Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Does he know where Gabbi is?” Rafa questioned as he withdrew a cell phone from his pocket and typed out a quick text.
“Not from what we can tell, but this shit needs to be handled before it escalates any further.”
I knew neither man would say anything more with Gabriella listening, and I wanted more information. Besides, I was considering giving my brother a lobotomy so he wouldn’t remember seeing Gabbi in nothing but my shirt. “Gabriella, why don’t you go put on some clothes.”
It was phrased as a question, but my tone made it clear that it wasn’t a request. She glanced between the three of us and let out a frustrated sound before spinning around and stomping back to the bedroom.
“I don’t have time to explain,” Leo informed me before I could ask.
“Go wait in the car,” Rafa told him, keeping his eyes trained on me.
Leo’s expression was somewhat sympathetic, but he turned and walked out without another word.
Rafa’s dark eyes were nearly black as he stared at me. His voice was cold and detached as he said, “This isn’t over.”
I wasn’t being confronted by my friend and surrogate brother anymore. I was standing in the sights of the one they called the Devil. The King of South.
Staying silent seemed like my best bet if I wanted to keep breathing, so I simply nodded.
“Keep her safe, and you just might not lose your life, capisci?”
“I fucked up in not coming to you before I let things get out of hand with Gabriella,” I admitted. “But my loyalty to The Family hasn’t changed. Especially when it comes to Gabriella. I would die before I let anyone hurt her.”
Rafa’s eyes flickered toward the bedroom before meeting mine once more. “I don’t know where we stand yet, Domenico. But I trust you to protect her.”
“Grazie,” I murmured.
He nodded, then turned and walked out the door. A button on the outside keypad beside the door beeped, and the alarm system engaged.
I inhaled slowly, trying to regain all of my composure before I dealt with my woman. She was bound to be in a snit over what had just happened. But I didn’t give a shit about anything except her claims that I had no say over who she belonged to. We were gonna clear that shit up real fucking fast.
Before I could follow her to the bedroom, Gabriella came through the door and calmly walked across the room and into the kitchen. I waited to see what she would say until it became obvious she was ignoring me.
“Quit sulking, sole mio,” I grunted.
As expected, her head whipped up, and she glared at me, but her outrage simmered and died when she clocked the expression on my face.
I prowled over to the kitchen, my eyes locked on her. She backed up a few steps until she hit the counter and found herself trapped when I crowded her against it. “Let’s talk about your little outburst from earlier, mia peperina tutta fuoco.”
Gabriella lifted her chin stubbornly, but I saw the spark of heat in her eyes that seemed to come out whenever I spoke to her in deep, intense tones.
“Are you referring to when my brother and my man were talking about who I’m allowed to be with right in front of me? As if they had any say in—”
Her words ended in a little yelp when I grasped her waist and lifted her. I set her sexy little ass on the granite marble top, then wedged myself between her legs. “Let’s try this again, sole mio. Who do you belong to?”
She chewed on her lip as she contemplated her answer, probably wondering just how far to push before making her point got her a cherry red ass.
“You’re dangerously close to earning another spanking, sole mio. Now answer the question.”
“You,” she sighed as she traced the line of hair from my navel to the edge of the towel with her nail.
She smirked when my dick jumped, and a shiver raced down my spine. “Fuoco, sole mio,” I warned. “You’re playing with fire.”
She bit her bottom lip, and I used my thumb to pull it free, then nibbled on the plump flesh with my teeth.
“To be clear,” I growled, “I will absolutely tell you who to be with. You made your choice when you let me pop your cherry with the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
Her breathing picked up as I dragged my mouth along her jaw, up to her ear.
“You’re mine,” I murmured before licking the shell, then burying my face in her hair to hide my smirk when I felt her shiver this time.
My hands rested on her hips, and I gave them a gentle squeeze before I slid my palms up her stomach to cup her incredible tits.
“Say it, sole mio,” I rumbled as I kneaded them, my thumbs brushing lightly across the hard peaks. She gasped, and I took her mouth in a deep kiss before demanding once again, “Tell me you’re mine.”