Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“You think I have an ulterior motive?”
“I know you do.”
“How many times does she have to tell you she’s not interested?”
In three strides, Cruz was getting into Giovanni’s face.
The terrace suddenly seemed smaller with both of their tall, stocky, muscular builds looming over each other. Their bodies exuding dominance like two Pitbull’s fighting to be alpha. They might as well have pissed on me and called it a night.
“We’re not enemies.” Cruz threatened, “Don’t make us one.”
The tension escalated with each passing second. The way he was involving himself in my life infuriated me more than words could describe. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my chest to the point I swear they could hear it. Our world could turn bloody in two seconds flat, and I didn’t want these dickwads to ruin my custom designed dress.
“How about you both leave?”
“If I leave, you’re coming with me. You choose. We can do it my way or yours. Either way, I’m not leaving you alone with this son-of-a-bitch, who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer,” Cruz hissed.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m the last man you need to be protecting her from,” Giovanni stated, piquing my interest with both his ominous words and tone.
He added, speaking with execution, “There are far worse men in our world to be worrying about.”
Chapter 6
—Sienna—
“Does my father know this?” I asked him. “Since he’s the man you should be worrying about.”
Giovanni subconsciously gazed down at the ground, a telltale sign that my father didn’t have a clue about his perverted ways.
Pussy.
“There are cameras everywhere,” I informed. “I’d start running if I were you.”
The expression on Giovanni’s face as he backed away from us was one I’d seen many times.
Fear.
Never taking his troubled stare off mine, he nodded and left.
Once he was gone, I got right to the point with Cruz. I was done wasting my time on this cazzo. “If you’re looking for gratification, you’re not going to get it from me.”
“A simple thank you would suffice.”
“For what?”
“Showing you his true colors.”
“And what about yours? When are you going to show me those?”
“I have nothing to hide. What you see is what you get.”
“That makes sense. Since all I see is a wannabe mafioso who’s just waiting to prove himself to whatever hand will feed him. Let me give you a little advice, Cruz, don’t shit where you eat.”
“Do you kiss your father with that mouth?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in, close to his lips. “It’s the same mouth you want wrapped around your cock.”
He deviously grinned. “It pleases me to know you’re thinking about your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“Ugh! You’re vile.”
“So is your friend.”
“He’s not my friend.”
“Looked that way to me.”
“Well, looks can be deceiving.”
“Your looks are anything but deceiving.” He brushed a loose strand of my hair away from my face. “You’re gorgeous.” His intense green eyes narrowed in on me, while he swept his thumb against my cheek.
His desperate antics didn’t faze me. I was used to this over the top production from men trying to charm their way into a seat at my father’s table. This wasn’t about me, it never was. I was simply a means to an end. Besides, men like him didn’t know how to love. They sold their souls to La Famiglia. At the end of the day it was the only thing that mattered, and their so-called women were fools to think any different.
I refused to be anyone’s second place.
Ever.
I wasn’t a trophy to be showcased on any man’s arm. To turn the blind eye to the crooked lifestyle I grew up in.
The countless infidelity, the disrespect, the know your place and only speak when spoken to.
Fuck that.
I was no one’s property.
These men were animals, and the only code they lived and breathed by was mafia life. I learned that the hard way.
“I meant what I said,” I reminded in a stern voice, meaning business. “I stay away from mafiosos.”
“What makes you think I’m a gangster?”
“Are you serious? Are you really going to insult my intelligence? I could see you from a mile away.”
“So you were looking at me.”
“Don’t twist my words.” I shook my head. “You look exactly like your father. For a second, I thought it was him.”
“And how did that make you feel? The idea of seeing my father.” His thumb hadn’t stopped grazing my cheek.
“Your father is of no concern to me. In three months, I won’t ever have to see him again. Any of you.”
“What happens in three months?”
I jerked away, done with this conversation. “None of your business.”
“Princesa—”
“I said don’t call me that.”
“You’re right.” He nodded. “Sin describes you better.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your stunning beauty, your feisty attitude, that fucking mouth… it’s worth any sin that may come of it.”
“I don’t—”
“Go out with me.”
“Is that a request or a demand? Because I don’t answer to either. I won’t tell you again.” I backed away this time and spoke with conviction, “Stay away from me, Cruz.”