Page 32 of Corrupted Deception

“The girl’s pulling over onto the highway’s shoulder,”Vito said, less than a minute later.

I had a split second to make a call.

“Follow her.”

“You got it, signor.”

I heard the faint sound of gravel crunching beneath his tires.

“She’s getting out of her car,” he said when the crunching had stopped. “And she’s walking toward me.”

I rolled my eyes. She’d probably been onto him the whole time.

“Brace yourself, Vito,” I warned him right before I heard a tapping sound, like fingernails tapping glass.

“Hey there, handsome,” Charlotte said a moment later in a voice that was velvety smooth. The sound went straight to my cock. I could picture her leaning against the open window, her tits doing their damnedest to escape the confines of whatever the hell she was wearing.

“Buonasera, signorina,” Vito replied, his voice unapologetic.

“If you’re going to spend the whole night on my ass, I’m thinking maybe you should buy me dinner first,” she said.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Vito said nothing. I think she might actually have rendered him speechless.

“Hand her the phone, Vito.”

“SignorLuciano would like to speak with you,signorina,” he told her.

I heard a breath of air. I imagined her huffing and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I gave you what you wanted, Cielo,” she snapped into the phone. “Tell your men to back off and stay out of my business.”

“All right,” I said, fighting a smile as I caught sight of the two cars pulled off onto the shoulder ahead of me.

She was silent like she hadn’t expected me to relent. Smart woman.

I pulled off onto the shoulder, coming to a stop behind Vito’s car.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed, no longer silent.

I disconnected the call and got out of the car, getting a look at the “sex on stiletto heels”.

This wasn’t just sex on heels; this was sensuality and sophistication wrapped up in one irresistible package. She wore a knee-length dress that draped her body like liquid ebony, hugging every curve with precision. The deep V-neckline revealed just enough to leave an indelible impression, and the daring side slit offered a tantalizing glimpse of toned, high-heeled legs that seemed to stretch on forever.

Her accessories were minimalist yet striking—a statement necklace with a single diamond that nestled in the hollow of her throat. Her makeup was flawless, smoky eyes and crimson lips, and her hair cascaded in sleek, dark waves, framing a face that bore the confidence of a woman who knew she could conquer the world with her allure.

Out the corner of my eye, I could see Vito staring at her, and the hot, potent rage that flared up was both foreign and familiar.

“You can go, Vito.Grazie,” I said, keeping my voice cool and calm.

Charlotte was looking at me, her gaze sweeping over my bruises and cuts as Vito drove away. “What happened to—”

“Where the hell are you going, Charlotte?” I asked, cutting her off.

Her eyebrows raised. “How is that any of your business?”

“It’s my business because I say it’s my business.”

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