madder. I go in for another bite, this time aiming for his lips—stupid, I know—but they’re directly in front of me. If he’s going to treat me like a caged wild animal, then that’s how I’m going to act.

My phone starts ringing, but we ignore it as he drops me and steps back. I almost fall forward but manage to catch myself. As soon as I’m free, I wipe my mouth and glare up at him. “I hate you,” I growl, and he simply smirks.

“That’s okay. They say hate sex is amazing. Would you care to try that out right here?”

“Fuck you,” I hurl the words out before I turn and march off.

I hear him chuckle as I leave.

And all that does is make me want to go back and knee him again right between the legs.

Asshole.

CHAPTER7

Crue

“Did she just bite you?” Dominic asks as he studies me.

The damn woman ran off, and I stood there, wondering if I should follow. But I’ve already chased her once tonight, and even that’s testing my limits. And besides, there was something delicious in her fleeing—I will catch her later like a game of cat and mouse—even if she had drawn a little blood.

“Were you watching?” I ask. I told him to stay in the car. Dominic obviously didn’t listen.

“Of course. Wait until I tell Angel.” He laughs as we walk back to the car. “Oh, by the way, Angel still wants to visit Rya. So just let her.”

“Angel can wait,” I tell him. “I don’t need her ruining this.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re doing a great job on your own,” Dominic adds, and I want to punch him in the face. He holds up his hands and shakes his head. “How long do you plan to live here? It’s already been years.”

“I don’t plan to return to Italy,” I inform him, and his eyes widen.

“You have to.”

“One day. Maybe.”

“The families—” he starts.

I cut him off. “I have the power. You know this. If one of the families chooses to go against that, you know my orders.”

“Kill them,” he replies.

“Exactly.”

“You’re stirring up trouble here with the gangs.” Dominic pulls open the car door and gets in, and I climb into the passenger seat as he starts the car.

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